sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
My Secret Love
My Secret Love I still love you, my queen, because I couldn't have you. Between us lies a sea, and we whisper across it. I'm on this shore, you're on the other. Between us lies a barrier of sorrow. You extend a hand from your shaded tree, But I'm in a desert, untouched by your shade.
Afzal HossainPublished about an hour ago in PoetsInnocent Love
Innocent Love Coming down from the mountain, standing beside it Clouds touching all over, on your clothes. Purple flowers in your ears and some blue hues in the background, the Himalayas sky has letters.
Afzal HossainPublished about an hour ago in PoetsThe Last Roar
In ancient times, where skies were vast and grand, A titan roamed, in a forgotten land. With thunderous steps and scales aglow,
Willow PeddyPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsInto The Darkness
In the darkness, feeling lost I'm a ship without a course Muted colors, life's turned gray I'm drowning in an ocean, fading away
The OmnichromiterPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsNot Waving
Stuck in the space between Where things are heard, not seen Broken, with a price called free Got lost in the entropy. Found my role in a tragedy,
The OmnichromiterPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsA Walking Coffin
The supports are rotting. I feel each creak and pop, A symphony of decrepitude, Joints unreliable and failing. It's harder to arise each morning,
Knowing
I've been worried sick Not hearing from you Knowing you're struggling Knowing I can't help But not knowing what is happening
Rene PetersPublished about 12 hours ago in PoetsLoneliness
**Loneliness** The girl didn't want that much! Not so much beauty, not so much freedom! She wanted a little less,
Afzal HossainPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsCurse
Curse The day I am lost, you will understand, you will understand, You will ask the evening star of the setting sun about me -
Afzal HossainPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsThere Was Much to Say
There Was Much to Say There was much to say, if you had loved me that day. There was a path to walk, if you had come two days earlier.
Afzal HossainPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsDay Labor
Day Laborer Your luxury cars drive down the roads, And your big ships sail across the sea. The railways are bustling with fast steam engines,
Afzal HossainPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsEnchanted by Myself
Enchanted by Myself I search for her Who is closer to me than myself. In my burning desire, I hear her footsteps. Like a skylark, in unquenchable thirst,
Afzal HossainPublished about 15 hours ago in Poets