Poems about Hurt
#hurt
Emotional poems about hurt. Here you'll find poetry about heartbreak, rejection, loss and feeling hurt. Poems about the sadness and trauma of going through emotional pain and anguish.
Lilliputian
Poem Published
Today 2:33pm
Today 2:33pm
His Anger
He felt like a gust of wind
Stern and violent
The room trembled in alert
Whenever he stepped
He resembled a mountain
Stark, fearsome, and towering
With a distance too far to cross
And a height I failed to reach
When unleashed, his wrath
Reminded me of an erupted volcano
Searing all who drew near
With a fountain of fury
He yelled like a peal of thunder
With harsh rumbles of rage
The epitome of a grim storm
Bringing havoc in his wake
His anger wrecked me
Its scattered ash coated my...
Stern and violent
The room trembled in alert
Whenever he stepped
He resembled a mountain
Stark, fearsome, and towering
With a distance too far to cross
And a height I failed to reach
When unleashed, his wrath
Reminded me of an erupted volcano
Searing all who drew near
With a fountain of fury
He yelled like a peal of thunder
With harsh rumbles of rage
The epitome of a grim storm
Bringing havoc in his wake
His anger wrecked me
Its scattered ash coated my...
#anger
#hurt
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
Today 2:37am
Today 2:37am
Made Denise Sit And Cry
Denise peeked into the bathroom.
She caught Kvin showering with rival Julia.
Made Denise sit and cry.
She caught Kvin showering with rival Julia.
Made Denise sit and cry.
#betrayal
#fiction
#friendship
#hurt
#sex
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Revisionary
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:00pm
Yesterday 7:00pm
I cannot be a part of this no more
If I were to put it candidly, you have everything I’ve ever wanted.
You are the better half. The holy counterpart to my hell, introducing hail unto my brimstone.
Everything I wished for myself, and you come along and show me I was right for desiring those things.
Sharp shank to my rib every time I see your face and I minimize my half smile.
It’s beauty locks my cage and I remain captured, unable to look at you, with nervous laughter.
Your intellect engages my mind, makes me ponder, bound and enraptured.
Which is why, I cannot be a part of this no more. ...
You are the better half. The holy counterpart to my hell, introducing hail unto my brimstone.
Everything I wished for myself, and you come along and show me I was right for desiring those things.
Sharp shank to my rib every time I see your face and I minimize my half smile.
It’s beauty locks my cage and I remain captured, unable to look at you, with nervous laughter.
Your intellect engages my mind, makes me ponder, bound and enraptured.
Which is why, I cannot be a part of this no more. ...
#admiration
#ForbiddenLove
#hurt
#MovingOn
#sadness
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NP_NP
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 2:08pm
25th Jan 2025 2:08pm
Russians
In the black and white of an endless film, I long to be your red rose, vivid, surreal. The last glimpse you catch before closing your eyes, The final breath shared under stormy skies.
I have never fought so fiercely, so true, Until the battle of words was between me and you. In the war of hearts, we wield the knives, Each strike cutting deep, yet we both survive.
I hold the blade to your chest, you to my throat, A silent scream as our souls take note. I beg you to do it, to end this rift, But you, with your surrender, offer a white handkerchief.
You fall to your knees,...
I have never fought so fiercely, so true, Until the battle of words was between me and you. In the war of hearts, we wield the knives, Each strike cutting deep, yet we both survive.
I hold the blade to your chest, you to my throat, A silent scream as our souls take note. I beg you to do it, to end this rift, But you, with your surrender, offer a white handkerchief.
You fall to your knees,...
#heartbroken
#hurt
#love
#rejection
#UnrequitedLove
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 2:33am
23rd Jan 2025 2:33am
Wish it Would LaSt ...
Can you still feel the glow of the sun on your face ,
Or the warmth of the past in these empty days erased?
Do you know if the stars ever whispered your name,
Or did they fall silent in sorrowful shame?
What’s left of the flame?
When we no longer dance in the rain
When I reach out to touch , but you just a memory or such
Did they teach you to bury the spark in your chest,
A life of memory that rests
Inside the photo of our mind
Trade the wild unknown for a life that’s play through rewind?
Did reflection offer you comfort,...
Or the warmth of the past in these empty days erased?
Do you know if the stars ever whispered your name,
Or did they fall silent in sorrowful shame?
What’s left of the flame?
When we no longer dance in the rain
When I reach out to touch , but you just a memory or such
Did they teach you to bury the spark in your chest,
A life of memory that rests
Inside the photo of our mind
Trade the wild unknown for a life that’s play through rewind?
Did reflection offer you comfort,...
#hurt
#love
#relationships
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Lilliputian
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 8:03pm
20th Jan 2025 8:03pm
For a Walk
I took a rock for a walk
The one pressing down on my chest
In hopes it might grow lighter
Yet it only got heavier
Crushing my heart
With each step I took
The one pressing down on my chest
In hopes it might grow lighter
Yet it only got heavier
Crushing my heart
With each step I took
#hurt
#sadness
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AmyMMosier
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 6:21pm
20th Jan 2025 6:21pm
Kentia palms catch a breeze
Kentia palms catch a breeze
And sway gently in their rows;
This verdant sanctuary
Comforts me like the psalms.
