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 Ones Who Stayed Inside My Heart
The Ones Who Stayed Inside My Heart I walked tonight through cold air, feeling the world watching me breathe. The street was quiet, yet it felt full,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
I Loved You When You Didn’t See Me
I loved you when the world was loud, When no one noticed the shadows I stood in. I loved you in quiet corners, unseen, A gentle feeling, soft as the morning wind.
By Kashif Wazir3 months ago in Poets
The Grave
The Grave The ground was cold, the grass was wet, The sky hung low with weight of rain, A name half-hidden by the moss, Spoke softly of a life and pain.
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Monster In His Head
The Monster In His Head He woke in the dark, the room cold as stone, his breath held tight, as if scared to move. He heard a name,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
“The Moon That Forgot to Glow”
🌙 The Moon That Forgot to Glow By [Ali Rehman] On the night the world went dim, not a single soul was awake to witness it—except me. I was walking the old desert road, my footsteps brushing dust into the warm night air, when I looked up and felt my breath slip out of my chest.
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Poets
Blood on the Clock
Blood on the Clock Time moves like blood, thick, slow, red and heavy, on hands that cannot touch, on faces that forget.
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Beginning of the End
Seated in the party filled with deafening music, Yet their ears could only pick each other's trembling heart beats, which was far from therapeutic.
By Varnika Agarwal3 months ago in Poets
Eternal Night
Stuck in the dark Sleepless nights And sleepy days Where I long to see your face And hear your voice Because even a ghost
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 months ago in Poets
an artist, formerly known. Content Warning.
everybody hates him that's what his partner says but he doesn't care about the judgment and he never will he isn't as crazy as his inspiration
By ⸘jason alan‽3 months ago in Poets
existential warfare. Content Warning.
on the menu identities consumed in isolation by design tribalistic separation us and them denying the nature what it means to be human
By ⸘jason alan‽3 months ago in Poets
The House That Sings at Night
The House That Sings at Night The walls hum softly, floorboards sigh, windows breathe, I walk inside. Ears straining,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Great Mothers Know. Content Warning.
Behind every Great Mother There's a broken-down child Crushed under the cap of her Sensible heel Begging and searching
By K.B. Silver 3 months ago in Poets