Poems about Suffering
#suffering
Poems about suffering, physical or mental pain. Emotional poems about personal suffering, or those who are suffering in society.
Songbird83
Steven W.
Steven W.
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2025 3:24am
22nd Mar 2025 3:24am
Look what you've done
Everyday that passes by
I feel the pain burn up my life
and no matter how hard I try
it will never heal with time
But everything will come and go
and there will be nothing to show
what all I have been through
and it’s all because of you
-Look what you’ve done to me now
See how you’re bringing me down?
Look what you’ve done to me now
See how you’re making me drown?- (Chorus)
Every time that you walk by
I feel the pain eat me alive
and no matter how hard I try
I will never be alright
As...
I feel the pain burn up my life
and no matter how hard I try
it will never heal with time
But everything will come and go
and there will be nothing to show
what all I have been through
and it’s all because of you
-Look what you’ve done to me now
See how you’re bringing me down?
Look what you’ve done to me now
See how you’re making me drown?- (Chorus)
Every time that you walk by
I feel the pain eat me alive
and no matter how hard I try
I will never be alright
As...
#breakup
#heartbroken
#hurt
#lyrics
#suffering
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NP_NP
Poem Published
19th Mar 2025 4:01pm
19th Mar 2025 4:01pm
Warning Signs
How did it start? When did it become normal for a man to hit a woman? He screams. "you were nothing, everything you are is because of me".
Rosie
It started as an argument with their daughter in the back seat; when her first love clocked her, fist meeting cheek. The blows kept coming as he ripped off her clothes, her daughter screams in terror, as she watchs her father proceeds to bite and strangle her mother. Completely naked she begged for him stop, not to do this in front of their daughter. She saw the rage in his eyes and thought,...
Rosie
It started as an argument with their daughter in the back seat; when her first love clocked her, fist meeting cheek. The blows kept coming as he ripped off her clothes, her daughter screams in terror, as she watchs her father proceeds to bite and strangle her mother. Completely naked she begged for him stop, not to do this in front of their daughter. She saw the rage in his eyes and thought,...
#abuse
#CallToAction
#DomesticViolence
#manipulation
#suffering
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Songbird83
Steven W.
Steven W.
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 4:04am
17th Mar 2025 4:04am
Never let me breathe
My mind is lost
I'm out of place
dont know the cost
I have to face
I've seen it all
there's not much to see
I tend to fall
when you look down on me
I cant sit around here anymore
cause you wont listen to me
I wont stand around here anymore
cause you never let me breathe
(Chorus)
I come down here
just to watch you crawl
I make your fear
stronger than you are
One day you'll realize
just how far you can get
without me in your life
saying how far you will get
...
I'm out of place
dont know the cost
I have to face
I've seen it all
there's not much to see
I tend to fall
when you look down on me
I cant sit around here anymore
cause you wont listen to me
I wont stand around here anymore
cause you never let me breathe
(Chorus)
I come down here
just to watch you crawl
I make your fear
stronger than you are
One day you'll realize
just how far you can get
without me in your life
saying how far you will get
...
#conflict
#lyrics
#relationships #suffering
#relationships #suffering
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Alviola
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 7:44pm
8th Mar 2025 7:44pm
Conflagration
I was roused from sleep that night,
an awakening that was
like the jab of a nightmare.
With heart pounding, I wobbled
toward the door, then I stopped—
the commotion was outside.
Cautious now, I creaked it
open and sirens rushed in.
Barefoot on spiky, wet grass,
I reached the fence and tiptoed,
I felt the heat on my face
saw the skyline set aflame.
America is burning.
an awakening that was
like the jab of a nightmare.
With heart pounding, I wobbled
toward the door, then I stopped—
the commotion was outside.
Cautious now, I creaked it
open and sirens rushed in.
Barefoot on spiky, wet grass,
I reached the fence and tiptoed,
I felt the heat on my face
saw the skyline set aflame.
America is burning.
#anger
#greed
#ignorance
#sadness
#suffering
87 reads
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TrueLover
Meganne
Meganne
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 5:57pm
7th Mar 2025 5:57pm
Cycle of trauma
Voices like leaves in the wind,
Here and gone again, and again.
Seasons change.
People change.
Feelings change.
Reasons change.
Dreams change.
But we're still the same.
Cought in a loop of demolition.
Aggravation.
Isolation.
Contemplating.
So frustrating.
When's it gonna end?
Over and over.
Again and again.
Stuck with a label.
As if I'm unable,
to try.
To cry.
To soar or fall,
Across the sky.
I wonder why?
I bother....
Here and gone again, and again.
Seasons change.
People change.
Feelings change.
Reasons change.
Dreams change.
But we're still the same.
Cought in a loop of demolition.
Aggravation.
Isolation.
Contemplating.
So frustrating.
When's it gonna end?
Over and over.
Again and again.
Stuck with a label.
As if I'm unable,
to try.
To cry.
To soar or fall,
Across the sky.
I wonder why?
I bother....
#sadness
#strength
#suffering
100 reads
2 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 1:25pm
5th Mar 2025 1:25pm
MOUTHFUL OF KNIVES
What does the body do with a wound it cannot close?
A memory that just won't fade , a dream that replays a thousand times that you can't run from!
Thoughts that drown and swallow you from the inside out.
The wind shreds its own breath, bleeding rust between its teeth. Oh the taste of Iron ! All too familiar, all too real.
A mouth unhinges. Not to scream, not to pray—just to split, broken thoughts, empty.
