sad poetry

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

If Love Was a Crime
He’s always watching. I feel his eyes bearing into my secrets. The expression emitting from his pores: He is suspicious of me. I’m the person of interest. Each time is just a slight glance, a split second glimpse taking a piece of me to investigate. My every move is under scrutiny. He barely speaks. Barely interacts. But. Always. Watching. ME.
By Abigail Akyiaw9 years ago in Poets
I Miss You
I Miss you I remember when we take walks in the park Running, laughing, feeling free just you and me You would hold my hand, Sun beaming through the trees
By Erica v9 years ago in Poets
Tricksters and Antacids
I need Pepto for this bittersweet burn in my chest that questions my sanity. Will this remedy do me any good? If I treat it, will the fire spread?
By Kourtney Risher9 years ago in Poets
Deprived
Drag me through the mud, insanity is in my mind Everything you tried to give, is everything I denied. The pain that drives me, is the darkness that deprives me, and the shackles that bind me.
By Johnathen Reuter9 years ago in Poets
Father
you’re so toxic that your words burn holes in my skin you’re so spiteful that i pity you i know you’re a troubled man and i understand that you
By Jaca (Poetry)9 years ago in Poets
My Best Friend
My best friend has gone again Never to return again Left without saying a sound Left lifeless in a bed alone Never to walk again
By Visionary Ghostwriter9 years ago in Poets
Trust Issues
Listen to me I mean listen to that inner me that's been crying out I don't want to be in this situation again because I have felt this pain before so if we are to press rewind in my mind it would feel like over 100 times we have been here before
By Latoia Dunn9 years ago in Poets
Haunted
I put up with this shit every day, Why does it have to be this way? I start to walk over to you, I want to talk to you but I don’t know what the hell to say,
By Chloe Urquhart9 years ago in Poets
Death, The Enemy
Peace, serenity and joy, so much joy than I can remember Ever since the day I met you I knew you'll be the one to say I do
By Harydo Neon9 years ago in Poets
Nostalgia That Isn't Mine
We all make choices Even when we preach, "I just didn't have a choice" So maybe it was my fault we ended up there that night.
By Zoe Elizabeth9 years ago in Poets
Things I Had
I thought I had Monday mornings, Seeing you smile in a coffee shop, Where all your dreams would pass over your face, And come out in all your words.
By Jai Storm9 years ago in Poets
Happy
it was 2004 the year my father told me that sticks and stones would shatter bones but names would never hurt me by the time i was 16 i was diagnosed with
By Jaca (Poetry)9 years ago in Poets