Experience the Latest Deep and Sad Poems

Not all sorrow asks to be solved. Some it just wants to be seen.

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This space holds a collection of deep and sad poems, not always written to fix the ache (even though it helps), but to sit beside it.

My poems don’t chase light.

Instead, they honour the shadow, tracing the edges of loss, disconnection, and those quiet moments when you’re not sure what comes next.

What Are Deep and Sad Poems

The ones that don’t rush your sadness.

Deep, reflective poems reach past the surface of emotion and dwell in nuance, memory, and the inner conversations you’re often too tired to explain.

These are poems that:

  • Sit with grief without trying to soften it

  • Acknowledge regret, without forcing a lesson

  • Reflect the weight of change, loss and resilience

  • Offer language for the feelings we usually bury

These poems isn’t about catharsis. It’s about connection.

Read the Latest Collection

Each poem in this space carries it’s own weight and will guide you in the right direction:

  • Held by the Hollow - A raw, reflective poem about grief, alcohol, and the slow path to healing.

  • Blind Belief - A lyrical poem about memory, longing, and the quiet myths we build around places and selves.

  • Blank Piece of Paper - a quiet reckoning with identity, tracing lifelong introversion, emotional depth, and sensitivity through the lens of memory, colour, and self-acceptance.

(This library of poems is updated regularly.)

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All That’s Left is She
All That’s Left is She
Numb and Nurtured
Numb and Nurtured
Held by the Hollow
Held by the Hollow

Why We Read Sad Poetry

Though it might seem like it on the surface, reading deep sad poems isn’t about leaning into despair, just recognising what’s already there.

They slow the rush of daily survival and step into the quieter rooms of the mind, the ones you rarely enter unless something breaks.

In these lines, you may find a kind of mirror you didn’t know you needed. A way to grieve without waiting for permission and perhaps a gentle reminder that you’re not the only one carrying this weight—whatever this is.

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More Sad & Reflective Poems
All That’s Left is She
All That’s Left is She

No one warned me I’d look like her—

a mirror etched with memory and ache.

She stares back,

beautifully dressed (as always)

but hollow in the eyes

Baz wouldn’t let me face.

Nice White Lady
Nice White Lady

I sip my coffee in pink cotton ease,

Mourning a life that comes with no fees.

Journaling woes in pastel ink,

While the world outside begins to sink.

Women bleed where bombs don’t pause,

The Long, Short Run
The Long, Short Run

Words slip through fingers,

like water in morning light—

I sit with the silence,

dream-echoed and hollow.

Yesterday wore me

A Flicker in the Fog
A Flicker in the Fog

I write of light as if it’s mine to summon,

a switch to flick when the dark overstays.

But truth seeps in not loud, not violent,

just a slow and heavy knowing.

Something in me has lived beneath the weight

of joy postponed, of silence that doesn’t soothe

Four Years On
Four Years On

It’s our four-year anniversary today.

Strange how close and far it feels

like I could touch that moment still,

but also see how time now steals.

Ink Between the Lines
Ink Between the Lines

I thought I’d been writing,

this journal my proof

but pages whispered silence,

forgotten months spoke truth.

Six entries here, none there,

Not Instagram’s Fault
Not Instagram’s Fault

From one good day to a bad one the next, I fall,

Thought quitting the scroll would fix it all.

I silenced the pings, the filters, the feed,

But somehow I’m worse, not even remotely freed.

Would She Have Loved This Time?
Would She Have Loved This Time?

I wonder if my mum would’ve liked this day,

Surrounded by pens in a bright array.

She loved her stationery, more than I do

Diaries, journals, a planner or two.

Let the Quiet Move You Forward

If these poems speak to something inside you; the ache to write, the need to name what you feel, then you’re not alone.

I’m currently working on an eBook called How to Write Poetry for Beginners, created specifically for those who want to explore their voice, their story, and the power of putting it all into words.

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