Least Read Poems About Hurt
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Least read poems about hurt. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
FeNyX
Poem Published
30th Dec 2020 2:48pm
30th Dec 2020 2:48pm
If Pain Dripped Like Time Ticked
With each ticking of the clock
A drop of pain drains down
Pooling around my body in flood
An island in my own lifeblood
All I can see is the clock ticking
It's echoing booming clack
Dripping drops draining fast
I feel I may no longer last
Tick Drip Tick Drip
Tick Drip Tick Drip
Tick Drip Tick Drip
The Ghosts start dancing
The bells start ringing
The heavens open
My heart starts singing ...
The parade of dead dreams shuffles past ...
All In chains and ankle irons
In regular procession...
A drop of pain drains down
Pooling around my body in flood
An island in my own lifeblood
All I can see is the clock ticking
It's echoing booming clack
Dripping drops draining fast
I feel I may no longer last
Tick Drip Tick Drip
Tick Drip Tick Drip
Tick Drip Tick Drip
The Ghosts start dancing
The bells start ringing
The heavens open
My heart starts singing ...
The parade of dead dreams shuffles past ...
All In chains and ankle irons
In regular procession...
#ghosts
#memories
#hurt
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FeNyX
Poem Published
21st Jan 2021 5:58pm
21st Jan 2021 5:58pm
Spirits Of A Material Soul
You lurk among my shadows
Watching ...
Your silence as loud as thunderous applause
Your quiet glimpses an indictment to my soul
But don't look into my heart
It reeks with necrotic flesh decaying under an unrelenting sun
Food for predators and bottom feeders alike
Charred to obsidian it will only revive with honest true love
There's always Jarvik ...
Watching ...
Your silence as loud as thunderous applause
Your quiet glimpses an indictment to my soul
But don't look into my heart
It reeks with necrotic flesh decaying under an unrelenting sun
Food for predators and bottom feeders alike
Charred to obsidian it will only revive with honest true love
There's always Jarvik ...
#hurt
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6 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
16th May 2024 12:16pm
16th May 2024 12:16pm
The Smallest Thing
Sometimes the smallest thing turns
the sky a little darker, the well
spring of self doubt overflows and
the tears come
Slowly they roll down my cheek
and I leave them be
hoping for a moment that deep feeling
stays forever
For to feel, in and of itself, speaks volumes
to the journal of my soul
writing those ethereal words upon my heart
an act of self love
Sometimes the smallest thing
can make the day a little brighter
on the darkest of nights, even the
dimmest star twinkles
the sky a little darker, the well
spring of self doubt overflows and
the tears come
Slowly they roll down my cheek
and I leave them be
hoping for a moment that deep feeling
stays forever
For to feel, in and of itself, speaks volumes
to the journal of my soul
writing those ethereal words upon my heart
an act of self love
Sometimes the smallest thing
can make the day a little brighter
on the darkest of nights, even the
dimmest star twinkles
#hope
#hurt
#PersonalGrowth
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5 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
19th Jan 2021 5:21pm
19th Jan 2021 5:21pm
My Pain
Don't you dare think this is your shame
This is MY pain ...
This is MY pain ...
#love
#relationships
#breakup #hurt
#breakup #hurt
11 reads
2 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
19th Mar 2021 8:19am
19th Mar 2021 8:19am
Renewal
When we tell ourselves it doesn't matter
When that person we overlook looks
Follows our path longingly from a distance
And we find our self hurt and alone ...
Simply because we mistook
When that person we overlook looks
Follows our path longingly from a distance
And we find our self hurt and alone ...
Simply because we mistook
#love
#misunderstood
#hurt
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
16th May 2024 6:36pm
16th May 2024 6:36pm
Once I Was…
Walking through a garden of catastrophe
fertilized by the filth of humanity
blossoms of death bloom, watered by
piss from unheard screams
Wallowing in the dirt of hurt and the
blood of trying to hard makes mud
it’s sort of a sludge that I wear like a
suit with medals of shit pinned to my chest
The stench of decay never goes away
when it’s your soul that’s eroding
every flower picked rakes thorns across
my back, patterns of woe and
sacred geometry
Eyes opened by the truth of lies
I find myself standing...
fertilized by the filth of humanity
blossoms of death bloom, watered by
piss from unheard screams
Wallowing in the dirt of hurt and the
blood of trying to hard makes mud
it’s sort of a sludge that I wear like a
suit with medals of shit pinned to my chest
The stench of decay never goes away
when it’s your soul that’s eroding
every flower picked rakes thorns across
my back, patterns of woe and
sacred geometry
Eyes opened by the truth of lies
I find myself standing...
