Poems about Suffering
#suffering
Poems about suffering, physical or mental pain. Emotional poems about personal suffering, or those who are suffering in society.
BrokenBeats
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:28am
Yesterday 5:28am
Pained Daze
Pain radiates
Making thought
sharp
edged
Adding weight
to already
overly sensitized
nerves
Life
betrayed
by body
Shambling stumble
through
medicated haze days
Waiting
for good ones
Managing
the rest
Making thought
sharp
edged
Adding weight
to already
overly sensitized
nerves
Life
betrayed
by body
Shambling stumble
through
medicated haze days
Waiting
for good ones
Managing
the rest
#LifeStruggles
#illness
#suffering
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scalesofascorpion
Poem Published
25th Nov 2023 2:56pm
25th Nov 2023 2:56pm
Prince of Darkness
I'll admit
it is true
I like to bite
fingers wrapped
around my throat
memory sleeps deep inside
eat my screams
make me choke
another damsel
quivering
in the lap
of your throne
does your jaw
clench like mine?
what a design
Lord of my mind
drip a tear on
my patient tongue
out of reach
I've heard enough
dreamlike facade
does it cover enough?
keep your mystery visage
I'm drawn to the cuts
easy words
make a beautiful line
reflect the tragedy ...
it is true
I like to bite
fingers wrapped
around my throat
memory sleeps deep inside
eat my screams
make me choke
another damsel
quivering
in the lap
of your throne
does your jaw
clench like mine?
what a design
Lord of my mind
drip a tear on
my patient tongue
out of reach
I've heard enough
dreamlike facade
does it cover enough?
keep your mystery visage
I'm drawn to the cuts
easy words
make a beautiful line
reflect the tragedy ...
#admiration
#suffering
#obsession
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2023 3:17am
23rd Nov 2023 3:17am
That Was Some Party Last Night. Was It?
Linda woke up and
saw herself naked in bed
before someone else came in.
"That was some party
last night. Was it?" was what her
blind date said while getting dressed.
saw herself naked in bed
before someone else came in.
"That was some party
last night. Was it?" was what her
blind date said while getting dressed.
#home
#fiction
#confusion
#suffering
#sensual
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2023 5:03pm
22nd Nov 2023 5:03pm
need is defined by those who don’t...
I keep pulling up files
entering data into accounts
feeling my blood pressure rise
one by one they stack up
"not medically necessary"
denial after denial
...of serious needs
and I'm getting incredibly pissed
disgusted with the health care system
so I'm letting off steam...
taking it out on the machine
hitting rep after rep
knowing it won't change a thing
people will still be there...
...still suffering
and I feel so powerless
just punching numbers...
...into an impersonal screen
so I'm...
entering data into accounts
feeling my blood pressure rise
one by one they stack up
"not medically necessary"
denial after denial
...of serious needs
and I'm getting incredibly pissed
disgusted with the health care system
so I'm letting off steam...
taking it out on the machine
hitting rep after rep
knowing it won't change a thing
people will still be there...
...still suffering
and I feel so powerless
just punching numbers...
...into an impersonal screen
so I'm...
#anger
#TruthOfLife
#frustration #suffering
#frustration #suffering
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cabcool
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2023 00:18am
22nd Nov 2023 00:18am
refugee
It is the obligation of every person born in a safer room to open the
door when someone in danger knocks.”—Dina Nayeri
i am a refugee
whose parents had to flee
from economic suicide,
where ceaseless chronic ills collide
with human dignity.
i come from india,
escape somalia;
from haitian port, a dingy boat
flails out of sort to stay afloat
on wild caribbea.
plucked up from myanmar,
the 2017 war
hot on the heels of man and beast,
despite appeals from lay and priest,
how i have wandered far!
...
door when someone in danger knocks.”—Dina Nayeri
i am a refugee
whose parents had to flee
from economic suicide,
where ceaseless chronic ills collide
with human dignity.
i come from india,
escape somalia;
from haitian port, a dingy boat
flails out of sort to stay afloat
on wild caribbea.
plucked up from myanmar,
the 2017 war
hot on the heels of man and beast,
despite appeals from lay and priest,
how i have wandered far!
...
#oppression
#CallToAction
#HumanRights
#suffering
#inequality
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Koulouri
Poem Published
20th Nov 2023 00:41am
20th Nov 2023 00:41am
Pain is an old friend you invite for tea
Doing the right thing is known to hurt.
It's demonstrated in shows, movies, even books.
Nothing quite replicates it.
This pain is not something that can be read or seen.
The many nights awake, shaking with tears.
Mornings with heavy eyes and a shaken frame.
It may have been right.
But it still hurts.
It hurts and hurts and nothing can change that.
It's just there.
You can make deals with your pain, you can even beg it for forgiveness.
It will laugh, and hold you tighter.
The past...
It's demonstrated in shows, movies, even books.
Nothing quite replicates it.
This pain is not something that can be read or seen.
The many nights awake, shaking with tears.
Mornings with heavy eyes and a shaken frame.
It may have been right.
But it still hurts.
It hurts and hurts and nothing can change that.
It's just there.
You can make deals with your pain, you can even beg it for forgiveness.
It will laugh, and hold you tighter.
The past...
