sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Memory's Garden.
In the garden of our minds, Where memories bloom and wind, There lies a flower, deep and true, A memory, both joy and rue. Sometimes it sings with joy's sweet tune, A cherished moment 'neath the moon. But sometimes, oh, it brings such pain, Like clouds that hide the sunny reign.
Samiha BushraPublished about an hour ago in PoetsA Good Place to Die
I roar my last roar My throat burns from ash My brothers and sisters are dying And my prey no longer tastes the same
Simon GeorgePublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsUnnecessary attachment
In shadows cast by twilight’s gentle glow, Two hearts entwined, a bond that none can break, Their love, a river’s ceaseless, silent flow,
Nguyễn Huyền TrâmPublished about 4 hours ago in Poetsspin me a tale
spin me a tale (of blood and more) a tale of sin (of pain and gore) of sin regale(introspect) regale a tale(retrospect) a tale to pale (intro... vert?)
Paul StewartPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsEye
My eyes are very big Can hold mountains Can hold the sea Can hold the blue sky Can hold the whole world my eyes are small
angelababyPublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsIs the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society?
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society? The beauty of the strides reckons itself like the clock work's step
Hridya SharmaPublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsUltra Clangour
My celestial entity has emancipated through its own conscious realm The devious dispute between it's own tyrant of free will within the depths of a congent power claim, plagues it's ability to see the vision through a buoyant telescope
My Broken Brain
I don’t know why and I don’t know whats wrong with my brain? This thought is like it has been going down the drain! I don’t know how to stop it!
Meghan LeVaughnPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsSubmarine
Everyone is so worried about keeping their boat afloat In hopes life will keep them off the ropes But I’m just a slick and lean submarine
Atomic HistorianPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsSavage
Just a savage Trying to live average But these scavengers are ravenous
Atomic HistorianPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsSincerity
True sincerity is the scariest thing to hear It hurts to have others truly know our pain To know someone that has stood in the same rain
Atomic HistorianPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsJealousy is a Monster
Jealousy is a monster. Not the kind from television. Not a demon or a person you describe as a monster Because they're so horrible.
Vic MousseauPublished about 12 hours ago in Poets