Poems about Suffering
#suffering
Poems about suffering, physical or mental pain. Emotional poems about personal suffering, or those who are suffering in society.
buddhakitty
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2022 2:44am
23rd Nov 2022 2:44am
night is thicker then the blood of angel's
no one saw the
bullet coming
and no one
moved
there were angels of
passion dead in the
backseat
headlights knife
through the
viscous
night
blood on the
bumper
stars glare with
coldness
missionary's
burn in the
firmament
last doubts
wasted,
cast
out
at long last
we were
home
crippled blues
shouting
pain,
hobbled by some
ancient
ritual
there is nothing ...
bullet coming
and no one
moved
there were angels of
passion dead in the
backseat
headlights knife
through the
viscous
night
blood on the
bumper
stars glare with
coldness
missionary's
burn in the
firmament
last doubts
wasted,
cast
out
at long last
we were
home
crippled blues
shouting
pain,
hobbled by some
ancient
ritual
there is nothing ...
#suffering
#fear
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4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
16th Nov 2022 5:49am
16th Nov 2022 5:49am
Connectomics
I am a freshly humbled man
Who now knows pain and death do not equate
As pain helps measure out the span
Leading to every inert fate...
And I would live pain free if I could
But that was never meant to be
Since flesh and nerve are not like wood
But the holy grail of agony.
And so I bid my pride adieu
To quickly trade it for relief
From whatever living threatens anew
In our broad avenues of grief,
So parallel with our neural maps
And just as loaded with booby traps!
Who now knows pain and death do not equate
As pain helps measure out the span
Leading to every inert fate...
And I would live pain free if I could
But that was never meant to be
Since flesh and nerve are not like wood
But the holy grail of agony.
And so I bid my pride adieu
To quickly trade it for relief
From whatever living threatens anew
In our broad avenues of grief,
So parallel with our neural maps
And just as loaded with booby traps!
#suffering
59 reads
3 Comments
Nilknarfar
Poem Published
13th Nov 2022 9:48am
13th Nov 2022 9:48am
Black Death
A scorpion will never face it’s own stinger. A bear will never maul itself. Why then do some men have wounds they wont talk about?
It’s not always the arrow that kills you, it’s the infection. Gangrene is a slow death, spreading slowly but surely. It loves an open wound and marches it’s death brigade ever so gradually to the heart.
The unforgiven has a unique gaze his eyes. It’s says he’s longed for the barrel of his revolver. Looking at him is like staring right through a bullet hole. And he knows the choice is simple, cut off the trigger finger that betrayed...
It’s not always the arrow that kills you, it’s the infection. Gangrene is a slow death, spreading slowly but surely. It loves an open wound and marches it’s death brigade ever so gradually to the heart.
The unforgiven has a unique gaze his eyes. It’s says he’s longed for the barrel of his revolver. Looking at him is like staring right through a bullet hole. And he knows the choice is simple, cut off the trigger finger that betrayed...
#lies
#silence
#tragedy
#suffering
#sacrifice
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0 Comments
Simon_III_Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Poem Published
12th Nov 2022 7:36pm
12th Nov 2022 7:36pm
A Million Pieces
A Million Pieces
Take forever to put back together
They have you searching
The world over for those pieces
That were blown away by the wind
You grab the pieces you can
Yet they slip away like sand
Slipping through your fingers
You need these pieces though
Because without them you're just hollow
So you go out into the world
Searching for the pieces of your heart
Whilst many step on fragments
Without even batting an eye
Scouring the world over
Only to be left cold
Taking the piece you can...
Take forever to put back together
They have you searching
The world over for those pieces
That were blown away by the wind
You grab the pieces you can
Yet they slip away like sand
Slipping through your fingers
You need these pieces though
Because without them you're just hollow
So you go out into the world
Searching for the pieces of your heart
Whilst many step on fragments
Without even batting an eye
Scouring the world over
Only to be left cold
Taking the piece you can...
