sad poetry

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

Reliquiae (The Remnants)
memorially broken pieces sensorially spectral or shrapnel remnants shards create charades façades fragmental particles
By Paul Stewartabout an hour ago in Poets
from the brink.
George Eliot: "It is never too late to be what you might have been." — Suburban Tourist - The time spent — nay wasted — won't come back
By Paul Stewartabout 2 hours ago in Poets
We See What We Want To
hidden in the shadows of doubt, fear and regret I got lost in the shallows where it's hard to forget that nothing really matters
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout 3 hours ago in Poets
un-Till
I am a house that watched its own foundation crack, a soil that stole a sweetness it could never return. I remember the Tallahatchie not as a river,
By Meko James about 3 hours ago in Poets
A Love Letter to My Dog During Bad Times
A Love Letter to My Dog During Bad Times I don’t think you understand bad days. You don’t read the news. You don’t check your phone every five minutes. You don’t lie awake at night thinking about things you can’t control.
By Imran Ali Shahabout 6 hours ago in Poets
Gea’s Crystal in LoreMira
At last, Gea’s soul recognizes itself in a silence so thick it almost has weight, as if the world had been holding its breath
By Lorena Alonsoabout 11 hours ago in Poets
Tears Are Merely Words
Verse 1 In the silence of the night, I hear your heart call, Whispers of emotions that you can’t recall. Each drop on the pillow tells a story untold,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout 11 hours ago in Poets
Breathe Out, Touch In, Let Go
Verse 1 Put down the ladder to the sky, Sit wherever you happen to be. No altar, no perfect light, Just the hush of a living city
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout 11 hours ago in Poets
I'm So Tired
I'm so tired of the hatred From the people who would have cheered Jesus's death I'm sick of the joy and vindication I see in their faces as they mock everything God has taught us
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout 11 hours ago in Poets
Let It Burn
[Verse] Crawling through the ashes of my pride Fighting shadows where my demons hide This crown of thorns I wear in shame
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout 11 hours ago in Poets
I Talked to Your Ghost Again Last Night
Last night, I didn’t sleep. Not because I couldn’t — but because I knew if I closed my eyes, I’d see you again. And the strange thing is… I wanted to.
By Mariana Fariasabout 11 hours ago in Poets
Reckoning
[Verse] Stone hearts break the air tonight Fingers pointing sharp as knives Shadows whisper in their sin A world that tears instead of mends
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout 11 hours ago in Poets