sad poetry

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

I Loved
I loved you But you never loved me back I gave you my heart But you pushed me away I tried to tell you But you never listened
By Brooke stouder8 years ago in Poets
My Dying Moments
Through my heart a warm pain pierces, I see the light of the sun etched in the sky gracing me with its blissful radiance. In the distance, echoes of a ruined city with towers that once reached the heavens above I see the smoke of history rise up as I lay on the ground. Tears that I never knew begin flowing as I hear the voices of those around me. Friend. Foe. It doesn't matter who they were or who I was for I am them and they are me. I hold a pain where once my heart lay as I begin to see my love blossom before my eyes. Her beauty holds no bounds on this earth and I remember of a time when I could call her by name, but now I have forgotten that name just as this world has forgotten me. My tears begin to stop as my heart fades. I soon wonder where I will wake to next. Caressed in the arms of my love or in the arms of a mother that we children have hurt. Will this mother accept me back after knowing of the sins I have committed against my brothers and sisters or will I too be forsaken and cast away as we children have casted our mother?
By Nick May8 years ago in Poets
My Song #1
For years and years now there's been something wrong between me and my mum with her argumentative behaviour and not listening to me and my attacking her, anxiety, and bad temper. On the other hand, I remember back when I was at school and college everyday I would phone my mum because I was missing her or because I had something to moan about. So here's my song/poem from me to my mum.
By Kelsea Peet8 years ago in Poets
Mid-Life Feng Shui
Razor sharp Precision Pained Boxed up tight Intentions Gained Neatly done Cleaned-up space All aligned Mid-Life Feng Shui
By David Kav8 years ago in Poets
The Little Death
This dull ache fills the void in the pit of my stomach with warmth. The smell of her perfume. The taste of her skin. Here we are again, tangled between sheets,
By Rauce The-sauce8 years ago in Poets
Misery
You look at me in disgust—but there is nothing new here. A disappointment in love, family, life— Scholarly mucked about. And scrambled—a druggie, junkie, perceived to be, what I may be if all we are are our actions.
By Joke Marfsky8 years ago in Poets
Favorite
my favorite nights were the ones where we stayed in which happened quite often because you always said you hated people we would drink your mom’s wine on the couch
By summer8 years ago in Poets
Is He Still Me?
Is He Still Me? A mansion of empty promise… A neighbourhood of diminished dreams. A candle softly flickers… Silent are his screams.
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
You Were Right
I feel hated by those I love And distant from those who love me I'm a disappointment to any and all Who believed I could offer so much more.
By Marcus Montijo8 years ago in Poets
At the End
Maybe, they thought, They'd really made it New, naive hope upspringing They could start over together Press 'reset' on the world
By bug kid8 years ago in Poets
What Is
When my head can't keep up with my heart and my heart can't keep up with my head I can't remember if that's what love is
By Soft Duckie8 years ago in Poets
Building for a Brick
his life was extinguished like a cigarette tossed in a toilet is a line I wrote a while back but have yet to find a place for
By Fiachra O'8 years ago in Poets