Poems About Hurt Seeking Honest Critique
#hurt
Poems about hurt seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Bouquet for a Hurting Friend
Daisy
Do you remember last June –
days spent in green-dappled heat,
dancing in the golden light,
dipping our heads in the breeze
discovering the dainty
discretions we hold so close?
Darling, I will never tell.
Lily (of the Valley)
Let me touch your gentle white.
Lament the loss of past lives –
loving new growth between hurts,
living in the in-between
like proud, yet demure ladies
lusting for life, taking it.
Love, your renewal is joy.
Fiddlehead (Fern)
Forget all that is...
Do you remember last June –
days spent in green-dappled heat,
dancing in the golden light,
dipping our heads in the breeze
discovering the dainty
discretions we hold so close?
Darling, I will never tell.
Lily (of the Valley)
Let me touch your gentle white.
Lament the loss of past lives –
loving new growth between hurts,
living in the in-between
like proud, yet demure ladies
lusting for life, taking it.
Love, your renewal is joy.
Fiddlehead (Fern)
Forget all that is...
#flowers
#hurt
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Loved
Who knew I don't know
Was such a sweet song
Cause I don't have to die
for me to be gone
And who knew all I've done
Would be all I did
Cause I don't have to burn
While my candle is lit
Who would guess all I wrote
Was everything I said
Cause I don't have to break
From the ache in my head
Who could see all this dirt
On my face when I rub
Cause all the things I hurt
Were all the things that I’ve loved
Was such a sweet song
Cause I don't have to die
for me to be gone
And who knew all I've done
Would be all I did
Cause I don't have to burn
While my candle is lit
Who would guess all I wrote
Was everything I said
Cause I don't have to break
From the ache in my head
Who could see all this dirt
On my face when I rub
Cause all the things I hurt
Were all the things that I’ve loved
#love
#SelfReflection
#hurt
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Penny takes control
#strength
#dark
#BDSM
#vampires
#hurt
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The Tortoise
Years turn to decades,
Thirteen to be exact.
Scars enclose my carcass,
Almost hollow.
The pale touch of the leaves,
The pain.
Sensitivity pings my nerves,
I just want to rest.
One step forward and another staggered,
It's almost the end for the tortoise.
Thirteen to be exact.
Scars enclose my carcass,
Almost hollow.
The pale touch of the leaves,
The pain.
Sensitivity pings my nerves,
I just want to rest.
One step forward and another staggered,
It's almost the end for the tortoise.
#hope
#death
#gratitude #hurt
#gratitude #hurt
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Life sadness
Sometimes I feel like I am just a lost boy
in a fucked-up world.
My mind is so cluttered,
I'm an over thinker,
I guess you would blame it on
posttraumatic stress disorder.
Under the assumption that
she just wanted attention,
you decided to ignore her.
You failed to realize that somebody,
somewhere would fucking adore her
in a fucked-up world.
My mind is so cluttered,
I'm an over thinker,
I guess you would blame it on
posttraumatic stress disorder.
Under the assumption that
she just wanted attention,
you decided to ignore her.
You failed to realize that somebody,
somewhere would fucking adore her
#sadness
#dark
#hurt
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Dark Eyes
Effortless words and actions
Never cease to provoke a reaction
Both physically and emotionally
It’s brought to the brink my fragile sanity.
Yet here I am the same masochist
Giving into the same temptation rather than resist
The urge to continue this doomed chase
Will I ever fall back into grace?
I’m addicted to you like a drug
I can’t ever seem to have enough
I’ve been taken by those dark eyes
That pierce into my soul and consume my light.
Never cease to provoke a reaction
Both physically and emotionally
It’s brought to the brink my fragile sanity.
Yet here I am the same masochist
Giving into the same temptation rather than resist
The urge to continue this doomed chase
Will I ever fall back into grace?
I’m addicted to you like a drug
I can’t ever seem to have enough
I’ve been taken by those dark eyes
That pierce into my soul and consume my light.
#dark
#rhyming
#confusion #hurt
#confusion #hurt
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head ache, concert hall
the tones that would normally wash over and clean,
cannot cleanse,
the toxins that are with me today,
every operatic reach and musical swell,
sends sharp pains into my head.
I still can enjoy the music
cannot cleanse,
the toxins that are with me today,
every operatic reach and musical swell,
sends sharp pains into my head.
I still can enjoy the music
#music
#hurt
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Untitled
I don't see the point in pouring my heart out, sooner lay cement on a bed of sodden sand, more stable a foundation would it create than anything we've ever made. Id rather lay for days in the dark, with greater a chance that the impossible might occur and beneath me would dry.
I'd put my money on me dying than you ever not denying what you did. Float from my body but still I bare witness and cannot forgive the trespasses, penetrating my soul, to drag it up with callous claws, opening holes half buried, suck me into the underbelly and spit me out at the end.
I cannot...
I'd put my money on me dying than you ever not denying what you did. Float from my body but still I bare witness and cannot forgive the trespasses, penetrating my soul, to drag it up with callous claws, opening holes half buried, suck me into the underbelly and spit me out at the end.
I cannot...
#love
#hurt
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Heart Break Is...
When a happy heart keeps brewing love as a drink to share...
Then realizes there is no longer anyone sipping from the cup
Then realizes there is no longer anyone sipping from the cup
#heartbroken
#breakup
#hurt
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Rain
The rain
comes down
Like pellets
As blue as
The pain in
My heart
I am nothing
If not
Your prisoner
Longing to be
Set free
comes down
Like pellets
As blue as
The pain in
My heart
I am nothing
If not
Your prisoner
Longing to be
Set free
#anxiety
#hurt
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25 Comments
Plan for the future - part two
#lust
#BDSM
#vampires
#hurt
#Romanticism
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6 Comments
I Thought I Knew Her So Well
Brody finds himself
becoming a broken
man after finding his
wife Sarah naked in
bed and with their
next door neighbor
Wilma on top of her.
becoming a broken
man after finding his
wife Sarah naked in
bed and with their
next door neighbor
Wilma on top of her.
#lesbian
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#sensual
#hurt
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DU Poetry : Poems About Hurt Seeking Honest Critique