#love
#heartbroken
#breakup
#suffering
#hurt
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wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
12th Nov 2023 1:02pm
12th Nov 2023 1:02pm
blossom end of her white dress
i love her,
let me
cross
at the
narrow point
of river,
i look up
to see
the blossom
end of
her white
dress,
music playing
haunting songs,
crawling out
into
the wet
shroudy weeds,
this
is where
i last saw
the blossom
end
of her
white dress,
the last
they saw
of me.
let me
cross
at the
narrow point
of river,
i look up
to see
the blossom
end of
her white
dress,
music playing
haunting songs,
crawling out
into
the wet
shroudy weeds,
this
is where
i last saw
the blossom
end
of her
white dress,
the last
they saw
of me.
#LifeStruggles
#suicide
#suffering #emotional
#suffering #emotional
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Asani
Poem Published
6th Nov 2023 5:21pm
6th Nov 2023 5:21pm
Blood-money
Coltan chemical formula is a mixture of two materials,
It’s clear they don’t care about the Congolese and why they keep treating them like animals,
Because with them mining their bodies for the mixture of Fe,mn nb206 columbites and Fe,mn ta206 tantalite,
you can visually and audibly understand this message from the comfort of your cellphones or be protected by airbags in your car and using the products from the cemented carbides,
The records shows of 6.9 million people being displaced in Congo in the growing conflict that was enforced to have them...
It’s clear they don’t care about the Congolese and why they keep treating them like animals,
Because with them mining their bodies for the mixture of Fe,mn nb206 columbites and Fe,mn ta206 tantalite,
you can visually and audibly understand this message from the comfort of your cellphones or be protected by airbags in your car and using the products from the cemented carbides,
The records shows of 6.9 million people being displaced in Congo in the growing conflict that was enforced to have them...
#grief
#LifeStruggles
#ignorance
#despair
#suffering
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BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
5th Nov 2023 10:58pm
5th Nov 2023 10:58pm
crying in the ice cream aisle
Teeth digging into my lip
White knuckling the cart
The gelato and ice cream in the fridge
Blurring into swirling color splotches
I cannot let the tears fall here... I can't
So I find myself looking at the dirty ceiling
As if some savior can be found there
Yet the tears cannot help but fall as tears do
On Sunday afternoon in a grocery store
White knuckling the cart
The gelato and ice cream in the fridge
Blurring into swirling color splotches
I cannot let the tears fall here... I can't
So I find myself looking at the dirty ceiling
As if some savior can be found there
Yet the tears cannot help but fall as tears do
On Sunday afternoon in a grocery store
#sadness
#grief
#despair
#suffering
#hurt
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Sukisushicrown
Poem Published
4th Nov 2023 1:54am
4th Nov 2023 1:54am
Suddenly he said to me."Could murder some fried chicken.."
It took all my emotionality to convince him, that life,his life,had meaning.
I'm not sure if I believe this though.
But I had to say something.
It was a long,long way down.
I shouldn't have volunteered to be the guy who helped this boy out.
Anyway,he didn't believe me.
I'm not being funny
but,why did he grab my legs.
I nearly shit myself.
He nearly took me with him.
Sad fuck
...
I'm not sure if I believe this though.
But I had to say something.
It was a long,long way down.
I shouldn't have volunteered to be the guy who helped this boy out.
Anyway,he didn't believe me.
I'm not being funny
but,why did he grab my legs.
I nearly shit myself.
He nearly took me with him.
Sad fuck
...
#grief
#FeelingLost
#suffering
#FeelingTrapped
#temptation
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Maeve_Edmonson
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 6:06pm
3rd Nov 2023 6:06pm
The Demon In Me
Seen the killers on tv?
She wants that to be me.
The bloody corpses,
the stench of flesh,
Oh to savor
the smell so fresh!
"It's okay. Just do it."
She says as I hold the knife.
"Revenge is the sweetest.
You control this life."
I stand over him
as he begs and pleads.
"Am I a killer? Is this me?"
The rotting smell oozes
from his wounds.
Light stabs so blood
doesn't rush too soon.
He looks up as a tear
rolls down his cheek.
Now he's...
She wants that to be me.
The bloody corpses,
the stench of flesh,
Oh to savor
the smell so fresh!
"It's okay. Just do it."
She says as I hold the knife.
"Revenge is the sweetest.
You control this life."
I stand over him
as he begs and pleads.
"Am I a killer? Is this me?"
The rotting smell oozes
from his wounds.
Light stabs so blood
doesn't rush too soon.
He looks up as a tear
rolls down his cheek.
Now he's...
#violence
#fiction
#MentalHealth
#suffering
#revenge
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BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 1:45pm
3rd Nov 2023 1:45pm
your feelings don't matter
There's something so fucking hollow
In knowing you won't be at the top
Of my message lists anywhere anymore
That I'll never share with you again
No videos, no memes, and no thoughts
Cutting you out of me will take some time
I won't ruminate about you thinking of me
The possibility that maybe you'll miss me
Just enough to show up at my door
We both know you would never do that
You have never been afraid to lose me
And now I am gone from your presence
How long until your new relationship breaks?
Because of the broken parts in...
In knowing you won't be at the top
Of my message lists anywhere anymore
That I'll never share with you again
No videos, no memes, and no thoughts
Cutting you out of me will take some time
I won't ruminate about you thinking of me
The possibility that maybe you'll miss me
Just enough to show up at my door
We both know you would never do that
You have never been afraid to lose me
And now I am gone from your presence
How long until your new relationship breaks?
Because of the broken parts in...
#sadness
#hate
#UnrequitedLove
#suffering
#hurt
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