#sad poems on Hello Poetry

Rea Rose 16m

For many years,
you were mine,
and I was yours.
We were free,
we were happy staying friends.
Though we yearned for more.

I thought it would last forever,
I was ready to confess.

But, you left.
You went to a place I can never reach.

Every time I think of those precious memories,
I break.
Because you were my world,
and will always be a part of it.

Because you weren't only my friend.
You were my family,
the place I called home.

You were my soulmate.

I wish I could move on, but I can't.

#vent #bff #soulmate #sad #tired #done #wish #heartbreak #broken #suicide

Silvestre 30m

the body keeps counting the crimes I've done

an inspector who tracks every move
every move i take—a reward or a crime
whether i watch a movie or series that mirrors my past
or a drift through a day where nothing feels wrong
or sleep soundly through the forgiving night---
his eyes, like a cctv, never sleeps

but when i slip, when I commit a sin…
he interrogates me, “why did you do it?”
and there, in a grey, unblinking light
i stand arrested by my own intent
it’s like a serial killer replacing the skin of myself
he acts without care, so i'm caught red-handed

#body #cctv #lingeringtrauma #sad #crime

Silvestre 1h

the body keeps counting the crimes I've done

a inspector who tracks my every move
every move i take—a reward or a crime
whether i watch a movie or series about something i relate to
or a day where nothing feels wrong
or a night that i slept soundly
his eyes never sleep like a cctv

but when i slip-up, when I commit a wrongdoing…
he interrogates me, “why did you do such things?”
and there, in a grey, dimly lit light
i was held arrested to my own motives
it’s like a mime replacing the skin of myself
he acts it recklessly, so i will get red-handed

#body #cctv #lingeringtrauma #sad #crime

Knight Mayne 53m

Sweetened Tea

Sweetened Tea

I have taken shots of the dark, running aground, mindlessly breaking under tow
Where is that solemn day? Fallen into atrophy, unable to wrap these pulped knuckles as I have prayed and fasted to an empty sky
The tiny dagger like hands ask for help, but sorry, you're not sick enough for us to care

I have been given strong trees, but my water poisons their bark
I inherit a mind of wonder, but the heroes in my book have all moved on
I was given a dandelion, that could not grow in my cracks

There is endless rancor, and I have grown tired
I can't offer you a word of hope nor a long and weary traveled ray of sunlight
This Earth's dirt spits into my soles, we cannot walk out of here

Put my hopes down resentfully as they weep and pray, n'evr enough green to cover those horrid thorns
A statue learned to shed nothing, in moss coated granite
In an unmoving ground I have elucubrated a remedy, in capsules that know naught color

Aged eyes grow exhausted circles, faithful to a hospital bed taut with restraints
Because I am, I will be in solitude, a lesson August's light never lets rest
I am broken ostentatious displays not worthy of your time, unable to carve a smile

Can you keep your head up? Can you resist sorrow's attempt to hurt you?
Amist a sea of tarnished rubies, you were the last and best light of the evening
I have tried everything, only to cut my sails, the future failed to change me

The things others have seen, hide from my view
The feelings have become fleeting I once held so dear
It bitterly breaks my heart

There once was an angel who fell in love with a fern
And I was given a dandelion that could not grow in my cracks
When your eyes meet, I miss you

#melancholy #sad #breakup #lost #heartbreak #heartache

TheLees 3h

drink me slowly

She filled my silent cup with
bubbling crackling pops of laughter
Wine I couldn’t put down
drank to the lees
felt it seep into my blood
spun my world
knocked the lights out

One sip led to a pint
then I tapped the keg

When the barrel ran dry
I thought we’d brew more
but she took my glass
and tossed it
Crystal daggers
glint on the floor

The constellation on the concrete
reminded me of a night under the stars
when you said we’d name our dog Sam
and our kid would laugh like me

I should have drunk more slowly

When she left I lay supine
at the bottom
The vision of our child floats
face-down in the barrel
I drain into the wine
the blood mixes
I’ll fill the barrel by myself with me.

#heartbreak #sad #breakup #love #human #heart #blood #wine

Artis 12h

Drink.

My heart—frozen still,
searching for the will
to forget you.

