Sad Poems | All Types of Poems About Sadness

I stood on the gravel pathway, feeling the wind gently kiss my face, and the sweet scent of cherry blossoms, mingling with the air. My hands went up to my mouth, covering my gasp, as I saw him kneel down on one knee, a velvet box in his hands. A gentle smile adorned his face, as he looked...

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My concrete dried beneath regret, No footprints left just silhouettes. I scream through porcelain but cracks don't form— Just echos of a lifetime; body-worn An engine heart with rusted gears Still grinding through regretful years I've calcified to the point where nothing grows; A statue dried; yet it sank inside an undertow....

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neon flickers pink, cherry blossoms broken glass—— I drank the false moon....

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You crawl under my skin Again, uninvited this time Drinking my sorrow Your tail whips around my heart Drawn in by the cold Darkness you know so well To look but not to touch A sad spectacle to visit But visit is all Soak up vulnerability Bathe in the grief Wash off, walk home Leave me with the well Where undrinkable water lives Crumbs to decorate it Furtive missives of...

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An old man once said: Freedom isn’t free As a child, I grew up, never understanding those words. As an adult, I learned, the tree of freedom is watered with blood. I thought we had paid enough. But as trees wither without water, so does freedom without its tribute. As such I hoped, we could pay with sweat and duty. But once again-we choose red......

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Nothing is heard, but the gentle breeze Breeze that whispers over the deceased Trees bow their branches with deep respect For those that lie in cemetery beds. The green grass is tended graciously For mourning of friends and family To find healing that lesson their grief And helps those grieving to find some peace. Flowers adorn the beautiful place Chosen with perfect...

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You didn't want to help me reassemble The puzzle pieces of my broken heart. You didn't want to see how we resemble A couple turning the page for a new start....

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Don't go please I beg Be strong girl you said You left me in the med Took ahead your steps Tell me why please ! I dreamt abt sitting with you beside river I want you to come closer Wanna put my head on your shoulder Just wanna be your lover I thought I found you as a treasure But you...

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I am no longer of use. That much is clear. They pass me by like I’m furniture— just another shape gathering dust in the corner of the kitchen where light rarely lands. My face, once proud, is smudged now— not by time, but by its absence. I used to hold their mornings together: 6:45, the hiss of the kettle. 7:02, cereal spiraling into bowls. 7:58, the door slammed...

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I was lost in a place where there was no peace. Though my heart was swallowed by the universe. Birds sang a melody through the sky. The forest was nourished by all of kinds. The spirit of mother nature conquer, the wild. "Nature, Nature" The poetry of nature has fallen. The spirit is conquering around the wildness. Hope,time has no use....

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Wooden crosses weeping their peeling paint broken and fractured by time Stood like remnants of carnage from a civil war signposts of man's ugliness from within Silent in death, guardians of their cause left in the farthest corner of a small cemetery that held no importance even to the church that owned it Who used...

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How Long a wait will my weak feet endure? For many years On your snub I still wail. Yet Veils of lies don’t cover your allure; Your Elegance I still cannot but hail. Your words Often fail to convey passion, Your heart Remains closed off to compassion, Since you Heave out too little in response, Within the Arcade of hatred you ensconce. With...

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When was your last lengthy, stimulating conversation? ~ Thought so ...

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I went on a stroll. Same lit up signs stare, While I wear the same hat, As the same strangers glare. Absorbed in my own despair, Walking beside the same street, Wishing you’d be there. Same windows, Same street lights, Same hat, that you used to wear. Now strangers stare. I’m a monster, they yell. If only they knew, What I went through, All because of...

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In a thriving city a boy was born, growing up melancholy and forlorn, thoughtful, with a poet's sensitive soul, he knew he was different and unwhole. His life would be both rose and piercing thorn. He took to the road, and he travelled far. In the Summer of Love, he found his star, and for the first time, he felt happiness. a strange new...

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