Poems About Hurt Seeking Friendly Advice
#hurt
Poems about hurt seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
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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tree1325
tree
tree
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 3:54am
13th Jan 2025 3:54am
The Call of the Void
Aching, yearning, pulling
Fighting, claiming,
Calling
Always around, always demanding
To be known, acknowledged
Hidden in the dark. No, it is
The dark, oh, enticing danger
Personal, so close, that’s just
How things work, gotta dig the
Claws in, see the shimmering blood
To know all that can be known,
Inside and out
A possessive love, the worst
Of all, sickly sweet, nothing
That you need but everything you
Want. Draining, drowning. Nothing
And everything, all at once
The pit of...
Fighting, claiming,
Calling
Always around, always demanding
To be known, acknowledged
Hidden in the dark. No, it is
The dark, oh, enticing danger
Personal, so close, that’s just
How things work, gotta dig the
Claws in, see the shimmering blood
To know all that can be known,
Inside and out
A possessive love, the worst
Of all, sickly sweet, nothing
That you need but everything you
Want. Draining, drowning. Nothing
And everything, all at once
The pit of...
#dark
#emotions
#hurt #loneliness
#hurt #loneliness
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Shon
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 9:48pm
6th Jan 2025 9:48pm
I cant cry anymore.
I cant cry anymore.
Used to cry a lot.
Tears flowed.
Monetarily release.
Still the pain persisted.
Like a living hell.
Depression.
The doctors said.
Desperately I took the pills.
Pharmacological I concurred.
Each round of pills, different effects.
Seeing things in a diff perspective.
Round & round so many times.
Losing count, how many cycles.
Depression eased.
Unable to cry.
Other side effects as well.
Much less of me.
I found art or art found me.
An identity felt i acquired.
Someone once...
Used to cry a lot.
Tears flowed.
Monetarily release.
Still the pain persisted.
Like a living hell.
Depression.
The doctors said.
Desperately I took the pills.
Pharmacological I concurred.
Each round of pills, different effects.
Seeing things in a diff perspective.
Round & round so many times.
Losing count, how many cycles.
Depression eased.
Unable to cry.
Other side effects as well.
Much less of me.
I found art or art found me.
An identity felt i acquired.
Someone once...
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
#MovingOn
52 reads
2 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 5:07am
1st Jan 2025 5:07am
new year (same issues)
here
it is,
a brand
new year,
and
unfortunately
i carried
with me
now
the same
pain that
i had
hoped
to leave
behind
with the
old year.
it is,
a brand
new year,
and
unfortunately
i carried
with me
now
the same
pain that
i had
hoped
to leave
behind
with the
old year.
#disability
#hurt
#illness
#vulnerability
#weakness
90 reads
4 Comments
scalesofascorpion
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 11:16pm
30th Dec 2024 11:16pm
Lust
intensity winds its thistling vines
binding limbs against an intricate pleasure
kneading a distraction to soothe the ache
chafing me raw In significant measures
binding limbs against an intricate pleasure
kneading a distraction to soothe the ache
chafing me raw In significant measures
#addiction
#hurt
#love #lust
#love #lust
102 reads
1 Comment
Lamjhnsn1
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 6:32am
30th Dec 2024 6:32am
Finality
Much Chaos!
No ethos.
Wanting asylum!
Wanting phylum.
A language, languishing, seemingly marring the meaning.
Stillness, on the edge, of a sphere spinning, dangerously careening!
Such vastness!
The fastness!....
Of on coming stresses....
Sleep interrupts the anguish, but it yet progresses.
Time never waits.
But it's the long, longing that grates.
Where is finality, dare I ask?
Or is greater the sanctions, of an undone task?
Does mercy ripple in a cerise lake's reflection?
Or has every body, been drained of...
No ethos.
Wanting asylum!
Wanting phylum.
A language, languishing, seemingly marring the meaning.
Stillness, on the edge, of a sphere spinning, dangerously careening!
Such vastness!
The fastness!....
Of on coming stresses....
Sleep interrupts the anguish, but it yet progresses.
Time never waits.
But it's the long, longing that grates.
Where is finality, dare I ask?
Or is greater the sanctions, of an undone task?
Does mercy ripple in a cerise lake's reflection?
Or has every body, been drained of...
#abuse
#despair
#FeelingTrapped
#grief
#hurt
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2 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 9:13pm
25th Dec 2024 9:13pm
Boxing Day
Every day is Christmas day for the man without a heart.
He went missing after he last feasted on her.
Yet here he is again with cutlery in hand,large bib around his neck.
He doesn't want her spillage on his body or mind.
Hungry and ready.
Pleasant and desirable.
What a conniving,cunning,heartless, selfish diner.
Every day is Christmas day for the man without a heart.
He knows before he knocks that the door will be opened.
That the one behind the door will ignore his past behaviour and forget his past destruction.
Every...
He went missing after he last feasted on her.
