Long Poems About Hurt
#hurt
Long poems about hurt. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
28th Oct 2021 10:01pm
28th Oct 2021 10:01pm
un[speak]able
dust
swirls,
their specks
reflectively float
glistening amidst
morning sunshine
just like that day
before
these hands
joint-ached
wrists and knees, too
signs of an inevitable
and supposedly
of fall
fastly approaching
(or was it rain?)
when certain aches
warn
with their predictions
steeped...
swirls,
their specks
reflectively float
glistening amidst
morning sunshine
just like that day
before
these hands
joint-ached
wrists and knees, too
signs of an inevitable
and supposedly
of fall
fastly approaching
(or was it rain?)
when certain aches
warn
with their predictions
steeped...
#regret
#grief
#suicide
#TruthOfLife
#hurt
987 reads
30 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
17th Sep 2021 3:06am
17th Sep 2021 3:06am
Dirty Love
#sex
#dirty
#hurt
593 reads
4 Comments
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
15th Sep 2021 5:20pm
15th Sep 2021 5:20pm
Epilogue.......I Love You
My mind won't change
and my heart will never lie........
…....I Love You
my friend
so many times
I feel relegated
to that zone of obsolescence,
wondering of the ambiguity
of this word, "friend"
leaving me
crying inside
once again
as I wonder if
you can or you don't
if you will or you...
and my heart will never lie........
…....I Love You
my friend
so many times
I feel relegated
to that zone of obsolescence,
wondering of the ambiguity
of this word, "friend"
leaving me
crying inside
once again
as I wonder if
you can or you don't
if you will or you...
#love
#dreams
#sensual #hurt
#sensual #hurt
511 reads
5 Comments
Intepta
Poem Published
20th Aug 2021 11:25pm
20th Aug 2021 11:25pm
you, me, your wife and her boyfriend
I took you back to the station
hugged you long and tight
kissed your neck again as the train approached
and wished you a lovely vacation with your wife
I went back home alone and was hurting
I wish I could say I didn't
I love your neck
Do you remember me smelling it in the park when we first met?
You held me
and you told me to talk to you if it starts to hurt
if it's not okay anymore
I said this will be hard and you said that you know
I am afraid that I will lose you as a consequence
because it could be the...
hugged you long and tight
kissed your neck again as the train approached
and wished you a lovely vacation with your wife
I went back home alone and was hurting
I wish I could say I didn't
I love your neck
Do you remember me smelling it in the park when we first met?
You held me
and you told me to talk to you if it starts to hurt
if it's not okay anymore
I said this will be hard and you said that you know
I am afraid that I will lose you as a consequence
because it could be the...
#love
#lover
#FallingInLove
#polyamory
#hurt
859 reads
7 Comments
RagingFlames
Poem Published
6th Aug 2021 8:58am
6th Aug 2021 8:58am
You completely destroy me-HKFiftyone
You completely destroy me
You destroyed me like I never knew you could
I'm not over you and I never will be
The thing about love is that simple things like her lips
And her eyes break my heart
They're not mine and I don't know who's they'll be
Her hair is therapy to my cold and brittle heart
I used to find safety in her smile
I used to feel warmth in the look on her face
I've been left an empty shell, to wither and fade away
I used to think of all the things that we'd be
Now I only think of all the things that we never really...
You destroyed me like I never knew you could
I'm not over you and I never will be
The thing about love is that simple things like her lips
And her eyes break my heart
They're not mine and I don't know who's they'll be
Her hair is therapy to my cold and brittle heart
I used to find safety in her smile
I used to feel warmth in the look on her face
I've been left an empty shell, to wither and fade away
I used to think of all the things that we'd be
Now I only think of all the things that we never really...
#love
#heartbroken
#breakup #hurt
#breakup #hurt
329 reads
0 Comments
DreamIllusions
Poem Published
29th Jul 2021 2:31am
29th Jul 2021 2:31am
The Boneyard
We lay mangled
By some unseen hand
Well, I saw it
I don’t know if you did
Did you see your lion?
I turn my head
I can’t make eye contact
You walk away
Always stronger than I
No one can see what we carry
No one can see what we hold
It is as dark as the darkest night
I know, cliché right?
But really…
Some dark nights offer respite
When the lions don’t come
But some dark nights just let them come
Who’s really in charge?
I can’t raise my arms
I can’t move my legs
So, I surely cannot walk away ...
By some unseen hand
Well, I saw it
I don’t know if you did
Did you see your lion?
I turn my head
I can’t make eye contact
You walk away
Always stronger than I
No one can see what we carry
No one can see what we hold
It is as dark as the darkest night
I know, cliché right?
But really…
Some dark nights offer respite
When the lions don’t come
But some dark nights just let them come
Who’s really in charge?
I can’t raise my arms
I can’t move my legs
So, I surely cannot walk away ...
#secrets
#abuse
#despair
#FeelingLost
#hurt
392 reads
5 Comments
youngpoetdreams
Poem Published
12th Jul 2021 4:57am
12th Jul 2021 4:57am
Lies
Your lies fall onto deaf ears tonight
False sense of security “are you alright”
“Not quite, but it’s fine”
my pain is such a sight but it’s mine
but might be too much for you
what the hell is a man left to do
because if I let my pride drop I’m a failure too
How am I supposed to be the one to better you
if I can never get better too
That’s why we feed on each other,
every mumble and stutter
trying desperately to crawl out of the gutter
You are my addiction
the reason I cannot dissect real from...
