sad poetry

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

The Fire
Do you remember when we watched the farmhouse burn? its old tan paint sluicing in dark crumbles to browning grass,
By Teyana Jackson8 years ago in Poets
My Past
Why did my father leave me? He made bad choices. What choices did he have? The Army was one of the choices he made. Is it because of my deafness or doesn’t he love me at all?
By Casey Lynn Riddel8 years ago in Poets
Domesticated
God I am tired of this bird bone cage. You, who once admired the stony strength of me, have sewn feathers into the fabric
By Teyana Jackson8 years ago in Poets
I Like You...
You are the epitome of seductive eloquence. I am drowning in your absence. You were poetry I struggled to interpret. Conceptions we're abundant amoungst the inadequate informant.
By Kiesha 'KSsense' sadler8 years ago in Poets
Memory Trace
I Listen to silence and open my mind Heartbeats stay silent til ours intertwine One day I'd hope you let go of the pain Rid the hate, let our essence remain
By Candice footman8 years ago in Poets
Sleep
I get my daughter to bed at a very decent time. Exhausted to the point where I'll drop like a dime, I lay in bed. I toss and I turn in an abyss of pillows and sheets. I can't get comfortable, I can't go to sleep, not with this feeling of paranoia that's too deep.
By Kendra P.8 years ago in Poets
Desertion
I can only assume the clouds put the sun to bed before he could rise. However, they refused to cry. I stood atop the tallest building on
By Kye Davis8 years ago in Poets
Rope
'I'm at the end of my rope'she saysand I'm inclinedto believe her.I can't help but bring to mindimages of noosesand career criminalsof bygone eras,their pasts at last caughtup with them,all that running over,the crowd that's gatheredto witness their executionsurprisedby their calm demeanour,surprised by theircomplete lackof agitation.But is it reallysuch a shock,that these characterslook upon their deathas they'd look uponany other incident,any other inevitabilityof life.
By Liam Bates8 years ago in Poets
Searching
Missing a part of me That should have been here It was all for the best Messages never made clear. Dying a little each time
By Mandy Curry8 years ago in Poets
Holding Out
The first time I saw your face My heart immediately began to race Being new in this small town I started to ask around All my friends said not to try
By Dawn Moran8 years ago in Poets
Nothing Like Those Other Girls
I'm nothing like those other girls. I'm not the prettiest or fairest of them all. I'll never be nominated by some mirror mirror on the wall.
By Jessica Rasile8 years ago in Poets
Let's Pretend
Sure, it's different for everyone - but let's play a game. Imagine you're standing on a island with all your friends. You're having a great time, standing safely on the sand.
By Maddy Walker8 years ago in Poets