Poems about Suffering
#suffering
Poems about suffering, physical or mental pain. Emotional poems about personal suffering, or those who are suffering in society.
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Rough Enough?
Why do I long for
That feeling of flying,
It's so ecstatic,
Yet always cut,
Very sharply,
By impact.
Or is it the reverse?
Like dirt grinding
Into skin.
Sudden. Abrasive. Intimate.
White noise as air rushes by.
Forced from your lungs,
Or departed from mine.
Time slows down,
Movement speeds up.
Sensations run wild.
Tingling throughout the spine.
Pain, followed by pleasure.
Or is it the reverse?
The need for control,
The want to give in.
To lose it all in an over-gripped...
That feeling of flying,
It's so ecstatic,
Yet always cut,
Very sharply,
By impact.
Or is it the reverse?
Like dirt grinding
Into skin.
Sudden. Abrasive. Intimate.
White noise as air rushes by.
Forced from your lungs,
Or departed from mine.
Time slows down,
Movement speeds up.
Sensations run wild.
Tingling throughout the spine.
Pain, followed by pleasure.
Or is it the reverse?
The need for control,
The want to give in.
To lose it all in an over-gripped...
#SelfHarm
#suffering
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A Boot
Imagine a boot stomping on
your face forever...this would
be getting close to pure hell
even if whom ever was doing
the stomping took it easy on
you...this is how George Orwell
summarized his vision of the
world he wrote about in his
famous book...1984...
your face forever...this would
be getting close to pure hell
even if whom ever was doing
the stomping took it easy on
you...this is how George Orwell
summarized his vision of the
world he wrote about in his
famous book...1984...
#evil
#tragedy
#suffering #manipulation
#suffering #manipulation
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veiled flight
My lily white hands try to adjust the ravens nests
he has broken the silken stems from their root
crushed the roses on my cheeks
there are fountains fear driven swirling fishes
crowed silence is kept behind porcelain paint
through stiletto echo I cried
dried peelings are withered whilst grasping
truths tantrum and the living dying knowledge
hooting owls howl nocturnal
I willed my slumbered pain to remember his name
he has broken the silken stems from their root
crushed the roses on my cheeks
there are fountains fear driven swirling fishes
crowed silence is kept behind porcelain paint
through stiletto echo I cried
dried peelings are withered whilst grasping
truths tantrum and the living dying knowledge
hooting owls howl nocturnal
I willed my slumbered pain to remember his name
#dark
#despair
#suffering
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democracy for everyone
Democracy for everyone
The democratic party is in power now
and Trump, for all his flaws, didn´t want a war in the middle east
he sent many soldiers´ home.
The new President Joe Biden sent them back to Iraq
he has an issue with Syria.
There was a revolt many years ago that with the help of the CIA
developed to a civil war, and bombed fell, killing thousands.
A War the USA lost, and the failures on the ground turned into ISIS
and nearly won if it was not for the Russians and Iran,
who pulverized the murderous thugs?
Under the...
The democratic party is in power now
and Trump, for all his flaws, didn´t want a war in the middle east
he sent many soldiers´ home.
The new President Joe Biden sent them back to Iraq
he has an issue with Syria.
There was a revolt many years ago that with the help of the CIA
developed to a civil war, and bombed fell, killing thousands.
A War the USA lost, and the failures on the ground turned into ISIS
and nearly won if it was not for the Russians and Iran,
who pulverized the murderous thugs?
Under the...
#dark
#shadows
#silence
#suffering
#sacrifice
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I BELONG BEHIND BARS
I BELONG BEHIND BARS
Your honor upon your endless hour of power
and dear jury sentenced here by notice with fury
and forced to be here by fear of being fined or to be my peer
just hear me and listen to the story before me
just a simple sentence or two before the cast
of the courtroom before it casts it's sentence of doom.
----I was a drowned sea king, drunk like a fish
depressed and pressed into seeking deep rest like the rest
when I found my wish, kind of a kind dove, without looking
and hooking me , drawing me in and above like love ...
Your honor upon your endless hour of power
and dear jury sentenced here by notice with fury
and forced to be here by fear of being fined or to be my peer
just hear me and listen to the story before me
just a simple sentence or two before the cast
of the courtroom before it casts it's sentence of doom.
----I was a drowned sea king, drunk like a fish
depressed and pressed into seeking deep rest like the rest
when I found my wish, kind of a kind dove, without looking
and hooking me , drawing me in and above like love ...
