Poems About Suffering Seeking Friendly Advice
#suffering
Poems about suffering seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 1:04pm
20th Dec 2024 1:04pm
Sinking
I took a sip of forever
from a glass half empty
as it sat upon a life less lived
in a corner of a dark room
A silence twice spoken
sees the man lie broken
jigsaw pieces filed down
so they never fit again
The one winged butterfly
spirals downward until the
once beautiful becomes cold
and alone
On the ocean with no land
in sight, tired of treading water
never more than a mile away
I sink in a pool of blood
from a glass half empty
as it sat upon a life less lived
in a corner of a dark room
A silence twice spoken
sees the man lie broken
jigsaw pieces filed down
so they never fit again
The one winged butterfly
spirals downward until the
once beautiful becomes cold
and alone
On the ocean with no land
in sight, tired of treading water
never more than a mile away
I sink in a pool of blood
#dark
#suffering
9 reads
2 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 9:13am
17th Dec 2024 9:13am
Food For Thought
It feels like I've come back to life
after several days of death or dying.
How spiteful the stomach and mind were to join forces and bring me to my knees, sapping energy and twisting rationality.
Individually, they are manageable,but when they gang up, they make a formidable foe.
It wasn't always like this but depression or suffering of any sort, leaves permanent scar tissue,weak spots in the soul, that are easily exploited by loose discursive thoughts and a gut that's out of whack.
Anyhow.
I believe, the more you suffer, the less you...
after several days of death or dying.
How spiteful the stomach and mind were to join forces and bring me to my knees, sapping energy and twisting rationality.
Individually, they are manageable,but when they gang up, they make a formidable foe.
It wasn't always like this but depression or suffering of any sort, leaves permanent scar tissue,weak spots in the soul, that are easily exploited by loose discursive thoughts and a gut that's out of whack.
Anyhow.
I believe, the more you suffer, the less you...
#suffering
34 reads
2 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 2:10am
15th Dec 2024 2:10am
each day hurts
unfortunately,
i feel
just as
i look,
the sun
comes up,
hours pass
and then
the moon
waves,
another
morning
and things
haven't
changed,
my body
in pain,
i feel
it there
to greet
me each
new day.
i feel
just as
i look,
the sun
comes up,
hours pass
and then
the moon
waves,
another
morning
and things
haven't
changed,
my body
in pain,
i feel
it there
to greet
me each
new day.
#disability
#emotional
#illness
#suffering
#vulnerability
60 reads
7 Comments
Her
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 6:57am
28th Nov 2024 6:57am
Together and Not
We’re all here
Together
Yet separate
Each of us
Lost in some way
Because we don’t
Choose love
Together
Yet separate
Each of us
Lost in some way
Because we don’t
Choose love
#choices
#suffering
#hate
#morality
#CallToAction
155 reads
25 Comments
cantocinque
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 8:50pm
17th Nov 2024 8:50pm
Put Out the Fire
my life with you
hopelessly
embroiled in
affairs of heart
words enflame sorrow
screaming from bell jars
deafened through routine
our survival strategy
denies you me us
hopelessly
embroiled in
affairs of heart
words enflame sorrow
screaming from bell jars
deafened through routine
our survival strategy
denies you me us
#hurt
#love
#passion
#rejection
#suffering
75 reads
0 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 3:18am
16th Nov 2024 3:18am
Self Hatred (An Overflow)
Why am I so stupid? What the fuck is wrong with me? Nothing works. I ache so badly, an everywhere ache that’s cold at the center and boiling at the surface. I hate my body, I hate my face, I hate my personality, I hate my soul. I wish someone would just kill me so I wouldn’t be left to sit in the mess I made. I can’t do anything of worth, I can’t express my feelings well. I’m mean and selfish and loud and quiet and fucked. I hate how I hope too much, I hate how I can’t feel angry at anyone but myself. I hate that I can’t cut it out of myself, amputation of the emotions. I hate my eyes, for...
#emptiness
#frustration
#hate
#SelfWorth
#suffering
80 reads
1 Comment
Nixprty
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 3:29pm
14th Nov 2024 3:29pm
Buried Above Ground
Can you make a person disappear?
Forgotten,
Such a similar word,
But so very different.
Gone from the eyes,
Still buzzing in the blood.
Can you bury someone deep enough,
You’ll never fear they will one day crawl back out?
If I find myself beneath the layers of earth,
Deeper than hell itself entailed,
Will I ever one day find myself once again in a pale sunrise?
My deep is blacker than shadows,
It tastes like chalky dirt and age.
Yet I am sure,
As...
