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.
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ANATOMY OF{ MY} LOVE
If It Hurt And Doesn't Bleed,
It Isn't love.
If It Bleeds But Doesn't Heal,
It Never Was; Love.
Love Hurt, And Hurts,
Love Bleed, And Bleeds,
Love Always, Always:
Love Heal = Heals.
It Isn't love.
If It Bleeds But Doesn't Heal,
It Never Was; Love.
Love Hurt, And Hurts,
Love Bleed, And Bleeds,
Love Always, Always:
Love Heal = Heals.
#love
#heartbroken
#breakup
#disappointment
#hurt
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f**kdom
I sacrifice myself on the cross of unforgiveness
I will always hurt for you
feelings were set into motion
call it fate if you want to
but your energies crossed paths with mine
you touched my sacred hollows with Fuckdom
brought me to my knees and I bled for you
purifying the desires I greet your ego
your attitude,
stoic, fuck women
I don't need um
allowing you to see what you wanted of my vulnerability
you raped my madness with your alter ego's desire
I cry out and you growled
hold on baby there's so much...
I will always hurt for you
feelings were set into motion
call it fate if you want to
but your energies crossed paths with mine
you touched my sacred hollows with Fuckdom
brought me to my knees and I bled for you
purifying the desires I greet your ego
your attitude,
stoic, fuck women
I don't need um
allowing you to see what you wanted of my vulnerability
you raped my madness with your alter ego's desire
I cry out and you growled
hold on baby there's so much...
#love
#lust
#hurt
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Inner Turmoil
closely you watch, never too far off in the dark
silently with intent, you burn
within my sacred solemn I am hurting
dank days full of mischief speak things into being
sultry sin void of thought intrudes
spikes the guilt
chaste vision spits rebuke
inner turmoil sullies the thought
I must climb to ascend
out of the dungeon of despair you have me in
singling me out as your object of scorn
I pick up your energies
and needful ways
dire in its greed your feelings hunt
I am gentle of desire ...
silently with intent, you burn
within my sacred solemn I am hurting
dank days full of mischief speak things into being
sultry sin void of thought intrudes
spikes the guilt
chaste vision spits rebuke
inner turmoil sullies the thought
I must climb to ascend
out of the dungeon of despair you have me in
singling me out as your object of scorn
I pick up your energies
and needful ways
dire in its greed your feelings hunt
I am gentle of desire ...
#sadness
#love
#hurt
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less is more
metaphors for pain are lies of ommission
confessionals wrapped in proverbs
things I tell myself to feel whole
uttered as prayers to the one above
sometimes I hate you
tumbles from my lips
when love reflected back to me
is broken fractures
refracted darkness of the soul
shining at me in a glaring fashion
so brightly I can't look away
I must look within
to the bitter truths
the honesties of love
the secrets of flesh
repressed desires
keening in despair
...
confessionals wrapped in proverbs
things I tell myself to feel whole
uttered as prayers to the one above
sometimes I hate you
tumbles from my lips
when love reflected back to me
is broken fractures
refracted darkness of the soul
shining at me in a glaring fashion
so brightly I can't look away
I must look within
to the bitter truths
the honesties of love
the secrets of flesh
repressed desires
keening in despair
...
#love
#hurt
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Bellyfull
Bellyfull
My heart lives in my belly now.
From under my ribs, it moved somehow.
Hurt so bad, believed it broke.
Eyes so sad, tears that choke.
But,...it now appears to be.
Safely tucked in the middle of me.
Severed the vein, wrapped in gold.
Begging to end, the have and to hold.
Barely beating, .....alive despite.
Scars emerge, left from his knife.
Deadly marriage, built a callous.
Protects the beat, from hands of malice.
Ashamed I didn't understand. ...
My heart lives in my belly now.
From under my ribs, it moved somehow.
Hurt so bad, believed it broke.
Eyes so sad, tears that choke.
But,...it now appears to be.
Safely tucked in the middle of me.
Severed the vein, wrapped in gold.
Begging to end, the have and to hold.
Barely beating, .....alive despite.
Scars emerge, left from his knife.
Deadly marriage, built a callous.
Protects the beat, from hands of malice.
Ashamed I didn't understand. ...