#love
#heartbroken
#tragedy
#suffering
#hurt
81 reads
4 Comments
Wired6
Poem Published
9th Nov 2022 1:09pm
9th Nov 2022 1:09pm
A PincH Of SoRtS.
His name is Steven Pendegrass,an Assistant Manager at "Seasonal Sorts." Who,for many months,appears
2 be,
2 be,
2 be,under much pressure, at work.
Steven,regularly,throws at Michael,
Not mean't 2 hurt,verbal insults.
With a pinch of ridicule,
Not mean't 2 hurt,
Not mean't 2 hurt,
Not mean't 2 hurt!
Michael,his best friend at work,
Steven doesnt mean 2 hurt,
Steven doesn't mean 2 hurt.
He just wants Michael,his Subordinate,
2 do, a better job.
...
2 be,
2 be,
2 be,under much pressure, at work.
Steven,regularly,throws at Michael,
Not mean't 2 hurt,verbal insults.
With a pinch of ridicule,
Not mean't 2 hurt,
Not mean't 2 hurt,
Not mean't 2 hurt!
Michael,his best friend at work,
Steven doesnt mean 2 hurt,
Steven doesn't mean 2 hurt.
He just wants Michael,his Subordinate,
2 do, a better job.
...
#suffering
#manipulation
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0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
8th Nov 2022 8:00pm
8th Nov 2022 8:00pm
It's the Last Time I'll put Gum in your Hair with KristinaX
Paint me a picture damnit!
Make it shine so I can see it in the dark.
No pressure, just a black hole crushing your soul.
Pulling you into my intensity. It's my physics...
Man, I love it when you hit me hard
Command me to do shit
I need to be pushed around sometimes
My head is locked between your thighs
Only when you beg me to
And I love telling you what to do
But you love to push me so hard don’t you?
You aren’t getting loose until I let you
Don't let me up
Squeeze harder
Artists need to suffer
Pain...
Make it shine so I can see it in the dark.
No pressure, just a black hole crushing your soul.
Pulling you into my intensity. It's my physics...
Man, I love it when you hit me hard
Command me to do shit
I need to be pushed around sometimes
My head is locked between your thighs
Only when you beg me to
And I love telling you what to do
But you love to push me so hard don’t you?
You aren’t getting loose until I let you
Don't let me up
Squeeze harder
Artists need to suffer
Pain...
#conflict
#funny
#art
#suffering
#passion
128 reads
24 Comments
shad00n
Poem Published
8th Nov 2022 7:23am
8th Nov 2022 7:23am
Mistaken
I wish I was courageous
The greatest
Living life a shameless
I’m the plainest
The lamest
Some sort of a freak sadist
I wish I was faceless
Vacant
I’m Cycling through the phases
I’m aimless
Anxious
Don’t know what my own name is
Do they think I hate the world?
Categorized the quiet girl
They laugh above, I feel so small
I eat my lunch inside the stall
Call home sick, mom pick me up
I can’t stay here I’ve had enough
I know I’ve been missing too much
They’re wailing on my...
The greatest
Living life a shameless
I’m the plainest
The lamest
Some sort of a freak sadist
I wish I was faceless
Vacant
I’m Cycling through the phases
I’m aimless
Anxious
Don’t know what my own name is
Do they think I hate the world?
Categorized the quiet girl
They laugh above, I feel so small
I eat my lunch inside the stall
Call home sick, mom pick me up
I can’t stay here I’ve had enough
I know I’ve been missing too much
They’re wailing on my...
#anxiety
#bullying
#school #suffering
#school #suffering
41 reads
1 Comment
jigg82
Poem Published
4th Nov 2022 1:44am
4th Nov 2022 1:44am
Black church cross
#dark
#death
#evil
#suffering
#sacrifice
58 reads
1 Comment
LtDansLegs
Jay.
Jay.
Poem Published
1st Nov 2022 5:43pm
1st Nov 2022 5:43pm
Rainfall Tears
Rainfall tears bathing dead leaves upon
the tree of life.