Forgotten,
Such a similar word,
But so very different.
Gone from the eyes,
Still buzzing in the blood.
Can you bury someone deep enough,
You’ll never fear they will one day crawl back out?
If I find myself beneath the layers of earth,
Deeper than hell itself entailed,
Will I ever one day find myself once again in a pale sunrise?
My deep is blacker than shadows,
It tastes like chalky dirt and age.
Yet I am sure,
As...
#bittersweet
#hate
#identity
#SelfWorth
#suffering
60 reads
0 Comments
Forcubanlinx
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 6:10pm
12th Nov 2024 6:10pm
Fading into Silence
All throughout my skin,
can't scrub off the dirt.
My eyes grow weary;
don’t know if I’m still living.
My soul feels obsolete,
and others can’t perceive
if I’m still breathing.
The sun doesn't warm anymore.
Lies don’t feel the same, not like before.
Nothing is tangible, nothing to grasp,
no control, not past me, not past you.
The construct—a fiber entwined, bound with my existence.
If only it vanished and with it took
the weariness from my heart.
A far cry from my tenet,
living by absolutes, and death is a viable one.
can't scrub off the dirt.
My eyes grow weary;
don’t know if I’m still living.
My soul feels obsolete,
and others can’t perceive
if I’m still breathing.
The sun doesn't warm anymore.
Lies don’t feel the same, not like before.
Nothing is tangible, nothing to grasp,
no control, not past me, not past you.
The construct—a fiber entwined, bound with my existence.
If only it vanished and with it took
the weariness from my heart.
A far cry from my tenet,
living by absolutes, and death is a viable one.
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
#suffering
#conflict
84 reads
1 Comment
Ashleysworld
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 4:09am
10th Nov 2024 4:09am
No reason
#depression
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
#sadness
#suffering
77 reads
4 Comments
msbellepoetry43
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 9:28pm
4th Nov 2024 9:28pm
Where did my Sunshine go???
Sometimes there
will be
SUNSHINE
Sometimes there
will be
RAIN
Sometimes you
will have
JOY IN YOUR HEART, and
Sometimes you
will feel
PAIN!!!!
Sometimes you
will have your
STRUGGLES,
Sometimes you
will have your
FEARS
Sometimes you
will go through
SORROW,
and
shed so many
TEARS,
From
TRIALS TO TRIALS,
and
TIME TO TIME,
Within this
ERA
IS WHAT I
STALL FIND,
A TIME OF
CALM,
A TIME OF
PEACE,
A...
will be
SUNSHINE
Sometimes there
will be
RAIN
Sometimes you
will have
JOY IN YOUR HEART, and
Sometimes you
will feel
PAIN!!!!
Sometimes you
will have your
STRUGGLES,
Sometimes you
will have your
FEARS
Sometimes you
will go through
SORROW,
and
shed so many
TEARS,
From
TRIALS TO TRIALS,
and
TIME TO TIME,
Within this
ERA
IS WHAT I
STALL FIND,
A TIME OF
CALM,
A TIME OF
PEACE,
A...
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
60 reads
2 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 1:18am
16th Oct 2024 1:18am
Sick
head heavy like stone
sandpaper lining my throat
can't keep my eyes o....
.
sandpaper lining my throat
can't keep my eyes o....
.
#illness
#senryu
#sleep #suffering
#sleep #suffering
120 reads
4 Comments
arsastar
astaroth..
astaroth..
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 9:20pm
8th Oct 2024 9:20pm
What is This?
The restless static in my head.
Static that reaches my bed. No comfort here, turn back to see everything engulfed in static and noise. It rings and clashes at your head. Uncomfortable feelings of dread. Persistently upset. Unsatisfied, unreal, unkempt. Distaste of human race, it's pounding at the walls. Let it out hurry up! It's gonna be too late soon. It'll get in and go straight for the jugular. I'm not moving but I'm trying. My body is refusing its instructions. I look down to see my legs all fuzzy, muddled, and wrapped in static. Gotta hurry! I open the door to ear piercing screams....
Static that reaches my bed. No comfort here, turn back to see everything engulfed in static and noise. It rings and clashes at your head. Uncomfortable feelings of dread. Persistently upset. Unsatisfied, unreal, unkempt. Distaste of human race, it's pounding at the walls. Let it out hurry up! It's gonna be too late soon. It'll get in and go straight for the jugular. I'm not moving but I'm trying. My body is refusing its instructions. I look down to see my legs all fuzzy, muddled, and wrapped in static. Gotta hurry! I open the door to ear piercing screams....
#boredom
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#insomnia
#suffering
97 reads
0 Comments
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