sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
At the End of the Day
At the End of the Day The earth, with its mud-streaked, faded gray shawl, Has draped the folds of the horizon with deep pathos.
Afzal HossainPublished 25 minutes ago in PoetsTime Bomb
You asked for my opinions Showed me that you care Treated this like something real I don’t remember falling at all Then you handed me a time bomb
Nick QueenPublished about an hour ago in PoetsFor You
Hello You, Friend, Lover, Ex This one’s for You The silent reader Not a love note or romantic poem Just words to get off my chest
Nick QueenPublished about an hour ago in PoetsWhere the fault lies
An acrostic piece for my poem-a-day challenge that has become more of a poem-mostly-every-day thing. It is what it is, lol!
Heather HublerPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsWATERMELON the fruit $ friend of the DAMNED
One may look at what has happened to Palestine and its people and dread on their behalf having a heart filled with pity. If only pity could raise the dead. I myself have found a continued disconnect from the brutality and horror so many of us have been forced to witness. A continuing distance can be felt when I come across a post of a child or mother mourning their dead, I almost feel numb to a pain most of us would not be capable of surviving.
When I am dead, my dearest,
When I am dead, my dearest, When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head,
Abdul QayyumPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsCenturian Battle
Three ages in two; Maturity flourishes like The weed in fertile ground As the once innocent child Sees their happy world crumble.
Midheaven
Walking, Soaring Through cotton clouds Where the sun and the moon meet For their battle to rule Over the sky,
The Banner of the Free
For far too many, years and years We fought through blood, sweat, and tears. We fought for men we do not know, We fought for lands, we do not sow.
Emily Marie ConcannonPublished about 20 hours ago in PoetsMental Health Breakdown
Broken, shaking, cold...will I always be alone? I'm the only one who knows how to handle this. Sometimes I don't even know how.
Lindsey AltomPublished about 21 hours ago in Poets"Toy Dinosaur"
"Toy Dinosaur" By Bria Blauvelt Terrible lizard is what the ancients knew me as. Of course, the real me couldn’t make any friends.
Autumn RainPublished about 23 hours ago in PoetsThe Tether
He missed the chair and hit the floor, Head knocking against the wood polished with dust. Darkness, dusk, night fell across his form,
Silver Serpent BooksPublished a day ago in Poets