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 Do It To Be Normal
My mom is in a hurry, but that was okay because she usually is. It doesn’t stress me out. I am late for class, but that was normal. I had given up trying to be normal when it came to getting to places on time. She drops me off and gives me a rushed hug as she opens my door, handing me my back pack and checking to see that I have my half completed homework and my special gluten free lunch.
By Cat Charity Jude8 years ago in Poets
Cups of Tea
Cups of Tea Starvation is what satisfaction must taste like. Cause i only feel pretty when i feel as empty as a school ground in summer.
By Kristen Walker8 years ago in Poets
Hope(less)
The foul smell of dead corpses in the morning, far from being sane… Hands stained from an unknown blood massacre, “can’t remember what just happened.”
By Ziggy MD8 years ago in Poets
Strange Thoughts
Thoughts are much like strangers Some loud and intrusive and proud Upfront about their dangers. Others are small, blending into the crowd
By Zoe Dalley8 years ago in Poets
The Grim Reaper
Here I am holding a vase, in the darkness which is my place. I tried to look and chase, No one wants to take my space.
By Miss Wanderer8 years ago in Poets
My Body
You make me feel worthless. You ruined my chance to experience love. I should never be afraid to be alone with a man. I should never feel scared when a male is standing a little too close to me in a store.
By unknown8 years ago in Poets
Dear Father
Dear Father, Where were you? I needed you, I needed you there I needed you to catch me if I were to fall You were supposed to love me,
By Amber Williams8 years ago in Poets
Pacific Petrification
I stand, toes buried in the sand, I watch the waves unfold into the tide on the beach, wrestling with the land and my feet now buried deep.
By Joke Marfsky8 years ago in Poets
My Backwards Prince Charming
If I could sit down and write a novel of our love I would write you in as this Prince Charming. Dashing & Complicated. Who was always there to catch the broken pieces of boys from the past.
By Katelyn8 years ago in Poets
You Don't Know
You Don’t Know A million different thoughts racing at once A pencil tapping A car honking People talking two seats away.
By Casey Simmons8 years ago in Poets
Stop and Stare
I often wrap my hair around my finger and pretend I’m far far away, life tends to get on my nerves, it becomes a place I wish not to stay. I tend to dream and think what could have been, I see happiness and adventure but I remind myself it’s all just a dream.
By Alison Lemon8 years ago in Poets
Antidote
I started to ponder the idea that maybe you're the antidote. And yet perhaps you're just another poison that lingers on my skin, causing my fingertips to yearn for your warm hands to take a hold of mine just one more time. All I know is that I'm starting to forget the way my skin ached and seemed to rot in all the places he touched, and I'm starting to remember why I meant it when I said that I would wait for you forever.
By Hannah Mendenhall8 years ago in Poets