sad poetry

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

A Slow Death
I'd like a do-over. I'd like to go back to the first day I thought down upon myself, or the first day I let the bully become myself rather than a passing upperclassmen in the hall. I'd like to change how things started. Then maybe things would be different now.
By Annie LeMay9 years ago in Poets
Change Me
To the point where I close my eyes, Seeing darkness and being afraid. Afraid to see what I fear, To see I am still the person I disliked.
By Aylin de la cruz9 years ago in Poets
Three Selfish Wishes
three selfish wishes three selfish wishes is all i need first, i wish to see what others see everyone says i look beautiful
By Shaelyn Terry9 years ago in Poets
The Dumb Thinker...
from time to time i stand alone and think to the clicks and cracks of the burning wood it brings me joy that sound they make
By Fred Hermes9 years ago in Poets
Sad to Content
Empty inside, Not sure what's happening, I miss it - am I crazy, Twisted maybe, Not even sure on that. New feelings I can't name,
By Noah Renee9 years ago in Poets
Though We've Never Met
Though we've never met, I want to hear your story. Though we've never met, I wish to have memories of you. Though we've never met,
By Jamie Ripperda9 years ago in Poets
Happy?
Her mind's too busy Her heart's too tired Her hair's so frizzy She's sick of getting fired She's up and she's down, inside and out
By Shannon Larisse9 years ago in Poets
Paper Doll Heart
Paper dolls blown away in the wind. We used to travel this road together. I thought our friendship was unbreakable. I told you things no one else knows.
By Amanda Zylstra9 years ago in Poets
Inner Demons
Every day is a struggle. So many pieces broken So many words I've choked in. Never the leader never the one always looking but never finds.
By Ruby Castellanos9 years ago in Poets
Millions of Tiny Threads
In my head Millions of tiny threads Weave in and out Filling me up with doubt Awakening sides of me I don't want to see
By Shannon Larisse9 years ago in Poets
Hangover
While alcohol does not erase the problems that I have, it does invoke a fire to provide temporary warmth. I'm not talking about the physical warmth, but the warmth of numbness. The feeling of no longer feeling anything at all. The single thought that clouds all other thoughts. The warm escape from the screaming silence and emptiness inside you. In such sense you rather harm the body over your mind. You starve for free booze to get numb. To get so numb that that pop song you hate is pouring out your mouth. So numb where the person you hate is your closest friend. Because what you really hate is you. And if the mind is vacant and numb there is nothing to hate and no one to be hating. The induced disconnection is more comforting than the familiar disassociation. The momentary circle of drinking buddies is more important than the family you grew up to know as mere acquaintances. And the warmth keeps reminding you of the camping trip you took as a kid.
By Amy Baker9 years ago in Poets
Sober and Drunken Memories
I remember waking up To mother's screams and cries. I creeped out into the hallway Your drunken hand was raised ready to swing again.
By Mikaela Wood9 years ago in Poets