Yet here he is again with cutlery in hand,large bib around his neck.
He doesn't want her spillage on his body or mind.
Hungry and ready.
Pleasant and desirable.
What a conniving,cunning,heartless, selfish diner.
Every day is Christmas day for the man without a heart.
He knows before he knocks that the door will be opened.
That the one behind the door will ignore his past behaviour and forget his past destruction.
Every...
#hurt
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Poeticking81
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 5:22pm
22nd Dec 2024 5:22pm
This poem is called If I cry alone
If I cry alone,
am I like the tree
falling in the forest?
the one that
if there's no-one to hear it
then does it make a sound?
Does pain have a voice?
Or a shape,
Or a form?
And if it does,
Is it the shape
Of a tear drop?
And if a tear drops
Where does it go?
Does it still exist?
And if pain has a voice
Is it a sob,
a cry in the dark?
And if I cry alone,
Then no-one will hear it,
And if no-one hears it
...
am I like the tree
falling in the forest?
the one that
if there's no-one to hear it
then does it make a sound?
Does pain have a voice?
Or a shape,
Or a form?
And if it does,
Is it the shape
Of a tear drop?
And if a tear drops
Where does it go?
Does it still exist?
And if pain has a voice
Is it a sob,
a cry in the dark?
And if I cry alone,
Then no-one will hear it,
And if no-one hears it
...
#abuse
#emotional
#hurt
121 reads
1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 6:30pm
10th Dec 2024 6:30pm
Sore Monkey Tales!
drama of the last few days, i suffered some accidental injuries, caused mostly by my fab new Socofy shoes, ive since realised they have a much narrower heel to the boots i normally wear, plus i was tired, so wasn't the best time to wear them to a ball! the consequence of that,was i fell over twice, next day i noticed a slightly blood stained knee, a swollen hand, and the worst injury was caused when i landed on my coccyx, so moving around is very painful, but i had to go shopping for some essentials, it is bloody agony, i bruised it about 20 years ago, caused by me mentioning to a neighbour,...
#alcohol
#hurt
#LifeAsAWriter #philosophical
#LifeAsAWriter #philosophical
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 00:23am
3rd Dec 2024 00:23am
I can feel it
I can feel it...
the sun on my face
the breeze in my hair
the joy in my gut
the spring in my strut
I can feel it...
the dark in my veins
the shame in my soul
the wrong in my right
the cry in the night
I don't know how to stop
I don't know how to feel it all
I want to shut my eyes
Let the cloak of numbness fall
To feel the love
is to know the hurt
.
the sun on my face
the breeze in my hair
the joy in my gut
the spring in my strut
I can feel it...
the dark in my veins
the shame in my soul
the wrong in my right
the cry in the night
I don't know how to stop
I don't know how to feel it all
I want to shut my eyes
Let the cloak of numbness fall
To feel the love
is to know the hurt
.
#anxiety
#emotions
#hurt #love
#hurt #love
137 reads
19 Comments
TrueLover
Meganne
Meganne
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 7:15am
2nd Dec 2024 7:15am
Current of apologize.
"I'm sorry"
falls from your lips like a waterfall,
crashing over me and filling up my lungs.
So many things rushing through me all at once.
I can't breathe.
I can't speak.
This anger makes me feel weak.
You make promises that you just can't keep.
I feel alone because you only give the bare minimum to me.
Helpless as pieces of my heart break away like rocks.
I've been loving you,
but at what cost?
falls from your lips like a waterfall,
crashing over me and filling up my lungs.
So many things rushing through me all at once.
I can't breathe.
I can't speak.
This anger makes me feel weak.
You make promises that you just can't keep.
I feel alone because you only give the bare minimum to me.
Helpless as pieces of my heart break away like rocks.
I've been loving you,
but at what cost?
#betrayal
#deception
#hurt
113 reads
2 Comments
tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 2:35am
26th Nov 2024 2:35am
Slow Burn
Burning holes
In every photo
And sweater that still smells like you
Leaving behind only ashes and the smell of cigarettes on my finger tips
That pick at my cracked lips
As I watch them ignite the final glimpse of you
Ocean eyes reflecting orange flames
Gripping every last page that wrote the years entangled in memories and growth
And always ended between unwashed sheets
That still smelled like her
A feeling so familiar, yet so far away
With arms around you
Skin to skin
But seeming oceans away
Where I was left...
In every photo
And sweater that still smells like you
Leaving behind only ashes and the smell of cigarettes on my finger tips
That pick at my cracked lips
As I watch them ignite the final glimpse of you
Ocean eyes reflecting orange flames
Gripping every last page that wrote the years entangled in memories and growth
And always ended between unwashed sheets
That still smelled like her
A feeling so familiar, yet so far away
With arms around you
Skin to skin
But seeming oceans away
Where I was left...
#emotional
#grief
#hurt
#love
#prose
78 reads
2 Comments
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