Something shatters under the skin—bone, voice, meaning— lost , no where to hide.
a hymn reduced to marrow, an altar eaten from the inside out.
A stone...
A memory that just won't fade , a dream that replays a thousand times that you can't run from!
Thoughts that drown and swallow you from the inside out.
The wind shreds its own breath, bleeding rust between its teeth. Oh the taste of Iron ! All too familiar, all too real.
A mouth unhinges. Not to scream, not to pray—just to split, broken thoughts, empty.
Something shatters under the skin—bone, voice, meaning— lost , no where to hide.
a hymn reduced to marrow, an altar eaten from the inside out.
A stone...
#abuse
#despair
#evil
#suffering
#tragedy
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goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 3:06pm
3rd Mar 2025 3:06pm
blanket
blanket,
lay closer
to me,
hold me,
protect me
from
the barking
cold
as if
someone
would protect
a child
from a
savage dog
that would
choose
to do
some
discomfort
or harm.
lay closer
to me,
hold me,
protect me
from
the barking
cold
as if
someone
would protect
a child
from a
savage dog
that would
choose
to do
some
discomfort
or harm.
#childhood
#sleep
#suffering
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 2:01pm
2nd Mar 2025 2:01pm
The war is over?
I can't go on any longer
War wearied and worn soldiers
Fight battles for leaders
Whose hearts have grown colder
Hiding out in buildings of rubble
Machine gun fire doubles
While comfortable generals raise a toast
For map lines moving, ever so subtle
Clouds of debris from bombings
Innocent families sobbing
Cries from the dark night
Are stuck in my head, forever haunting
Friends tell me the war has ended
I'm back home and mending
But my thoughts are troubled
And I feel into hell, I've descended
War wearied and worn soldiers
Fight battles for leaders
Whose hearts have grown colder
Hiding out in buildings of rubble
Machine gun fire doubles
While comfortable generals raise a toast
For map lines moving, ever so subtle
Clouds of debris from bombings
Innocent families sobbing
Cries from the dark night
Are stuck in my head, forever haunting
Friends tell me the war has ended
I'm back home and mending
But my thoughts are troubled
And I feel into hell, I've descended
#death
#sacrifice
#suffering
#tragedy
#war
63 reads
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 9:34pm
16th Feb 2025 9:34pm
Scarred
Quiet those destructive feelings
I can tell noone about
But they're burning inside me
And serpentine scars, won't let them out
Trust can be so deceiving
When your angels lose their wings
Hide from the fake tongued liars
Who pretend to be kings and queens
Am I ready to be free
From this misery and deceit
Or will I always be a slave
And run away from what I seek
They know how to kill a smile
Keep me subdued and caged
The calm comes before the storm
When I'm unleashed with all my rage
I...
I can tell noone about
But they're burning inside me
And serpentine scars, won't let them out
Trust can be so deceiving
When your angels lose their wings
Hide from the fake tongued liars
Who pretend to be kings and queens
Am I ready to be free
From this misery and deceit
Or will I always be a slave
And run away from what I seek
They know how to kill a smile
Keep me subdued and caged
The calm comes before the storm
When I'm unleashed with all my rage
I...
#abuse
#anger
#bullying
#fear
#suffering
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KristinaX
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
Like I Was Never Touched
There are things I don’t say.
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
#abuse
#love
#romantic
#suffering
#childhood
544 reads
65 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 5:32pm
14th Feb 2025 5:32pm
Can't Unsee The Truth
I'm writing this story, and I'm now 100% obsessed with getting it finished.
But I wish it didn't have to be polished and neat to be accepted.
Oh, God, this world is sick. This world kicked me. This world destroyed me. This world is superficial and fake.
But damn it, I want my voice heard. "I want my pink shirt back." I'm a library full of pop culture.
A few more months of having to fake all of this.
My story will be heard.
I'm that girl, Diana Rose, coming from the dead.
To live out a tale that is so...
But I wish it didn't have to be polished and neat to be accepted.
Oh, God, this world is sick. This world kicked me. This world destroyed me. This world is superficial and fake.
But damn it, I want my voice heard. "I want my pink shirt back." I'm a library full of pop culture.
A few more months of having to fake all of this.
My story will be heard.
I'm that girl, Diana Rose, coming from the dead.
To live out a tale that is so...
#lies
#sacrifice
#suffering #TruthOfLife
#suffering #TruthOfLife
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1 Comment
Nvmb
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 1:13am
9th Feb 2025 1:13am
Ritual Memory
I wake in a place that does not know my name,
where the air is thick with lost prayers,
and the sky hums with voices I cannot place.
Somewhere, a flame flickers—
a beacon, or a warning.
I step forward, bare feet on cold stone,
but the earth does not answer.
Was I always meant to be a ghost?
A relic in a temple no one worships?
They dressed me in gold once,
offered their hands, their hymns—
but now, only silence kneels before me.
I press my palm to the altar,
its surface smooth, untouched by time.
A name...
where the air is thick with lost prayers,
and the sky hums with voices I cannot place.
Somewhere, a flame flickers—
a beacon, or a warning.
I step forward, bare feet on cold stone,
but the earth does not answer.
Was I always meant to be a ghost?
A relic in a temple no one worships?
They dressed me in gold once,
offered their hands, their hymns—
but now, only silence kneels before me.
I press my palm to the altar,
its surface smooth, untouched by time.
A name...
#FeelingLost
#grief
#sadness
#suffering
#suicide
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