sad poetry

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

Thrown Away
When did betrayal and lying become one of your traits? Turning your back on your family, heart full of hate. Stealing their toys wasn't even the worst, you being gone hurt them first.
By Angela Hughes9 years ago in Poets
Invisible
Alone I sit feeling empty as if someone has poured out my thoughts and emotions onto the cracked concrete. I am nothing but a fragile glass waiting for someone to break me. I envision myself a free bird soaring through the sky free from pain, free from fear, free from me. I'm lost in darkness alone and scared. A prisoner of my emotions. Can you see me? Am I loud enough to be heard? Have you forgotten me? Will I ever exist in your world? Or am I just a mere ghost waiting to be seen again? Fading away my inner child cries.
By Tyheisha Jackson9 years ago in Poets
.secaf....faces.
There are faces in my head. Ones I don't remember yet. People quite often turn up dead. There are memories in my head. Ones I'd like to forget. People aren't what they seem, quite often turn out mean.
By Baby Pat9 years ago in Poets
December Garden
I still remember the grooves in your lips on those December nights. I remember you planting seeds in my lungs and promising me that a garden would grow there one day.
By Julie Taft9 years ago in Poets
Aching from Beneath
I am expected to leave my flesh for your sanity, leave my heart for your passion, and my body for your pleasure. I. I am just a human,
By Melissa Sturzoiu9 years ago in Poets
Smile
I'm ok. I'm fine. I'm ok. Just smile. Smile... I can't. Not anymore, I just can't. No more smiling, no more pretending. It's not ok.
By Ashly Pettit9 years ago in Poets
Vast
I feel lost in vast empty space there's so much room but I seem to not be able to breathe, someone is holding my throat i can't speak all is in my mind my eyes scream the truth but no one can hear. As i drift away in my mind lost in the memories that keep me up at night, looking outside no reflection of happiness the sun is blinding and my heart is sinking in the waves of emotions that surround my body. In my dreams I am lost again, I lost the map that leads me to true joy, lost again, my name is written on the list, the list that predicts the future, my future my number is up 16 the number of hope. The dreams, happiness, bliss and so much more have parted my existence lost in a sea of solitude i see my reflection in the mirror and all i can do is fake that smile and act like my brain never spoke these words to me in hopes of creating that void who follows my every foot step.
By miss may9 years ago in Poets
'I Work with a Guy Named Augustus'
i read a book once that compared champagne to the stars, and how when they drank the bubbly wine, they felt all the constellations
By Meagan Zimmer9 years ago in Poets
Before the Castle
And even after her escape, He always found a way to haunt her. Taunting her in his own suspicious ways. It was a mistake at first she thought to herself.
By Juliann Calloway9 years ago in Poets
Again
I know some of you can relate When I say I feel like I'm drowning When they say there's always an open path But it's like I'm in a forest and I see 10 paths ahead of me
By Cristopher Rios9 years ago in Poets
Ambushed Freedom
With your passionate soul, and your careless mind you run freely still, you are not freed from this — doomed world, filled with emotionless souls —
By Melissa Sturzoiu9 years ago in Poets
Beauty's Death
Imagine a flower. It's beautiful right? So colorful and bright. Am I right? Maybe for some and maybe not for others.
By Kylee Salinas9 years ago in Poets