Poems about Suffering
#suffering
Poems about suffering, physical or mental pain. Emotional poems about personal suffering, or those who are suffering in society.
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:47pm
Yesterday 11:47pm
Hurt People, Hurt People
Hurt People hurt
hurting
& often hurt
Hurting People
&
hurt people.
(Hurt people hurt hurting and hurt, Hurt people, hurting, as well)
It’s been said
many times
that we cannot
combat our dark
with more of
… the same.
Likewise,
when we hurt
how then,
can we,
rise at a higher plane
& vibration
If
we hurt
rather than forgive?
hurting
& often hurt
Hurting People
&
hurt people.
(Hurt people hurt hurting and hurt, Hurt people, hurting, as well)
It’s been said
many times
that we cannot
combat our dark
with more of
… the same.
Likewise,
when we hurt
how then,
can we,
rise at a higher plane
& vibration
If
we hurt
rather than forgive?
#sadness
#MentalHealth
#suffering #disappointment
#suffering #disappointment
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3 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:20pm
Yesterday 11:20pm
JUST LOST FOR WORDS
From onxy skies to memories that have faded to black leaving behind a trail of broken hearts with broken souls with broken dreams that will forever go unseen, for the persons and the dreams didn't get the chance to be completed with the vision of the dream before there very life of breath was taken out from there chest thanks to humanity.
But from a...
But from a...
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#FeelingLost
#suffering
#StreamOfConsciousness
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smackdownraven
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 1:22am
11th Oct 2019 1:22am
transformation
I was...
I blink and turn
to find I was no more
the lady I once knew
transformed by the pain
took flight
I blink and turn
to find I was no more
the lady I once knew
transformed by the pain
took flight
#love
#beauty
#suffering #minimalist
#suffering #minimalist
60 reads
15 Comments
PenneyWyze
Poem Published
10th Oct 2019 3:29am
10th Oct 2019 3:29am
Plagued
I feel a plague of loneliness
from deep down in my soul.
It seems to want me to forget
so it can take control.
Each one of my memories
that I cherish from inside,
It hunts them down, making them bleed,
until each of them has died.
Inch by inch I feel it creeping
through all the parts of me.
Before long I will start believing
the lies that it's conceived.
Day by day, I feel it growing.
Who I once was begins to blur.
All the while my consciousness knowing
there's little hope for a cure.
I guess I will just...
from deep down in my soul.
It seems to want me to forget
so it can take control.
Each one of my memories
that I cherish from inside,
It hunts them down, making them bleed,
until each of them has died.
Inch by inch I feel it creeping
through all the parts of me.
Before long I will start believing
the lies that it's conceived.
Day by day, I feel it growing.
Who I once was begins to blur.
All the while my consciousness knowing
there's little hope for a cure.
I guess I will just...
#loneliness
#despair
#FeelingLost
#suffering
#FeelingTrapped
55 reads
2 Comments
PenneyWyze
Poem Published
10th Oct 2019 3:21am
10th Oct 2019 3:21am
Treading Waters
Swimming in a sea of pain
Doing laps inside a brain
Corrupted by a loneliness
A soul has ever-long repressed
Every time I push through a wave
I consider that in which I gave
To a life of yesterday
With ghosts that linger as they prey
Upon the essence of my soul
Making it impossible to be whole
Here I float, in this abyss
Feeling the cold of the water’s caress
Alone and tossed upon this sea
A fucked up broken entity
Doing laps inside a brain
Corrupted by a loneliness
A soul has ever-long repressed
Every time I push through a wave
I consider that in which I gave
To a life of yesterday
With ghosts that linger as they prey
Upon the essence of my soul
Making it impossible to be whole
Here I float, in this abyss
Feeling the cold of the water’s caress
Alone and tossed upon this sea
A fucked up broken entity
#sadness
#loneliness
#despair
#suffering
#emptiness
35 reads
5 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
8th Oct 2019 3:14am
8th Oct 2019 3:14am
OUTSIDE HANDS
Outside hands
Have been pulling
At the edges
Of my heart
All of my life
(It started out so small)
I feel your hands
And it hurts
The tissue can stretch
So thin I think
It will just rip
(But that has never happened
And If it does
It’s worth it anyway)
Have been pulling
At the edges
Of my heart
All of my life
(It started out so small)
I feel your hands
And it hurts
The tissue can stretch
So thin I think
It will just rip
(But that has never happened
And If it does
It’s worth it anyway)
#happiness
#relationships
#learning #suffering
#learning #suffering
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2 Comments
PencilScribbles
Poem Published
7th Oct 2019 4:08pm
7th Oct 2019 4:08pm
Venting: THERE IS NO PLANET B (not really poetry)
The house is on fire,
That is how Greta Thunberg put it.
What the hell are you doing about it?
How much plastic do you use?
How much meat do you eat?
How much waste do you make?
How much do you drive?
How toxic is your older car?
How much time do you spend appreciating nature?
How much time do you spend teaching the youth and rebelling against the older generations?
Let me ask you this:
Say we actually do find a planet just like ours. It's habitual and could support our species for a very long space of time. ...
That is how Greta Thunberg put it.
What the hell are you doing about it?
How much plastic do you use?
