sad poetry

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

Split Personality
Split Personality I say I’m fine and mean it then feel the cold hit later when no one’s around I dance in rooms I hate
By George’s Girl 2026 about 4 hours ago in Poets
Being Poor Sucks.. Content Warning.
Being Poor Sucks. Every Thursday morning, I receive my paycheck. It’s a day that I used to look forward to. Nowadays, the first thought that enters my head is
By Jebus! about 6 hours ago in Poets
As War Disrupts Life
Adults call themselves worldly wise, yet what little children can do adults often seem to lack. My daughter asked to bury
By Seema Patelabout 8 hours ago in Poets
The War Dragon. Content Warning.
Introduction This is an ekphrastic pantoum inspired by the image below that contains references to the First World War. In my poem, I weave observations on the painting with thoughts about that terrible conflict.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 9 hours ago in Poets
I Don't Live In "Uruguay" - But I Like A Male... I Saw - Can This Relationship Work... NO, You Need To "LIVE" Together !!!
I like this person - and he said let's move in together !? I said, where do you live !? He said URUGUAY - I said but that's 5,000 plane tickets a "Spongebob" bath, and the way things be looking a whole entire mysterious scenario happening !?
By 365poetryabout 10 hours ago in Poets
Half in the World, Half in Its Mirror
I stand where the water forgets whether it is sky or grief. The world has gone quiet in that careful way it does after something leaves
By Diane Fosterabout 15 hours ago in Poets
Why Society Feels Dead
There were breakthrough lights in the greyness of the clouds. Look around; there is no one on the green tennis of the field
By Caitlin Charltonabout 16 hours ago in Poets
Fathers & Sons Reprise
My father left a void in me when he left. - I was barely old enough to walk when he packed his cases before my eyes and walked, willingly, into the dark outdoors.
By Reece Beckettabout 18 hours ago in Poets
Happy Dark Birthday To My Almost Dead Wife
Happy Dark Birthday To My Almost Dead Wife Tonight I baked a cake of black roses, five candles trembling like thin ghosts.
By George’s Girl 2026 about 18 hours ago in Poets
A Sole Tear
Her hand reaches up, wiping away a sole tear from her snowy cheek.
By A. S. Lawrenceabout 20 hours ago in Poets
A Lone Tear
His hand reaches up and wipes away a lone tear from his blooming cheek.
By A. S. Lawrenceabout 20 hours ago in Poets
Violet. Content Warning.
woke up still breathing naked and unafraid too flesh not violet
By Tina D. Lopezabout 21 hours ago in Poets