#secrets
#abuse
#ignorance #hurt
#ignorance #hurt
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Poem Titles I Didn't Write You
Oh Well
It Wasn't Ment to Be
Mistaken
It Stinks
My Head Aches
You Smell
I Wish I Had Known
If Only
You are Killing Both of Us
Your Existence Rests Caressed in Your Fingertips
Nothing Matters Anymore
I Cared When I Thought I Loved You
The Darkness You Can't See
The Fog of Death Robs Your Oxygen
I Was a Fool
Fantasies of You and Me Gave Me False Hope
Fake Fucks and Simulated Orgasms
Dawn's Reality
When the Smoke Cleared the Mirror Broke
Leave Well Enough Alone
In Your Next Life, Look Me Up
It Wasn't Ment to Be
Mistaken
It Stinks
My Head Aches
You Smell
I Wish I Had Known
If Only
You are Killing Both of Us
Your Existence Rests Caressed in Your Fingertips
Nothing Matters Anymore
I Cared When I Thought I Loved You
The Darkness You Can't See
The Fog of Death Robs Your Oxygen
I Was a Fool
Fantasies of You and Me Gave Me False Hope
Fake Fucks and Simulated Orgasms
Dawn's Reality
When the Smoke Cleared the Mirror Broke
Leave Well Enough Alone
In Your Next Life, Look Me Up
#heartbroken
#FeelingLost
#hurt
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love songs
I’ve often thought
that people with bruised faces
and battered hearts
in the contours of which
you find experience
write the best love songs
the blandest hue of LA pop
is fine when you’re fifteen
and privileged
and view love only as
the trading of sweet nouns
but broken teeth and fag embers
tell stories deeper than the beds
of seas across which vipers roam
that people with bruised faces
and battered hearts
in the contours of which
you find experience
write the best love songs
the blandest hue of LA pop
is fine when you’re fifteen
and privileged
and view love only as
the trading of sweet nouns
but broken teeth and fag embers
tell stories deeper than the beds
of seas across which vipers roam
#love
#LifeStruggles
#music #hurt
#music #hurt
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MINE

#secrets
#abuse
#bullying
#despair
#hurt
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self poem
one doesn't get what one wants more times than not, if at all(depending on said thing); it does hurt like a sharp object to the soul, but one has no choice but to be "content" with that and to appreciate what is....
the truth about me is that despite whatever "good" traits i do have, i will always be "introvert" at heart and a "runner" overall....
those are truths that i can accept about myself....
the truth about me is that despite whatever "good" traits i do have, i will always be "introvert" at heart and a "runner" overall....
those are truths that i can accept about myself....
#honesty
#SelfReflection
#escape #hurt
#escape #hurt
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Pain is an old friend you invite for tea
Doing the right thing is known to hurt.
It's demonstrated in shows, movies, even books.
Nothing quite replicates it.
This pain is not something that can be read or seen.
The many nights awake, shaking with tears.
Mornings with heavy eyes and a shaken frame.
It may have been right.
But it still hurts.
It hurts and hurts and nothing can change that.
It's just there.
You can make deals with your pain, you can even beg it for forgiveness.
It will laugh, and hold you tighter.
The past...
It's demonstrated in shows, movies, even books.
Nothing quite replicates it.
This pain is not something that can be read or seen.
The many nights awake, shaking with tears.
Mornings with heavy eyes and a shaken frame.
It may have been right.
But it still hurts.
It hurts and hurts and nothing can change that.
It's just there.
You can make deals with your pain, you can even beg it for forgiveness.
It will laugh, and hold you tighter.
The past...
#love
#heartbroken
#breakup
#suffering
#hurt
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Succubus

#depression
#betrayal
#illness #hurt
#illness #hurt
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If Only Men Should Cry
In the heart of Heaven's Bean Pot, where the forest breathes,
With looming things and scented blooms, a sanctuary we'd weave.
I took her hand, led her through the thick embrace,
But in the shadows of my love, a bittersweet truth would surface.
Her laughter danced amidst the leaves, a melody so divine,
Yet in her eyes, a distant gaze, another love entwined.
She pretended, oh so well, to be in the moment with me,
But her heart whispered another's name, a love not meant to be.
The air was thick with promises, the fragrance of our dreams, ...
With looming things and scented blooms, a sanctuary we'd weave.
I took her hand, led her through the thick embrace,
But in the shadows of my love, a bittersweet truth would surface.
Her laughter danced amidst the leaves, a melody so divine,
Yet in her eyes, a distant gaze, another love entwined.
She pretended, oh so well, to be in the moment with me,
But her heart whispered another's name, a love not meant to be.
The air was thick with promises, the fragrance of our dreams, ...
#love
#heartbroken
#breakup
#betrayal
#hurt
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