Poems About Hurt Seeking Honest Critique
#hurt
Poems about hurt seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
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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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
183 reads
3 Comments
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
105 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 12:22pm
9th Jan 2025 12:22pm
Grief Stricken
Nothing left to be said
Words no longer have meaning
They have outran their purpose
There will be nothing left but silence
A silence that shall remain forever
No feelings left whatsoever
I will drown in my chosen solitude
Courtesy of my simplistic existence
Light no longer exists in my world
Darkness is all I now live for
Unknown path, am I heading towards something?
Or will I forever drift into an eternity of nothing?
Words no longer have meaning
They have outran their purpose
There will be nothing left but silence
A silence that shall remain forever
No feelings left whatsoever
I will drown in my chosen solitude
Courtesy of my simplistic existence
Light no longer exists in my world
Darkness is all I now live for
Unknown path, am I heading towards something?
Or will I forever drift into an eternity of nothing?
#dark
#grief
#hurt
#sadness
#spiritual
97 reads
11 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 10:14am
8th Jan 2025 10:14am
The Assist
Hurt creates anger
Anger triggers oppressed thoughts
Lend someone a hand
Anger triggers oppressed thoughts
Lend someone a hand
#friendship
#hurt
#oppression
#senryu
#support
86 reads
13 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 1:19am
5th Jan 2025 1:19am
FiNd OuR WaY
*instrumental solo Acoustic**
It must be your eyes, pulling me in
It feels so surreal, like I'm caught again
And I won't deny, I've crossed the line
But it’s not the place, it's not the time
for peace of mind, for peace of mind
Everything’s so loud, then fades away
Now you're close, but you won’t stay
I don’t want this, remember that
I’ll hold the scars, where you left that
I don't want this , remember that
Remember that
Remember that
Don’t let the light fade out
Crimson tides, they crash and shout ...
It must be your eyes, pulling me in
It feels so surreal, like I'm caught again
And I won't deny, I've crossed the line
But it’s not the place, it's not the time
for peace of mind, for peace of mind
Everything’s so loud, then fades away
Now you're close, but you won’t stay
I don’t want this, remember that
I’ll hold the scars, where you left that
I don't want this , remember that
Remember that
Remember that
Don’t let the light fade out
Crimson tides, they crash and shout ...
#hope
#hurt
#love
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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 6:49pm
4th Jan 2025 6:49pm
He worked hard for his money...
The fatigue shows in his eyes...
He worked 16 straight hours...again.
He loves her and provides for her.
She is his everything!
His breathing is labored at times.
He thinks he is coming down with a cold.
He can't miss work. Too many bills!
He can't afford to miss work!
The job is strenuous. He is not young.
He runs a temp. Again, the probable cold!
He is sweating and needs a cool drink.
There wasn't much time today to hydrate.
His body hurts. Overwork or age?
He swallows another handful of asprin.
Aspirin...
He worked 16 straight hours...again.
He loves her and provides for her.
She is his everything!
His breathing is labored at times.
He thinks he is coming down with a cold.
He can't miss work. Too many bills!
He can't afford to miss work!
The job is strenuous. He is not young.
He runs a temp. Again, the probable cold!
He is sweating and needs a cool drink.
There wasn't much time today to hydrate.
His body hurts. Overwork or age?
He swallows another handful of asprin.
Aspirin...
#hurt
#illness
#LifeStruggles
59 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 11:49am
3rd Jan 2025 11:49am
3:15 AM
You're alive but in this room you're a ghost
The last few nights you have come to haunt me
It's 3:15 am
The room is getting smaller
I think about what they did to you
I tried to make you see that I was different
Maybe you saw something I didn't see
Perhaps you saw them in my eyes
I'll never see you again
It's never been the same
I feel like I have failed
So old & final
This night breaks Father Time's nose
The last few nights you have come to haunt me
It's 3:15 am
The room is getting smaller
I think about what they did to you
I tried to make you see that I was different
Maybe you saw something I didn't see
Perhaps you saw them in my eyes
I'll never see you again
It's never been the same
I feel like I have failed
So old & final
This night breaks Father Time's nose
#hurt
#memories
#relationships #sleep
#relationships #sleep
94 reads
14 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 3:00am
3rd Jan 2025 3:00am
Vision_of_insanity's ass whooping!
#hurt
#lust
#scary
93 reads
4 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 6:40am
31st Dec 2024 6:40am
Inward facing tear
The exterior surface presents itself
Well weathered time carved surface
This facade? Thin veneered mask
How I ought to feel
Indeed the oak tree presents itself, tall strong
So to the weeping willow such a contrasted name
Well weathered time carved surface
This facade? Thin veneered mask
How I ought to feel
Indeed the oak tree presents itself, tall strong
So to the weeping willow such a contrasted name
#hurt
#sadness
49 reads
1 Comment
not_accounted_for
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 6:06am
30th Dec 2024 6:06am
Clearly
You clearly don't hold me
In an opinion as high as I to you.
You clearly don't care about me
As much as I do.
Then why is it so hard to accept
And push through?
All you know
Is the surface.
No one pretends
And everything is perfect.
I'm starting to realize
What you did was not okay.
It cut it deep, it can't be fixed
No matter what you say.
I still care immensely
And I know you don't
I hold you so high,
The sky broke.
And everything came crashing down
Throughout the...
In an opinion as high as I to you.
You clearly don't care about me
As much as I do.
Then why is it so hard to accept
And push through?
All you know
Is the surface.
No one pretends
And everything is perfect.
I'm starting to realize
What you did was not okay.
It cut it deep, it can't be fixed
No matter what you say.
I still care immensely
And I know you don't
I hold you so high,
The sky broke.
And everything came crashing down
Throughout the...
#acceptance
#anger
#hurt
#love
#MovingOn
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 10:51am
28th Dec 2024 10:51am
Gingerbread Man
I don't need whipped cream or frosting to make me sweet.
Neither on my cookies.
Or to make my life sweet.
It's too much sugar for me.
A prince charming just isn't the one I need.
I want a gingerbread man,the one I'll feed.
A gingerbread man,one with frosting.
Candy buttons and chocolate eyes.
A gingerbread man,one full of color.
Make me fly higher,fall harder.
Depends on how you bake him in the oven,and a slice of cake.
A gingerbread man,one that someday will be a father.
A gingerbread man to play...
Neither on my cookies.
Or to make my life sweet.
It's too much sugar for me.
A prince charming just isn't the one I need.
I want a gingerbread man,the one I'll feed.
A gingerbread man,one with frosting.
Candy buttons and chocolate eyes.
A gingerbread man,one full of color.
Make me fly higher,fall harder.
Depends on how you bake him in the oven,and a slice of cake.
A gingerbread man,one that someday will be a father.
A gingerbread man to play...
#hurt
#loneliness
#love #sadness
#love #sadness
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