Poems About Suffering Seeking Honest Critique
#suffering
Poems about suffering seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
Today 2:36am
Today 2:36am
Stay out of the darkness
As the days turned into night a shifting is taking place in the world in our lives as well, for sure it's getting to the point that it's becoming more darker by the minutes as time. Slowly passes by the like day into night, through this realm of what is happening to our very deepness of what is life. Now let's just a minute to analyze, what I'm saying as you read between the lines, through my unspoken words. ✍️ FOR when we are facing a situation, that we will have no real control over. THAT we start to feel some kind of way, feeling trapped in a place that only shows, us the...
#emptiness
#fear
#FeelingTrapped
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
38 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:26pm
Yesterday 10:26pm
Obscene Vision
Live is spelled wrong, we all know that, right?
It just doesn't sound right
It just doesn't look right
Can't hear any screams
Can't smell fear or decaying bodies
Can't see any pain or frustration
What's happening?
I don't know
All I know is, it's just not right
Do you know what the right path should be?
It just doesn't sound right
It just doesn't look right
Can't hear any screams
Can't smell fear or decaying bodies
Can't see any pain or frustration
What's happening?
I don't know
All I know is, it's just not right
Do you know what the right path should be?
#dark
#evil
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
#TruthOfLife
43 reads
10 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 9:00pm
24th Jan 2025 9:00pm
I miss you more than you could ever know.
How much time has flown by - so much, so little.
But her memory is kept in me. I was afraid to admit...
I guess I still am, that she will never come back.
That I won't see her smile, that I won't feel her hugs.
How much she sacrificed just to bring me into this world.
She never gave up on me despite her own health.
And once I knew, would things have been different?
If she had listened to the doctors, and everyone else.
When I was a child it was so hard to take care of her.
Especially through the relapses and affects of treatment.
I...
But her memory is kept in me. I was afraid to admit...
I guess I still am, that she will never come back.
That I won't see her smile, that I won't feel her hugs.
How much she sacrificed just to bring me into this world.
She never gave up on me despite her own health.
And once I knew, would things have been different?
If she had listened to the doctors, and everyone else.
When I was a child it was so hard to take care of her.
Especially through the relapses and affects of treatment.
I...
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
#mother
#suffering
137 reads
22 Comments
OccultCatalyst
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 8:45am
23rd Jan 2025 8:45am
Invocation
I call upon the Legion, from the depths of darkest night,
Lilith’s breath in my veins, I bask in her wicked light.
Through the gates of Hell I crawl, and the demons answer back,
Feel the fire of the Abyss, let it burn my soul to black.
In the name of Azazel, I curse your hollow prayers,
Lucifer’s hand on my chest, showing me the snare.
I spit on your salvation, on the lies of your gods,
The flames of Perdition consume you, bound in iron rods.
By the black sun, I rise, anointed by despair,
Feel the weight of demons, feel the cold, bitter...
Lilith’s breath in my veins, I bask in her wicked light.
Through the gates of Hell I crawl, and the demons answer back,
Feel the fire of the Abyss, let it burn my soul to black.
In the name of Azazel, I curse your hollow prayers,
Lucifer’s hand on my chest, showing me the snare.
I spit on your salvation, on the lies of your gods,
The flames of Perdition consume you, bound in iron rods.
By the black sun, I rise, anointed by despair,
Feel the weight of demons, feel the cold, bitter...
#dark
#hate
#sacrifice #suffering
#sacrifice #suffering
31 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 9:25pm
22nd Jan 2025 9:25pm
It's a sad day for dreams
Here we are going through the same situations, that seems that they will never gonna change, for the betterment of life. AS we slowly yet uncover that what we see and hear is nothing more and nothing less of the truth. Just constantly being destroyed and filled with more of life's things, that are involved in disappointment in what we see is still broken. Beyond repair yet there is certainly nothing, but chaos and drama and madness of confusion still eating away, at the world. For sure it's a sad day for the world and life, that definitely comes with it's share of truth of the lies, of the...
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#LifeStruggles
#sadness
#suffering
61 reads
0 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 4:44pm
21st Jan 2025 4:44pm
Flayed
A ghost that haunts every time the mirror reflects
crying shame
biting clawing for more
everyone wants a piece
the fuse lit many moons ago
sitting cross legged playing Russian roulette with the ego
finding that balance between bliss emptiness and suffering
burnt offerings throughout the night eyes blinded by the dawns light
crying shame
biting clawing for more
everyone wants a piece
the fuse lit many moons ago
sitting cross legged playing Russian roulette with the ego
finding that balance between bliss emptiness and suffering
burnt offerings throughout the night eyes blinded by the dawns light
#suffering
38 reads
1 Comment
OccultCatalyst
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 1:13am
21st Jan 2025 1:13am
Even Fire Is In Jest
From the depths of shadow,
I rise, unchained,
A tempest burning in veins,
An echo of stars undone.
Lust and longing,
Ashes and flame,
A symphony of chaos,
Screaming my name.
I am the void,
I am the spark,
In the stillness of the abyss,
I ignite the dark.
But here I’m still burning, alive, on the inside,
So I bathe myself in the murk, in the rot,
The plague come forth like a wave recessing the tide,
Infecting my mind like a virus invoking this blasphemous blood clot.
A shadow of a memory; a fading...
I rise, unchained,
A tempest burning in veins,
An echo of stars undone.