The alcohol takes its course.
Tears slide down my cheeks
as I try,
fail,
try again
to forget you.

Was my love real?
Or just something to play with—
fooled by the warmth,
cut by your words,
sharp as paper.

You made my heart ache.
Still, I stayed.
Now you just make the alcohol
taste sweeter—
and the night colder—
with every sip.

It's okay,
the drink—
is the love I need for the night.

Our favorite song—
all I can hear
is us singing it
with our whole hearts.

Was it love,
or just—
need?

Every memory in my head—
crumbles.
'Cause all I have now is this bottle
to pour my tears into—
to remember every lie,
you shakily whispered,
in my ears, holding hands.

Now you're gone.
All I have left
is the drink—
we used to share.

💔 Inspired by the legendary Jeff Buckley.

#sad #melancholy #romance #spokenword #love #heartbreak #sadbutsweet #jeffbuckleyinspired #drink #pain

Breann 18h

The Silence After You

I held my tongue when you walked away,
Told myself it hurt less not to say.
But silence only made it burn—
Some lessons, you don’t choose to learn.

I rarely cry, I play things cool,
But you broke through that guarded rule.
A bed, a hand, a whispered truth—
Then nothing. Like you’d just cut loose.

You gave me hope, then took it back,
Left me questioning what I lack.
I wasn’t some girl passing through—
I was a friend who cared for you.

No closure came, no words to mend,
Just quiet from someone I called a friend.
So here it is, my final line:
You hurt me—deep. But I’ll be fine.

#life #love #hurt #silence #feeling #sad #closure #goodbye

Breann 18h

The Cost of Crimson

My hair was always dark—
A quiet oath to who I’d been.
It clung to me like truth,
Framing features I had learned to love.
Even as a girl, I wandered shades—
But the dark always called me home.
Strangers knew me by its wave,
Its certainty, its ease.
It was mine.
And it was enough.
Until you.

You liked bright.
You liked wild.
You liked her—
The red that lit your eyes.
So I told myself,
Maybe if I bled the dark away,
You’d see me with that same fire.

So I sat beneath the light and bowl,
Watched bleach strip years from my strands,
Watched red bleed into who I was,
Not because I loved it,
But because you might love me.

You said you liked it.
So I added more.
Layered hope on top of damage,
Waiting for your heart to catch.

And it did.
You liked me—or at least the version
I burned myself to become.
But now, in the quiet of my mirror,
I meet a stranger with copper strands,
Not the girl who knew her worth,
But one who traded it away
For something small
And fleeting.

I miss the girl who never asked
If she was enough.
I miss the dark.
I miss the strength.
I miss the truth
That once lived in my reflection.

And now I know—
Love that demands you change
Will never hold the parts
You buried to be chosen.

I should’ve never gone red.
Not for you.
Not for anyone.
Not at the cost of me.

#life #feeling #regret #hair #unrecognizable #hurt #change #sad

Rea Rose 23h

Teenage Lies

I have dealt with many things,
but to you I am just dramatic,
a lier even.
Whenever I open my heart,
you shove it into a box,
making it harder every time.

"I'm Depressed"
I finally tell you,
seeking comfort in your words,
even though they scare me further.

But, you let me down,
you told me the words I feared the most.
"Your just a teenager, you don't know what that means"

Then, what's wrong with me?
Why do I dream of jumping off,
of never coming back.

Maybe I'm just being a teen,
or maybe that's just a lie.

#vent #teen #depression #sad #lonely #suicide #lost #trauma #14 #teenager

Odd Odyssey Poet 1d

Insecurities of being in love

If Truth & Love are an object; I’m objective to that statement;
For the girl of my dreams — I’m maybe lucid dreaming,
Or just another hopeless insomniac; a hopeless romantic!

Dreamt up love stories – mostly are their unhappy endings;
Falling in love, while quietly hoping my feelings aren’t,
The only ones to catch me; it’s all going to be so tragic!

Falling too hard now — having no means to get up;
Having no pieces of a heart left, to cope with the feeling,
Of breaking up; knowing I’ll start to act so dramatic!

These are the insecurities of being in love;
It's so rough; the one I once loved became so traumatic!

#love #sad #heart #pain #trauma #poetry