False sense of security “are you alright”
“Not quite, but it’s fine”
my pain is such a sight but it’s mine
but might be too much for you
what the hell is a man left to do
because if I let my pride drop I’m a failure too
How am I supposed to be the one to better you
if I can never get better too
That’s why we feed on each other,
every mumble and stutter
trying desperately to crawl out of the gutter
You are my addiction
the reason I cannot dissect real from...
#sadness
#love
#loneliness
#emptiness
#hurt
304 reads
2 Comments
MsRockyJackson
Poem Published
4th Jul 2021 00:57am
4th Jul 2021 00:57am
Heartless
Broken bitch for life I never needed a man to fix me,
I ain’t the one you can tie down and I sure as hell ain’t home bound.
No love can be found in my heart.
Cold as fuck;
Can’t be loved again, can’t find love with anybody ever again.
‘Cause I’m ruthless,
I’m careless,
I’m thoughtless,
I’m heartless.
Can’t tie me down ‘cause I’m ruthless,
I’m careless,
I’m thoughtless,
I’m heartless.
Can’t change me,
Can’t tame me,
Can’t fix me,
Can’t show me there’s a better me.
‘Cause I’m ruthless,
I’m...
I ain’t the one you can tie down and I sure as hell ain’t home bound.
No love can be found in my heart.
Cold as fuck;
Can’t be loved again, can’t find love with anybody ever again.
‘Cause I’m ruthless,
I’m careless,
I’m thoughtless,
I’m heartless.
Can’t tie me down ‘cause I’m ruthless,
I’m careless,
I’m thoughtless,
I’m heartless.
Can’t change me,
Can’t tame me,
Can’t fix me,
Can’t show me there’s a better me.
‘Cause I’m ruthless,
I’m...
#heartbroken
#confessional
#SelfReflection #hurt
#SelfReflection #hurt
802 reads
4 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
10th May 2021 5:27pm
10th May 2021 5:27pm
scarTracs
Scars tell tales beyond their gasps
or moans or wounds.—cab
the oyster hugs its pearls,
scorched by harsh grains of sand;
the sand, swept by windwhirls,
annihilate the land.
sweet ebon, wear your rings
—no tree as tall and proud!—
where time has grafted strings
to pull you to your cloud.
my children etch birthmarks ...
or moans or wounds.—cab
the oyster hugs its pearls,
scorched by harsh grains of sand;
the sand, swept by windwhirls,
annihilate the land.
sweet ebon, wear your rings
—no tree as tall and proud!—
where time has grafted strings
to pull you to your cloud.
my children etch birthmarks ...
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
#hurt #SelfWorth
#hurt #SelfWorth
499 reads
2 Comments
SLYMBEKQUEEN
BLAZE-QUEEN
BLAZE-QUEEN
Poem Published
8th May 2021 11:11am
8th May 2021 11:11am
PLEASE KEEP IN MIND
#grief
#abuse
#suicide
#hurt
#fear
525 reads
13 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
7th May 2021 3:41pm
7th May 2021 3:41pm
A mother’s love never falters...
My heart shatters time & time again when I navigate my way through her sustained psychological distress, imposed upon her by a random through no fault of her own.
Childhood trauma is challenging to process, and supporting a suicidal, distressed, hormonal, unpredictable & impulsive adolescent with underlying trauma has made me think about my own existence.
There are days when I wondered if I can keep going but there’s a reason my first born was gifted to me as he keeps me balanced when I’m on the cusp of giving up.
I can’t bring myself to be so...
Childhood trauma is challenging to process, and supporting a suicidal, distressed, hormonal, unpredictable & impulsive adolescent with underlying trauma has made me think about my own existence.
There are days when I wondered if I can keep going but there’s a reason my first born was gifted to me as he keeps me balanced when I’m on the cusp of giving up.
I can’t bring myself to be so...
#grief
#children
#suicide
#healing
#hurt
800 reads
8 Comments
tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
18th Apr 2021 11:55pm
18th Apr 2021 11:55pm
Scribe
It’s 3 am and I’m finally giving in.
I’ve been staring out my window, watching the rain. Through foggy glass and worse brain.
Every drop on this beautiful fucking window pain.
Clean and pure, no detour, a new beginning- this house is pulling at my core.
I wasn’t ready for this kind of love, this kind of growth, this kind of hope.
It’s only been a week, but I’m asking you to look through my jokes and see that, friends... I’m weak.
I’m reaching out for help but I don’t know how to explain myself.
The odds aren’t in my favor, I’m tasting a dangerous...
I’ve been staring out my window, watching the rain. Through foggy glass and worse brain.
Every drop on this beautiful fucking window pain.
Clean and pure, no detour, a new beginning- this house is pulling at my core.
I wasn’t ready for this kind of love, this kind of growth, this kind of hope.
It’s only been a week, but I’m asking you to look through my jokes and see that, friends... I’m weak.
I’m reaching out for help but I don’t know how to explain myself.
The odds aren’t in my favor, I’m tasting a dangerous...
#sadness
#anxiety
#addiction
#LifeCycle
#hurt
700 reads
1 Comment
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