#shadows
#TruthOfLife
#suffering #manipulation
#suffering #manipulation
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Thoughts in an abandoned house
How much sadness in these forgotten ones
Our abandoned buildings and houses!
The windows are broken, the doors are clogged
Sad shadow of wilting ...
In old and abandoned
our houses
someone else's smell,
unusual and strange
To infinity
space scope,
crumpled lines
And the
strangeness of desires
obsession and oppression,
crushing the debris
glass and showers,
crunchy underfoot,
tearing themselves
the cobweb snares
Wonders: faces,
mourners over us,
someone's saints
on a plywood...
Our abandoned buildings and houses!
The windows are broken, the doors are clogged
Sad shadow of wilting ...
In old and abandoned
our houses
someone else's smell,
unusual and strange
To infinity
space scope,
crumpled lines
And the
strangeness of desires
obsession and oppression,
crushing the debris
glass and showers,
crunchy underfoot,
tearing themselves
the cobweb snares
Wonders: faces,
mourners over us,
someone's saints
on a plywood...
#death
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
#FeelingLost
#suffering
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They know nothing
Days turn into blurrs as I sit here alone,
Staring at the clock ticking by slow.
This pain is invisible to the eye,
It only appears on the outside when I cry.
I can feel it slowly breaking my sanity.
I’m young I should be healthy.
This is real almost too much to bare,
But if I use a crutch everyone will stare.
A young women that looks healthy,
She’s not crippled she’s just lazy.
Of course it’s something they would assume,
But they know nothing of the hurt that I consume.
Staring at the clock ticking by slow.
This pain is invisible to the eye,
It only appears on the outside when I cry.
I can feel it slowly breaking my sanity.
I’m young I should be healthy.
This is real almost too much to bare,
But if I use a crutch everyone will stare.
A young women that looks healthy,
She’s not crippled she’s just lazy.
Of course it’s something they would assume,
But they know nothing of the hurt that I consume.
#anger
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
#hurt
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Empty
The scariest part of a depressive episode isn't crying due to the intense sadness and pain, but when you cannot.
#depression
#dark
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#suffering
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Sticks and stoners
Spliff singes car seat
old tree learns how to dissect
a young drivers chest
old tree learns how to dissect
a young drivers chest
#suffering
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broken rudder
to our
politicians,
leaders,
and all
the talking
heads who
accept no
responsibility
or have no
consequences
for their
words
there needs to
be a little less
finger pointing
and a lot more
problem solving
politicians,
leaders,
and all
the talking
heads who
accept no
responsibility
or have no
consequences
for their
words
there needs to
be a little less
finger pointing
and a lot more
problem solving
#humankind
#ignorance
#suffering
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Thinking of a Title, Momentarily
The
unenviable task of living lives
alive wit the
vitality
of a life lived above the fore'front
of all the piles (piling ever higher e'vyday) of pedantic
calls for
the pillorizing of them who could'no per'form what was meant of them,
and fell, face first, between the cracks
of they're own flaccid follies,
then patronising as much as such
a pilgrim may be wont, (to do).
No eXcuse for the waste of...
unenviable task of living lives
alive wit the
vitality
of a life lived above the fore'front
of all the piles (piling ever higher e'vyday) of pedantic
calls for
the pillorizing of them who could'no per'form what was meant of them,
and fell, face first, between the cracks
of they're own flaccid follies,
then patronising as much as such
a pilgrim may be wont, (to do).
No eXcuse for the waste of...
#grief
#loneliness
#ignorance
#suffering
#bittersweet
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OuterSpace Breathes 40mm Baton Rounds
Her strong legs lifted me into a spacecraft. The controls were sticky with a grainy syrup. We were doomed. But honestly, we had been doomed since long before this ship had even rolled off the assembly line.
Some sick fuck dreamed of experimenting on people like us. (My wet legs slip into her body). His name was Igor Lott. He was a scientist for the Imperialist Party. (Tongues intertwining like a DNA strand). He planned to conquer death in the name of the Greatest People. We were stepping stones to that end. (Her cocktail dress and jewels burned and burrowed into my thick layers of...
Some sick fuck dreamed of experimenting on people like us. (My wet legs slip into her body). His name was Igor Lott. He was a scientist for the Imperialist Party. (Tongues intertwining like a DNA strand). He planned to conquer death in the name of the Greatest People. We were stepping stones to that end. (Her cocktail dress and jewels burned and burrowed into my thick layers of...
#suffering
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