Poems About Hurt Seeking Friendly Advice
#hurt
Poems about hurt seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Am I the equivalent of elevator music?
You wrap me up in empty promises
I want to want you
I want to want you
but you always leave me waiting
for the bass drop that never comes
and this melody is getting old
You pin me down
without pinning me down
and am I so desperate for love
I would accept less than the minimum
just so I can tell myself I'm wanted?
You look at me
like I'm everything
but your words betray you
your absence of touch speaks so loud
and I'm reminded of how it feels
to be unloveable
Am I so unloveable...
I want to want you
I want to want you
but you always leave me waiting
for the bass drop that never comes
and this melody is getting old
You pin me down
without pinning me down
and am I so desperate for love
I would accept less than the minimum
just so I can tell myself I'm wanted?
You look at me
like I'm everything
but your words betray you
your absence of touch speaks so loud
and I'm reminded of how it feels
to be unloveable
Am I so unloveable...
#hurt
#loneliness
#love
#lover
#rejection
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Cinnamon
You forgot to call me beautiful, again
It’s a slow burn
But what’s new
So absorbed in her, you forgot to notice me
In the dress I bought for you, again
That should be lying on the floor
Begging for anything, just more
A touch of affection
Not a rise of reduction
Maybe direction
Only destruction
Taking everything from my soul
Give me never enough just to let me be whole
Maybe just enough to stick around
Excuses wilting all the roses
That I found
That lie in the sink and I pick apart
When I...
It’s a slow burn
But what’s new
So absorbed in her, you forgot to notice me
In the dress I bought for you, again
That should be lying on the floor
Begging for anything, just more
A touch of affection
Not a rise of reduction
Maybe direction
Only destruction
Taking everything from my soul
Give me never enough just to let me be whole
Maybe just enough to stick around
Excuses wilting all the roses
That I found
That lie in the sink and I pick apart
When I...
#emotions
#heartbroken
#hurt
#relationships
#sadness
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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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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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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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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
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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
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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
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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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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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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
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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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DU Poetry : Poems About Hurt Seeking Friendly Advice