Lust and longing,
Ashes and flame,
A symphony of chaos,
Screaming my name.
I am the void,
I am the spark,
In the stillness of the abyss,
I ignite the dark.
But here I’m still burning, alive, on the inside,
So I bathe myself in the murk, in the rot,
The plague come forth like a wave recessing the tide,
Infecting my mind like a virus invoking this blasphemous blood clot.
A shadow of a memory; a fading...
#faith
#lies
#sacrifice
#silence
#suffering
70 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 8:32pm
19th Jan 2025 8:32pm
Circular Vision Games
The world is lame
Everyday is practically the same
Painful, and hard to explain
In order to live inside your brain
You must go insane
You have to die
Try not to cry
When you bid the world goodbye
You know you have to die to live in here
Circular vision games
Break down in calculated pain
You have to die to get by
To live in the world's eyes
You have to die
So you can look back
Then see yourself wave bye bye
Everyday is practically the same
Painful, and hard to explain
In order to live inside your brain
You must go insane
You have to die
Try not to cry
When you bid the world goodbye
You know you have to die to live in here
Circular vision games
Break down in calculated pain
You have to die to get by
To live in the world's eyes
You have to die
So you can look back
Then see yourself wave bye bye
#apathy
#boredom
#LifeStruggles
#rhyming
#suffering
78 reads
15 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 9:00pm
13th Jan 2025 9:00pm
Side effects of masochism
In the hearses of my damp gateways, crucifying holes
A spider web of fluids spreads between your fingers
While I eagerly lick them off tasting myself
The thoughts of lurking predators pushing me
Side effects of obsessive masochism
And a tendency to provoke violence
The abundance of punishments
Hidden under a veil of submission
Undiluted alcohol of expectation bruises and cuts
An overwhelming perception of feminine suffering
The spicy scent of cum stimulates the imagination
While the sadism of the garden is blooming
A spider web of fluids spreads between your fingers
While I eagerly lick them off tasting myself
The thoughts of lurking predators pushing me
Side effects of obsessive masochism
And a tendency to provoke violence
The abundance of punishments
Hidden under a veil of submission
Undiluted alcohol of expectation bruises and cuts
An overwhelming perception of feminine suffering
The spicy scent of cum stimulates the imagination
While the sadism of the garden is blooming
#anxiety
#lust
#orgasm
#sensual
#suffering
206 reads
45 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 00:13am
10th Jan 2025 00:13am
Ignorance
People don't realize how stressed out you get,
When your head is so congested,
You have to physically push on the vessels,
To relieve it.
Without relief, you get spasms.
Dizziness and fear.
And the annoyance of people,
Trying to be friendly.
Thinking that talking would help.
When all it does,
Is trigger spams and fear.
The fear of losing control,
Of something you never used to control.
But now you have to.
Or else you'll die.
When your head is so congested,
You have to physically push on the vessels,
To relieve it.
Without relief, you get spasms.
Dizziness and fear.
And the annoyance of people,
Trying to be friendly.
Thinking that talking would help.
When all it does,
Is trigger spams and fear.
The fear of losing control,
Of something you never used to control.
But now you have to.
Or else you'll die.
#FeelingLost
#hate
#healing
#loneliness
#suffering
73 reads
7 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 10:44am
6th Jan 2025 10:44am
Pain au Chocolat
In shadows deep, where whispers coil,
a demon's heart, a restless soil.
Desire stirs in darkest night,
to seize the power, to taste no bright.
Yearning for control, unseen,
in minds and hearts where fears convene.
Chaos beckons its sweet embrace
to twist the calm, leave not a trace.
In every tear, in every scream,
fueling nightmares, shattering dreams.
A dance of torment, endless fire,
feeding on the souls that dry.
Power sought in realms of pain.
A demon’s thirst, a crimson stain.
Corruption's...
a demon's heart, a restless soil.
Desire stirs in darkest night,
to seize the power, to taste no bright.
Yearning for control, unseen,
in minds and hearts where fears convene.
Chaos beckons its sweet embrace
to twist the calm, leave not a trace.
In every tear, in every scream,
fueling nightmares, shattering dreams.
A dance of torment, endless fire,
feeding on the souls that dry.
Power sought in realms of pain.
A demon’s thirst, a crimson stain.
Corruption's...
#dark
#desert
#despair
#mirror
#suffering
62 reads
9 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 7:04pm
1st Jan 2025 7:04pm
Drain
You say it again, “You don’t love me,”
etching it into existence, carving it into stone.
The wall I once thought I had torn down,
you build it anew, brick by brick,
fortifying the distance between us.
We were once so steady, so alive with laughter,
but the light in your eyes flickers and fades.
Should I stay? I wonder,
as you drain my spirit,
leaving me hollow, weary from the fight.
It feels as though you thrive on breaking me,
pulling strength from my exhaustion.
I beg you to stop—
I don’t want to fight anymore, ...
etching it into existence, carving it into stone.
The wall I once thought I had torn down,
you build it anew, brick by brick,
fortifying the distance between us.
We were once so steady, so alive with laughter,
but the light in your eyes flickers and fades.
Should I stay? I wonder,
as you drain my spirit,
leaving me hollow, weary from the fight.
It feels as though you thrive on breaking me,
pulling strength from my exhaustion.
I beg you to stop—
I don’t want to fight anymore, ...
#anxiety
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#sadness
#suffering
50 reads
0 Comments
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