sad poetry

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

From Spark to Ashes
Roasting Marshmallows at the firepit with notions of ghost stories is not quite the same as Microwavable Ramen Noodle Dinner Surprise.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 months ago in Poets
Shadow Steps
Shadow Steps I walk through days, that lean toward darkness, pulling old fears, back into the light. Each hour stretches,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Mind That Climbs Back Up
The Mind That Climbs Back Up Some days I crumble, Quiet and small, Hearing the echoes, Deep in the hall. My thoughts turn jagged,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Saved by grace
Saved by Grace At the mountain of Hillsong where the birds sing, with echo , along with the running waters, there i found my peace, my joy, and my life, after a season of regreting my life, not knowing i could be saved, only if I knew life had a second chance, perhaps I wouldnt be the slave of my actions.
By Uhone Matshele 3 months ago in Poets
i knew
i knew a long time ago but a part of me refused to believe i trusted you you had my heart i never thought you would deceive
By Bren3 months ago in Poets
What the Coals Remember
By the time the sparks stop writing their brief constellations into the dark, The night has already moved on without telling us.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
An Empty Jar
‎Does desire slip from the heart toward words ‎ ‎A small path carved after an immense struggle ‎ ‎The warmth of that journey still glistens in tears ‎ ‎There was someone for whom waiting became an empty Jar ‎ ‎No farewell was ever spoken ‎ ‎Clinging to a tender bud across raw age ‎ ‎Scorched and shattered again and again in the folds of pain ‎ ‎In the lonely valleys of once-pure, once-true friendship ‎ ‎How Secret the departure was ‎
By Karan w. 3 months ago in Poets
Gravity in Your Fingertips
You carry constellations in the pockets of your hands. planets on your knuckles, tides that answer your commands. My doubts are tiny satellites that think they’re free to drift—
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
The Lost Soul
The Lost Soul I walked the road where no one goes, Where stars forget to light the sky, Where silence hums like hidden pain,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Lost and Found of Me
There’s a counter in my chest with bins and labels hand-made, neat, A lost and found of all my selves, where past and present meet.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
When Thoughts Turn Heavy
When Thoughts Turn Heavy Today felt weighty, Thick in my head, Pulling my footsteps, Hard as I tread. My mind kept drifting,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Lucille's Daisies
Each Sunday, I put on a kettle During my wait, around the house I meddle . I will dust and correct the corner of my rug And then I will push in the chairs and remove any bugs
By Caladrius3 months ago in Poets