#hurt
#war
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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2019 1:51am
3rd Dec 2019 1:51am
Her KinsMan - His Lady
Kinsman
Left alone to contemplate,
All the sacrifices that once he made,
Out of love, even out of rage,
The pain in his eyes was so vivid
I had to cry as the vibe took over,
A comfort word to say,
" I do understand"
Cannot take away the hurt that pierced his heart,
Some cultures teach you, men don’t cry,
But when they do, it’s like pureness of angels,
poured out of heaven,
It’s not weakness,
its cleansing of the soul and preparing for when the Lion has to roar,
Passion and affection is stirred when witnessing...
Left alone to contemplate,
All the sacrifices that once he made,
Out of love, even out of rage,
The pain in his eyes was so vivid
I had to cry as the vibe took over,
A comfort word to say,
" I do understand"
Cannot take away the hurt that pierced his heart,
Some cultures teach you, men don’t cry,
But when they do, it’s like pureness of angels,
poured out of heaven,
It’s not weakness,
its cleansing of the soul and preparing for when the Lion has to roar,
Passion and affection is stirred when witnessing...
#love
#power
#philosophical
#hurt
#determination
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5 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
11th Jan 2021 6:31pm
11th Jan 2021 6:31pm
Uranium
The heaviest natural element known
My heart feels heavier and emptier still
My hollows echo with your silence
The reverberations can end me killed
Vibrate me open
Gush the lifeblood
Paint my portrait
For the Coroner's book of mugs
If time ...
I'll sign your name to it
Killed by ...
From above I look like a butterfly ...
My heart feels heavier and emptier still
My hollows echo with your silence
The reverberations can end me killed
Vibrate me open
Gush the lifeblood
Paint my portrait
For the Coroner's book of mugs
If time ...
I'll sign your name to it
Killed by ...
From above I look like a butterfly ...
#love
#loneliness
#death #hurt
#death #hurt
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FeNyX
Poem Published
20th Jan 2021 7:05pm
20th Jan 2021 7:05pm
Muted
You brought the music back into my life
Then you took it away ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vjWd_7OzO84
Then you took it away ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vjWd_7OzO84
#love
#hurt
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6 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
28th Jun 2024 7:14pm
28th Jun 2024 7:14pm
Slain
I will caress you, gliding my lips
across your neck as if you were the
most delicate of porcelains, then
tip you from the shelf to watch you
shatter. broken little doll
Fear not, as I will fuck the jagged
pieces, gluing you together with
kind words and cum, and lick the
excitement from your lips
I can bed you like a blossom
or bite your ear and fuck you
up against the wall, pick your
poison, I’m just a machine,
here for your pleasure
…and pain
across your neck as if you were the
most delicate of porcelains, then
tip you from the shelf to watch you
shatter. broken little doll
Fear not, as I will fuck the jagged
pieces, gluing you together with
kind words and cum, and lick the
excitement from your lips
I can bed you like a blossom
or bite your ear and fuck you
up against the wall, pick your
poison, I’m just a machine,
here for your pleasure
…and pain
#hurt
#lust
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
10th Jul 2024 7:09pm
10th Jul 2024 7:09pm
Unafraid
The night, warmed by human
friction, fighting and fucking to the
rhythmic hum of streetlights, burnt
offerings upon this altar, my city
Beneath it all a slow metronomic
pulse, a beating heart accelerates
with the anticipation of carnality
as visions of asphyxiation orgasms
and blood permeate
There is no growth without pain,
break away from the digital diarrhea
and give yourself over, step on
the broken glass memories and let
pain make you wet
Dance with me in the fire
of your passion, I...
friction, fighting and fucking to the
rhythmic hum of streetlights, burnt
offerings upon this altar, my city
Beneath it all a slow metronomic
pulse, a beating heart accelerates
with the anticipation of carnality
as visions of asphyxiation orgasms
and blood permeate
There is no growth without pain,
break away from the digital diarrhea
and give yourself over, step on
the broken glass memories and let
pain make you wet
Dance with me in the fire
of your passion, I...
#hurt
#lust
#passion
#rebirth
#sex
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FeNyX
Poem Published
18th Jan 2021 8:56am
18th Jan 2021 8:56am
J Time?
Irony is the DNA my existence seems to be built on
The thing that has been going 'round my head since
It rolled off your sweet pouty lips is
"We will have our time"
Pre-flatline , of course ...
Of course you'll never see this so to the aether I send it ... adding a bit more and not just love, but faith in you after last week ... You should get it in Grey ...
Yes, Mcdreamy (Season 3) ... But I also would have been your Denny ... Like Izzy I didn't wanna believe it until too late ... but Flatlined ... ...
The thing that has been going 'round my head since
It rolled off your sweet pouty lips is
"We will have our time"
Pre-flatline , of course ...
Of course you'll never see this so to the aether I send it ... adding a bit more and not just love, but faith in you after last week ... You should get it in Grey ...
Yes, Mcdreamy (Season 3) ... But I also would have been your Denny ... Like Izzy I didn't wanna believe it until too late ... but Flatlined ... ...
#love
#heartbroken
#hurt
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