How much meat do you eat?
How much waste do you make?
How much do you drive?
How toxic is your older car?
How much time do you spend appreciating nature?
How much time do you spend teaching the youth and rebelling against the older generations?
Let me ask you this:
Say we actually do find a planet just like ours. It's habitual and could support our species for a very long space of time. ...
#earth
#nature
#evolution #suffering
#evolution #suffering
44 reads
11 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
7th Oct 2019 7:38am
7th Oct 2019 7:38am
shades of the wind
all that we were
remains inside
of us--
flowers in the
garden,
apples dangling
from the
tree--
has grown small
in the distance
we have left
behind
the earth is old, tired
and moves on an
uneven axis
the mockingbird
does not even
care to mock
anymore
and there are lions
of fear crouched
outside the
window
this strange,
mad
trip ends
all the colours meld
together and turn
black
age picks...
remains inside
of us--
flowers in the
garden,
apples dangling
from the
tree--
has grown small
in the distance
we have left
behind
the earth is old, tired
and moves on an
uneven axis
the mockingbird
does not even
care to mock
anymore
and there are lions
of fear crouched
outside the
window
this strange,
mad
trip ends
all the colours meld
together and turn
black
age picks...
#humankind
#ignorance
#suffering
45 reads
9 Comments
Thedeadinme
Poem Published
6th Oct 2019 1:46am
6th Oct 2019 1:46am
Fraility
She laps at my wounds
A forked tongue for the wretch
The salt of betrayal suites her well
Pursed lips and kind eyes
Her cross to bear, I guess
She soothes me so
Within the filth of all I am
She suffers so
In the presence of grandeur
Shying in the depths of sorrow
Tomorrow gifted her to me
For yesterday's treason long abhored
The plight of my life
Her touch offers but damnation
I embrace death
Such beauty...
A forked tongue for the wretch
The salt of betrayal suites her well
Pursed lips and kind eyes
Her cross to bear, I guess
She soothes me so
Within the filth of all I am
She suffers so
In the presence of grandeur
Shying in the depths of sorrow
Tomorrow gifted her to me
For yesterday's treason long abhored
The plight of my life
Her touch offers but damnation
I embrace death
Such beauty...
#dark
#suffering
#curse
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FallenAngle
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2019 11:10pm
2nd Oct 2019 11:10pm
Contaminated
As a child I thought of bathing in bleach
In an attempt to rid my body of your fingertips
Happily I would have set my body alight
And left no trace of you on my skin.
I used to scrub until the water ran red
Trying to get rid of the flesh you seen as yours
But we both know my efforts were in vain
It was more than my body you claimed.
No matter how hard I scrubbed
Or the dark years that past,
The phantom of your hands still touches me
And you are the theme of my nightmares.
A childhood wasted hiding your dirty secret
A...
In an attempt to rid my body of your fingertips
Happily I would have set my body alight
And left no trace of you on my skin.
I used to scrub until the water ran red
Trying to get rid of the flesh you seen as yours
But we both know my efforts were in vain
It was more than my body you claimed.
No matter how hard I scrubbed
Or the dark years that past,
The phantom of your hands still touches me
And you are the theme of my nightmares.
A childhood wasted hiding your dirty secret
A...
#abuse
#PTSD
#suffering
51 reads
2 Comments
Darkpoetria
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2019 7:10pm
2nd Oct 2019 7:10pm
Sickened love
He is, my greatest and only habitual addiction.
But I am not his....
He voyages on the whims of white clouds and dust
shaken from the Devils hooves.
My cries mistaken for rain on this fogged and
befriended window yet again. It shares of its cracks and
breaking that mimic my fragmented heart.
My beautiful youth shown in this windows reflection
many years. An older more regretful
face reflects in reply this evening, as I wait to see
the dust clouds that trails behind his...
But I am not his....
He voyages on the whims of white clouds and dust
shaken from the Devils hooves.
My cries mistaken for rain on this fogged and
befriended window yet again. It shares of its cracks and
breaking that mimic my fragmented heart.
My beautiful youth shown in this windows reflection
many years. An older more regretful
face reflects in reply this evening, as I wait to see
the dust clouds that trails behind his...
#depression
#regret
#addiction
#suffering
#disappointment
57 reads
1 Comment
Joshuaberry
Ancestor
Ancestor
Poem Published
1st Oct 2019 11:43pm
1st Oct 2019 11:43pm
In Depend Ends
On the eve of the new call,
wits mated with passion,
zeal donated by conception,
hypersensitive pulls attracted all,
contracts into a horrendous span
as independence made for the span.
But after those,
the cry was severed by greed
seasoned by ills inflected by politics,
as all patriots the new trend follow.
By and by: a swap
as the intended assumed claptrap.
The 1960 independence,
in depend ends.
19:10:01:15:16
wits mated with passion,
zeal donated by conception,
hypersensitive pulls attracted all,
contracts into a horrendous span
as independence made for the span.
But after those,
the cry was severed by greed
seasoned by ills inflected by politics,
as all patriots the new trend follow.
By and by: a swap
as the intended assumed claptrap.
The 1960 independence,
in depend ends.
19:10:01:15:16
#sadness
#abuse
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
#hurt
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