sad poetry

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

The Sky of Second Chances
No one ever imagined that a simple paper airplane could change a life. But sometimes, the smallest things hold the biggest miracles.
By EchoVerse Poet2 months ago in Poets
i thought myself a cornucopia
there’s a cavern in my chest, more like a rift, abyssal, abysmal, existential, the kind of hole that only love could open.
By Daniel K2 months ago in Poets
Echoes on the Breeze. Winner in Harvest of Memory Challenge.
Echoes on the breeze Exhaust fumes, contrails Linger as reminders ~ Poesy these lines For my erudite Verbosity Can’t replace
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Poets
The Sink Where Arguments Go Cold
Our kitchen is a harbor where the dishes learn to drown, a coastline built of chipped white cups and forks that face me down.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Echoes of Regret
I’m so sorry that I hurt your feelings because misunderstands; stranger hit on you; I rubbed your leg wrong; stranger hit on me; early morning noise; I had morning breath; I bought you soda; asked you to read; my early bedtime; I drove the wrong way; I was out too late; I wore the wrong thing; I made a new friend; my scent after work; I needed some space; loose hair in the sink; I made less money; couldn’t decide dinner; you dreamt bad of me; I wore a necklace; substitute groceries; I was too needy; forgot the trash cans; sad at the wrong time; one too many jokes; I made too much food; I was sensitive; dust in the kitchen; I mourn different; loved you the wrong way
By Amos Glade2 months ago in Poets
Gathering Memories
Gathering Memories I gather the days I lived, holding them close, feeling their weight, before they fade. I gather the hours I lost, moving like ash,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Needing Love Is Elementary
the sweet and sour bite, of a long lost memory holding precious moments, still frozen, in time reminding the need to feel loved, is elementary
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
The Song of Quiet Writers
Poets are strange in the most beautiful way. They do not speak too loudly, yet their words travel further than shouts. They carry worlds inside their hearts, but their pockets remain almost empty. They are not warriors, yet they fight battles against silence, sorrow, and misunderstanding. They stand where emotions gather and translate feelings into language.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
The Calendar That Never Learned My Name
The calendar hangs smug and flat, a grid of bossy squares, Each little box is a rented cage for sanitized affairs. It circles dates in lipstick red and calls them “must” and “should,”
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Houseplants We Promised to Love
We filled the apartment with houseplants the way some people fill it with children— hopeful, underqualified, carrying more Pinterest than practice.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
A Suitcase Stuffed with Silence
You imagined I’d welcome your wicked words, You imagined I’d respect them—even abide You wrote that God’s going to curse me, leaving me feeling so scared and denied.
By Chantal Christie Weiss2 months ago in Poets
Tonight’s Episode of “Remember When?”
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the only comedy show where the jokes forget themselves mid-sentence. I’m the wheelchair-bound warm-up act,
By Iris Obscura2 months ago in Poets