I amble slowly between them -
My head tapped by the fronds.
I feel the warmth of the sun;
The fresh air fills my lungs.
A kintsugi pot rests on pebbles -
Beautiful but defiant.
Gold sealed up the fissures -
Reminding me of who I am.
And sway gently in their rows;
This verdant sanctuary
Comforts me like the psalms.
I amble slowly between them -
My head tapped by the fronds.
I feel the warmth of the sun;
The fresh air fills my lungs.
A kintsugi pot rests on pebbles -
Beautiful but defiant.
Gold sealed up the fissures -
Reminding me of who I am.
#hurt
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 10:14pm
19th Jan 2025 10:14pm
I Found Out Too Late that She Loved Me
I loved Hannah more than I could say,
But I didn’t tell her that I loved her.
I wanted her to see it for herself.
So I came up with an idea that I thought would work.
She read the love poems that I wrote.
The poetic words revealed my true feelings.
She knew that I wrote them for her,
And she realised the depth of my love for her.
I didn’t know that she was in love with me.
She never showed her feelings for me.
Perhaps she tried to attract my attention,
But I was too dumb to realise it.
She wasn’t bold...
But I didn’t tell her that I loved her.
I wanted her to see it for herself.
So I came up with an idea that I thought would work.
She read the love poems that I wrote.
The poetic words revealed my true feelings.
She knew that I wrote them for her,
And she realised the depth of my love for her.
I didn’t know that she was in love with me.
She never showed her feelings for me.
Perhaps she tried to attract my attention,
But I was too dumb to realise it.
She wasn’t bold...
#girlfriend
#hurt
#love
#lust
#marriage
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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Bumped 17th Jan 2025 5:20am
3rd Jan 2025 3:00am
3rd Jan 2025 3:00am
Vision_of_insanity's ass whooping!
#hurt
#lust
#scary
78 reads
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 7:02pm
16th Jan 2025 7:02pm
~sleep mode
sleep mode
..
but where is it
when pain had seeped in
..in the continuous mumblings
of immobilised desperations
those indistinct murmurs
pitch a sudden high
as unbelievably
peaking lucidities
glowering as angered
red sparking embers
in their many pointed shout outs
of a deadening pace.. wrapped
up shockingly.. with low
alternating troughs.. of
as if an enacted thorough
begging.. with some
quick silvered dark twist
of frightening frustrations, in
a busted...
..
but where is it
when pain had seeped in
..in the continuous mumblings
of immobilised desperations
those indistinct murmurs
pitch a sudden high
as unbelievably
peaking lucidities
glowering as angered
red sparking embers
in their many pointed shout outs
of a deadening pace.. wrapped
up shockingly.. with low
alternating troughs.. of
as if an enacted thorough
begging.. with some
quick silvered dark twist
of frightening frustrations, in
a busted...
#death
#hurt
#night
#sadness
#sleep
129 reads
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 7:20pm
15th Jan 2025 7:20pm
She's handsy
She beats her man
With her hands
Every time he comes around
She stands him up and slaps him down
Does she make herself perfectly clear?
I think she does
He won't shut the fuck up
The sound of his voice, drives her out of her mind
You can understand that, can't you?
I figured that
I knew you would
Last night when I was at her place
She said to him,
"Come here my hunk of a man"
He said trembling, "OK"
She looked him up and down and said, "Stop Whimpering!"
She then said,...
With her hands
Every time he comes around
She stands him up and slaps him down
Does she make herself perfectly clear?
I think she does
He won't shut the fuck up
The sound of his voice, drives her out of her mind
You can understand that, can't you?
I figured that
I knew you would
Last night when I was at her place
She said to him,
"Come here my hunk of a man"
He said trembling, "OK"
She looked him up and down and said, "Stop Whimpering!"
She then said,...
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#hurt
#relationships
#weakness
85 reads
6 Comments
Forcubanlinx
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 3:39am
14th Jan 2025 3:39am
Diary Entry II
I've been surviving on sadness, drenched in misery,
but I shouldn’t. God knows I don’t belong
among this withering breed.
The Lord knows—every day is a test.
And now, the same air I breathe is killing me,
choking on the fiery catastrophe
that’s plaguing my city.
There must be something deep inside—
some wound embedded, some cause of this insanity.
So I can’t afford to be caught lacking—
must wipe the smoke and ash from my eyes,
because one false step, and I’m buried.
I may have lost some hope,
but within this harried dread, I...
but I shouldn’t. God knows I don’t belong
among this withering breed.
The Lord knows—every day is a test.
And now, the same air I breathe is killing me,
choking on the fiery catastrophe
that’s plaguing my city.
There must be something deep inside—
some wound embedded, some cause of this insanity.
So I can’t afford to be caught lacking—
must wipe the smoke and ash from my eyes,
because one false step, and I’m buried.
I may have lost some hope,
but within this harried dread, I...
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
#tragedy
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