Sad Poetry Quotes

“But my world fell apart, and all they could do, the whole universe, was to silently move on.”
― Khadija Rupa, Unexpressed Feelings

“I paint my wrists
a pretty red
To silence the demons
in my head
Creating art
out of my pain
It's the only thing
that keeps me sane

But why do others cry
when they see my art?
Is it because
I ripped the canvas apart?
I never understood
why they looked so upset
I guess they just don't like
the color red”
― Y.B.

“Love is the choice of creating sandcastles even if you knew it'll be washed away by the sea. It's the pursuit of building something so fragile because it makes you genuinely happy.”
― Bella Coronel, Chasing Dandelions: A Collection of Prose and Poetry

“When I feel blue
I cope with red

And the sad part is
you completely get
what I just said”
― Y.B.

“A second chance will never be able
to heal the wound of the first one.”
― Laura Chouette

“Am I inconsequential to it all, a random, forgettable moment in your delicate, pastel existence?”
― John Casey, Raw Thoughts

“The fading blue of yesterdays sky is reminding of the hopeless love I told the moon about you.”
― Laura Chouette

“It’s your bones against mine.
The slight curve in your spine
and it’s Sunday:
I don’t have to think about suicide.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, He loved me some days. I'm sure he did: 99 essays on growth through loss

“I wonder why I fell for the thorn when
The rose is what I deserved”
― Rathnakumar Raghunath, Charcuterie of Thoughts

“Hoping, dreaming on I stray to her smile, a world away. Love unfulfilled, I rise and a world away, she cries.”
― John Casey, Raw Thoughts

“Maybe you are amazing and beautiful. I just can't see it anymore.”
― John Casey, Raw Thoughts

“Shock no thinking just decide. Rage from nowhere down inside. Sensing ruin, cannot tell, kill the threat or run like hell?”
― John Casey

“I’ll be torn apart by the things they said,
But it won’t kill me because I’m already dead.”
― Rachel Louise Finn, The Girl In The Red Coat

“sometimes i feel more like a house than a person
with the way i decorate my body and my face
to hide damaged walls and empty spaces;
my heart is more like a door with changed locks
because i've made multiple keys for people
who walked all over me with filthy shoes,
people who said they could live here,
but they were just passing through.
i hope my eyes are not windows,
because i fear what the world might see—
all of my flaws and insecurities on display
like a coffee table or some shoddy love seat.
sometimes i swear i left the oven on and forgot
because my mind feels like a smoke detector
with the way my apprehension never calms.
i smell smoke, but i can't see it;
i'm told things are never as bad as i make them,
but every wildfire starts with a spark
and it's easy to burn when you're a house made of straw.”
― t. e. talbott, melancholia in the milky way

“Blessed are you for having cried
For what is a tear if not pain liquified?”
― Rathnakumar Raghunath, Charcuterie of Thoughts

“No light, but rather darkness visible
Served only to discover sight of woe,
Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes at all; but torture without end”
― John Milton

“Even the happiest fall prey to the plastic, the vacuous virtual. And some little voice keeps whispering to us 'There’s something wrong here.”
― John Casey, Raw Thoughts

“That is the best, for sure—to psychologically manipulate someone in such a way that they are unable to decide if they have just been commended
or brilliantly deprecated.”
― John Casey

“Do wipe the sky once I leave

मेरे जाने ��े बाद आसमां पोंछ लेना”
― Vineet Raj Kapoor

“I'll carve a special little niche, safe from the perils of life, where I can make a place for hope. First, I need to find a knife.”
― John Casey, Raw Thoughts

“Or, am I inconsequential to it all? A random, forgettable moment in your delicate, pastel existence?”
― John Casey, Raw Thoughts

“I always wanted to be defined by love - while never knowing that these hearts suffer the most.”
― Laura Chouette

“तक्रार समंदर में हुई असर किनारों में दिखने लगा,
हार गए मोहब्बत हम जैसे आशिक इश्क़ जब बाज़ारों में बिकने लगा ॥”
― Rehan Katrawale

“Friends with Darkness (The Sonnet)

Most dread the very notion of dark,
Darkness strikes horror in their heart.
Yet darkness gives me a sense of calm,
I feel quite at home when in dark.
Darkness makes me alive,
Darkness gives me flight.
Darkness makes me aware,
Of the tiniest glint of light.
Darkness electrifies my dampened veins,
It pours back my nerves with vigor.
Just when everything seems to fall apart,
The mind awakens with unforeseen power.
So, never try to keep darkness at bay.
Once befriended darkness takes you a long way.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Divane Dynamite: Only truth in the cosmos is love

“But love has a way of revealing itself in the most explicit manner
It will find the narrowest crevices of our being
And ooze out like blood from a cut vein
Dripping into the ocean, leaving its scent
For the sharks to circle in”
― Rathnakumar Raghunath, Charcuterie of Thoughts

“Love that gives birth to poetry is
True love”
― Rathnakumar Raghunath, Charcuterie of Thoughts

“I’m constantly in awe of the work ethic of the human heart
It keeps beating though it’s broken”
― Rathnakumar Raghunath, Charcuterie of Thoughts

“When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me.”
― Christina Rossetti

“If this is what makes me a monster, so be it. I am the monster they created!”
― Wiktoria Hankus, Five Words No One Said

“So, the end of this story will read that she died of regrets and a heart disease.
Then, she will rest in a sacred place in the middle of nowhere while he forgets about her.”
― Athena Violante, The ones who could never stay