Popular Poems About Hurt
#hurt
Popular poems about hurt. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 00:23am
3rd Dec 2024 00:23am
I can feel it
I can feel it...
the sun on my face
the breeze in my hair
the joy in my gut
the spring in my strut
I can feel it...
the dark in my veins
the shame in my soul
the wrong in my right
the cry in the night
I don't know how to stop
I don't know how to feel it all
I want to shut my eyes
Let the cloak of numbness fall
To feel the love
is to know the hurt
.
the sun on my face
the breeze in my hair
the joy in my gut
the spring in my strut
I can feel it...
the dark in my veins
the shame in my soul
the wrong in my right
the cry in the night
I don't know how to stop
I don't know how to feel it all
I want to shut my eyes
Let the cloak of numbness fall
To feel the love
is to know the hurt
.
#anxiety
#emotions
#hurt #love
#hurt #love
102 reads
19 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 7:17am
26th Nov 2024 7:17am
My Back
even at my worst
you have always had my back
eye thank you dearly
you have always had my back
eye thank you dearly
#gratitude
#hurt
#love
#redemption
#historical
158 reads
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 10:30am
10th Dec 2024 10:30am
Abandoned Liberty
Persistent
With her cold feet forced
Her bland eyes stare
You and I won’t comprehend
Her soul bound by custom
Despotism her pain
Demeanor, dull and dreary
Disown their desolate ways
Forsaken by their faith
Traditions and tyranny
Beliefs, brutality
Mutilation and misery
Suppressed by their sect
Heartbreak and hardships
Subject to suffer
Accused and abused
She’s dressed up but covered
With nowhere to go
Her eyes tell a story
You’ll never know
Her hurt caused by creed ...
With her cold feet forced
Her bland eyes stare
You and I won’t comprehend
Her soul bound by custom
Despotism her pain
Demeanor, dull and dreary
Disown their desolate ways
Forsaken by their faith
Traditions and tyranny
Beliefs, brutality
Mutilation and misery
Suppressed by their sect
Heartbreak and hardships
Subject to suffer
Accused and abused
She’s dressed up but covered
With nowhere to go
Her eyes tell a story
You’ll never know
Her hurt caused by creed ...
#freedom
#hurt
#lies
#LifeStruggles
#respect
70 reads
8 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:45am
Yesterday 00:45am
Sex is many things.
#hurt
#PTSD
#sex
43 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 12:53pm
24th Nov 2024 12:53pm
Simply Stated
She broke her soul on his feelings
Simple
Breaks like glass
Cuts like love
Simple
Breaks like glass
Cuts like love
#hurt
#love
#minimalist #rejection
#minimalist #rejection
75 reads
7 Comments
Particles_Of_HerII
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 7:13am
14th Nov 2024 7:13am
Untitl'd, there's no poetry for this
Had told them “keep your paper gods”,
Ive my own ..
whom exfoliates the illusions away
you were the one thing that remain'd constant
in my life .. until you didn't
the moon went fr’m being majestique
to splinter’d then morph’d into symptoms
of something perverted:
all the tale-tell signs of that I'd given away
the Gift of Trust
.. that I lov’d a little too deeply
…simply invest’d a little too much, of myself..
...
Ive my own ..
whom exfoliates the illusions away
you were the one thing that remain'd constant
in my life .. until you didn't
the moon went fr’m being majestique
to splinter’d then morph’d into symptoms
of something perverted:
all the tale-tell signs of that I'd given away
the Gift of Trust
.. that I lov’d a little too deeply
…simply invest’d a little too much, of myself..
...
#LifeChangingMoment
#love
#hurt #rejection
#hurt #rejection
215 reads
Lilliputian
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 10:54pm
17th Nov 2024 10:54pm
Skin Me Bare
Ghosts have been tearing me apart,
With a tape sealing my lips,
I’m worn out.
So skin me bare like a lamb.
I need it gone—
This decaying flesh.
Mold spread over my whole,
Bones have become putrid,
Blood spoiled and my soul withered.
So skin me bare from this anguish,
Strip me of it with tender hands.
Light me up, let my blood dry,
Watch my bones turn into ashes,
For my soul to climb out of it all.
Keep me inside a cremation urn,
Safe and untouched. ...
With a tape sealing my lips,
I’m worn out.
So skin me bare like a lamb.
I need it gone—
This decaying flesh.
Mold spread over my whole,
Bones have become putrid,
Blood spoiled and my soul withered.
So skin me bare from this anguish,
Strip me of it with tender hands.
Light me up, let my blood dry,
Watch my bones turn into ashes,
For my soul to climb out of it all.
Keep me inside a cremation urn,
Safe and untouched. ...
#despair
#hurt
82 reads
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