They fall to the earth cold and brittle,
my heart with them.
These glimpses taste of flesh born to
the steel of knives.
Tattooed upon the skin of my soul,
forever too grim.
So long the wanderer’s path of sin
and iron desecration.
Shaped into death on the anvil
of unrequited love.
Clawing at the heavens raping angels,
a spiritual fornication.
He shakes an ever violent fist
at the silent one above.
Painting masterpieces in blood he
licks...
the tree of life.
They fall to the earth cold and brittle,
my heart with them.
These glimpses taste of flesh born to
the steel of knives.
Tattooed upon the skin of my soul,
forever too grim.
So long the wanderer’s path of sin
and iron desecration.
Shaped into death on the anvil
of unrequited love.
Clawing at the heavens raping angels,
a spiritual fornication.
He shakes an ever violent fist
at the silent one above.
Painting masterpieces in blood he
licks...
#grief
#rejection
#death #suffering
#death #suffering
79 reads
1 Comment
KristinaX
Poem Published
31st Oct 2022 6:00pm
31st Oct 2022 6:00pm
Two Werewolves. Loving causes wild pain.
You asked me not to leave you alone,
And looked at the full moon with angry eyes.
I was just silent - I didn’t know what to say.
We shouldn't be together, I just knew that.
I repeated again that we can not be together,
Explained many times that we are different.
But you didn't want to understand what I meant.
I boldly cut at the root of all my dreams ...
You stood under the moon, turning away from me,
And lovingly said something through my tears.
I will never forget that moment of destruction,
That moment of our silent...
And looked at the full moon with angry eyes.
I was just silent - I didn’t know what to say.
We shouldn't be together, I just knew that.
I repeated again that we can not be together,
Explained many times that we are different.
But you didn't want to understand what I meant.
I boldly cut at the root of all my dreams ...
You stood under the moon, turning away from me,
And lovingly said something through my tears.
I will never forget that moment of destruction,
That moment of our silent...
#love
#moon
#Halloween
#suffering
#werewolves
258 reads
73 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
30th Oct 2022 11:20pm
30th Oct 2022 11:20pm
Nightfall
Do not fear the dark
as I have done.
The sinking sun
and gathering shadows
don't mean any harm.
Although in my heart
I know sunrise will come
and that winters will end,
a blueprint on my brain
since before I made
conscious memories
associates nightfall
with trouble and fear.
For me, dark begets dark,
which is too hard to handle.
I'm beginning to realise
why I never wanted nights out
and preferred to stay in.
Still, there's nothing to fear;
the problem isn't...
as I have done.
The sinking sun
and gathering shadows
don't mean any harm.
Although in my heart
I know sunrise will come
and that winters will end,
a blueprint on my brain
since before I made
conscious memories
associates nightfall
with trouble and fear.
For me, dark begets dark,
which is too hard to handle.
I'm beginning to realise
why I never wanted nights out
and preferred to stay in.
Still, there's nothing to fear;
the problem isn't...
#dark
#childhood
#alcohol
#MentalHealth
#suffering
88 reads
9 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
30th Oct 2022 9:27pm
30th Oct 2022 9:27pm
the silence is beautiful
light leaves the
eyes
thoughts leave
the mind
breath leaves
the body
skin leaves the
bones
the silence is
beautiful
we are given
nothing
we are robbed
of nothing
the wind keeps
moving,
mindless,
without
passion
the rain keeps
falling,
blindly,
madly
night and day,
day and night,
night and day
comes and
goes ...
eyes
thoughts leave
the mind
breath leaves
the body
skin leaves the
bones
the silence is
beautiful
we are given
nothing
we are robbed
of nothing
the wind keeps
moving,
mindless,
without
passion
the rain keeps
falling,
blindly,
madly
night and day,
day and night,
night and day
comes and
goes ...
#humankind
#suffering
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2 Comments
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