sad poetry

The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.

Self-Portrait in Cliché
I wear my shame like a cliché around my neck I hold aloft my desire like a forced metaphor My time spent wallowing in the, no not mire
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Poets
Replaceable
It comes back hard, in flashes now Those memories of who we were Sparks and hints of when and how That now, are just a blur
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
The Soft Weight of Melancholy
I’ve mastered the art of isolation— a quiet craft shaped by time and silence. And yet, I ache for connection. I come alive in laughter,
By Jeannette Crain2 months ago in Poets
Why the Willow Tree Weeps
There is a legend that fairies in Virginia cried when they heard that Christ had been crucifed, and their tears fell in the shape of crosses which are known as fairy stones. You can see them on the ground at Fairy Stone State Park.
By Cheryl E Preston2 months ago in Poets
When Never Came to Call. Content Warning.
Where were you when Never came around? Incinerating stone and decimating every grain of sand. Comparing labels down at the price club?
By K.B. Silver 2 months ago in Poets
All to Well
You climbed my walls like ivy. A moment that felt enchanted, though you weren’t always fearless, You have a demure that says, “Who is afraid of little old me”.
By Jesse Lee2 months ago in Poets
Late Bloomer
My roots began in New England’s ground, soft fertile earth where hope was found, until that soil turned into sand and scattered me to a harsher land.
By Jesse Lee2 months ago in Poets
Corporate Bullshit
The corporate structure—a city with rules of its own. Company policies: the commandments of the city of stress. The CEO, the mighty god, with HR as his or her noble disciples.
By Armand Slayer2 months ago in Poets
Fading Romance
I set my eyes upon the near distance... I find myself seeking in a nonchalant manner... but she is not here. Coming to the realisation that we have both been seeking only the positives in one another... Ah, the lust-filled fog of romance, which statistically almost always fades...
By Armand Slayer2 months ago in Poets
F*CK OFF
We come into this world soiling ourselves, and we rest under that same shitty soil once the lights go out for good... When you see me, do not ask, “What do you do for a living?” I exist in my mortal shell for the time being—nothing more, nothing less. Careers come and go. Money is earned, money is spent. Love is gained, and love is lost. Once was young, now is old. Get my drift.
By Armand Slayer2 months ago in Poets
A Shitty Ending.
Once near, transitions to far... Momentary lust sometimes transcends into endless regrets. Perhaps at times we enjoy the journey more than the destination...
By Armand Slayer2 months ago in Poets
let it speak
the voices that fade and the choices that evade you are the dice, and I'm all the lies. How would I guess your odds? when will you spot my eyes?
By Karun 2 months ago in Poets