Poems about Suffering
#suffering
Poems about suffering, physical or mental pain. Emotional poems about personal suffering, or those who are suffering in society.
Her
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:35pm
Yesterday 7:35pm
Sticky
Bullseye
One dart, two dart, three
Your fat, fucking moon pie face
Looks good
Decorated with the bloody entrails
Of my justified rage
Hey bartender
Pass me another Crown
We got a glutton for punishment
She won’t back down
What say you?
That’s the bathroom mirror
Fuck
Me
One dart, two dart, three
Your fat, fucking moon pie face
Looks good
Decorated with the bloody entrails
Of my justified rage
Hey bartender
Pass me another Crown
We got a glutton for punishment
She won’t back down
What say you?
That’s the bathroom mirror
Fuck
Me
#anger
#dark
#hurt
#rejection
#suffering
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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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1 Comment
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
284 reads
58 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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NP_NP
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 3:18pm
5th Feb 2025 3:18pm
Runaway
So you want to run away, then go, I won’t stop you, you said. I was no older than six or seven. I rose, walked to that door— I knew, somehow, this was not home.
My little brother trailed behind, and I, with stubborn heart, set off to find the parents who’d left us behind. Love was a distant thing, but I was determined to find it, even if they never gave it.
I dragged the dog along, his paws stumbling in the dust. The gate loomed, larger than anything I had ever seen— but I pulled it open, the metal stick unlatching and with it, I felt the surge of freedom. ...
My little brother trailed behind, and I, with stubborn heart, set off to find the parents who’d left us behind. Love was a distant thing, but I was determined to find it, even if they never gave it.
I dragged the dog along, his paws stumbling in the dust. The gate loomed, larger than anything I had ever seen— but I pulled it open, the metal stick unlatching and with it, I felt the surge of freedom. ...
#dark
#despair
#hurt
#sadness
#suffering
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NoQuarter
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 10:12am
5th Feb 2025 10:12am
The Space Between
She's always been something special.
Someone who always had the right words,
the right touch,
the right look,
the right everything for every occasion.
Growing up together,
we were friends before we ever knew what relationships were about.
We laughed before we knew what heartbreak
felt like.
Shared secrets before we understood
their weight.
She's my anchor,
a constant in a world forever changing.
They say a man can't have a woman for a best friend.
They,
whoever they are, ...
Someone who always had the right words,
the right touch,
the right look,
the right everything for every occasion.
Growing up together,
we were friends before we ever knew what relationships were about.
We laughed before we knew what heartbreak
felt like.
Shared secrets before we understood
their weight.
She's my anchor,
a constant in a world forever changing.
They say a man can't have a woman for a best friend.
They,
whoever they are, ...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#relationships #suffering
#relationships #suffering
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 4:47am
3rd Feb 2025 4:47am
In Alia's World, There's Only Darkness
How Alia Lynch would naturally react to any situation... The real reaction, not the one masking niceness.
Girl scout: "Wanna buy cookies?"
Alia: "BITCH!!! FUCK YOU!!! YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE!!!! STOP PRETENDING TO BE NICE!!!" *takes the cookie box and smashes it a million times and then throws it*
Random stranger: "Hi, how are you?"
Alia: I HATE YOU!!!! I HATEEE YOUUUU!!! *takes a crow bar and strikes them a bunch of times and can't stop*
Potential lover: *gives flowers*
Alia:...
Girl scout: "Wanna buy cookies?"
Alia: "BITCH!!! FUCK YOU!!! YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE!!!! STOP PRETENDING TO BE NICE!!!" *takes the cookie box and smashes it a million times and then throws it*
Random stranger: "Hi, how are you?"
Alia: I HATE YOU!!!! I HATEEE YOUUUU!!! *takes a crow bar and strikes them a bunch of times and can't stop*
Potential lover: *gives flowers*
Alia:...
#suffering
#tragedy
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Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 8:30am
1st Feb 2025 8:30am
Sometimes saltwater lingers in closed wounds
#suffering
#TimeHeals
24 reads
1 Comment
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 2:36am
30th Jan 2025 2:36am
Stay out of the darkness
As the days turned into night a shifting is taking place in the world in our lives as well, for sure it's getting to the point that it's becoming more darker by the minutes as time. Slowly passes by the like day into night, through this realm of what is happening to our very deepness of what is life. Now let's just a minute to analyze, what I'm saying as you read between the lines, through my unspoken words. ✍️ FOR when we are facing a situation, that we will have no real control over. THAT we start to feel some kind of way, feeling trapped in a place that only shows, us the...
#emptiness
#fear
#FeelingTrapped
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
99 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 10:26pm
29th Jan 2025 10:26pm
Obscene Vision
Live is spelled wrong, we all know that, right?
It just doesn't sound right
It just doesn't look right
Can't hear any screams
Can't smell fear or decaying bodies
Can't see any pain or frustration
What's happening?
I don't know
All I know is, it's just not right
Do you know what the right path should be?
It just doesn't sound right
It just doesn't look right
Can't hear any screams
Can't smell fear or decaying bodies
Can't see any pain or frustration
What's happening?
I don't know
All I know is, it's just not right
Do you know what the right path should be?
#dark
#evil
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
#TruthOfLife
93 reads
14 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 9:10pm
29th Jan 2025 9:10pm
The Last Post!
Posterior
post-poned
post haste
Post mortem
Post apocolyptic
Post traumatic!
The last post.....
The end?
by Jemia
post-poned
post haste
Post mortem
Post apocolyptic
Post traumatic!
The last post.....
The end?
by Jemia
#LifeCycle
#suffering
#war
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