Least Read Poems About Suffering
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Least read poems about suffering. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
FeNyX
Poem Published
8th Jan 2021 7:49am
8th Jan 2021 7:49am
k- Spill The Blood
Hesitant pensiveness
Blood lust's need calls
The past riles up
The cheering rises
Coal tendrils envelop shining soul
The cacophony increases
The tempo pulses harder
The need is imperatorius
"SPILL THE BLOOD"
"SPILL THE BLOOD"
"SPILL THE BLOOD"
A hand rises
A blue gleam
The masses still
The Sword is sheathed
"There will be no slaughter of innocents"
...
Blood lust's need calls
The past riles up
The cheering rises
Coal tendrils envelop shining soul
The cacophony increases
The tempo pulses harder
The need is imperatorius
"SPILL THE BLOOD"
"SPILL THE BLOOD"
"SPILL THE BLOOD"
A hand rises
A blue gleam
The masses still
The Sword is sheathed
"There will be no slaughter of innocents"
...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
11 reads
5 Comments
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
11 reads
3 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
15th Apr 2020 6:15pm
15th Apr 2020 6:15pm
Choked in Silence
The frail drums of my ears
Loop alarms excessive enough to bring forth tears
The deafening circus these humans bear
Migrate my migraines the size of a bear
That tears me to shreds until I’m completely bare
This thunderous ruckus shakes away at my pain
Aggressing the sensation of my throbbing pain
Mocking its deeds until I’m insane
Just outside its vantage point where it camps on my pane
Their opera of life reeks of havoc sent
Manure under my nose squatting their shitty scent
Parading around as if they’re so innocent
Of...
Loop alarms excessive enough to bring forth tears
The deafening circus these humans bear
Migrate my migraines the size of a bear
That tears me to shreds until I’m completely bare
This thunderous ruckus shakes away at my pain
Aggressing the sensation of my throbbing pain
Mocking its deeds until I’m insane
Just outside its vantage point where it camps on my pane
Their opera of life reeks of havoc sent
Manure under my nose squatting their shitty scent
Parading around as if they’re so innocent
Of...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#suffering
#temptation
#NaPoWriMo2020
13 reads
4 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
31st Jul 2024 2:45pm
31st Jul 2024 2:45pm
The Kindness of Quiet
In these the quiet moments of the day
how I so long for pain to pass away
and though my shore be pounded by the waves
a jagged stone will never roll or sway
The tapestries collected often seem
as though they were embroidered by a dream
interwoven, with all the hurt I feel
sometimes it has to bleed to know it's real
In truth the morning always yields to night
and in this life not everything is bright
so I shall turn no longer in your sight
until the morn, with dew and dawn's delight
To be wrapped in the sun, her...
how I so long for pain to pass away
and though my shore be pounded by the waves
a jagged stone will never roll or sway
The tapestries collected often seem
as though they were embroidered by a dream
interwoven, with all the hurt I feel
sometimes it has to bleed to know it's real
In truth the morning always yields to night
and in this life not everything is bright
so I shall turn no longer in your sight
until the morn, with dew and dawn's delight
To be wrapped in the sun, her...
#hope
#hurt
#peace #suffering
#peace #suffering
14 reads
6 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
19th Oct 2020 3:40pm
19th Oct 2020 3:40pm
Skin Wars
Who told you that the color of a soul was skin-deep?
That it had to lose its pigmentation in order to get a spot where you sleep
Who told you that the beauty of a soul had color in the first place?
What reality are we living in where hatred can just shit in our face?
Who told you that we were allowed to see a soul in this way?
Who told you that this was ok?
That it was ok to write your self-appointed and twisted views into the book of man
That you can control and play God under the one true being who created man
Who told you that it was ok to sleep with...
That it had to lose its pigmentation in order to get a spot where you sleep
Who told you that the beauty of a soul had color in the first place?
What reality are we living in where hatred can just shit in our face?
Who told you that we were allowed to see a soul in this way?
Who told you that this was ok?
That it was ok to write your self-appointed and twisted views into the book of man
That you can control and play God under the one true being who created man
Who told you that it was ok to sleep with...
#rejection
#abuse
#ignorance
#suffering
#emotional
16 reads
6 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
26th Jun 2024 6:45pm
26th Jun 2024 6:45pm
At Least There’s A Cure
Invisible devices bind, leaving such
beautifully deep and bleeding scars
A pain that pours from the secret places
seeping into the hearts of those we
cherish most, killing them
ever so slowly
Love is a disease
God gnawing at Adam’s rib, a rabid dog
chewing until the spit and bone dust
created Eve, then with blood and semen
she and he bred death
A demon called decay teaching that
everything rots for the fallen, laughs
at the lovers gaze, for he sees
the brutality artfully hidden and
tastes the...
beautifully deep and bleeding scars
A pain that pours from the secret places
seeping into the hearts of those we
cherish most, killing them
ever so slowly
Love is a disease
God gnawing at Adam’s rib, a rabid dog
chewing until the spit and bone dust
created Eve, then with blood and semen
she and he bred death
A demon called decay teaching that
everything rots for the fallen, laughs
at the lovers gaze, for he sees
the brutality artfully hidden and
tastes the...
#death
#love
#oppression #suffering
#oppression #suffering
20 reads
12 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 8:41pm
26th Dec 2024 8:41pm
So Many Voices...
#lies
#manipulation
#shadows #suffering
#shadows #suffering
20 reads
0 Comments
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 4:41am
24th Dec 2024 4:41am
Down the Rabbit Hole Of My Trauma And Nightmares
#abuse
#nightmares
#suffering
22 reads
2 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2024 9:51pm
3rd Jul 2024 9:51pm
Never Thought Myself Garbage
The distillation of my heart
leaves condensation upon my
brow, that which bled now
coagulated, a stroke of luck
Cold roll the beads downward
as so the countenance falls,
cloudless rain besets and
will not be absorbed
Though the crucifixion imagined
the nails hurt none the less
and I without a Magdalena cry
myself to sleep
The ache of bone beneath
aged flesh speaks to a well
travelled road, oceans between
us, my throat still dry
You left me to die in the desert
no kiss goodbye to...
leaves condensation upon my
brow, that which bled now
coagulated, a stroke of luck
Cold roll the beads downward
as so the countenance falls,
cloudless rain besets and
will not be absorbed
Though the crucifixion imagined
the nails hurt none the less
and I without a Magdalena cry
myself to sleep
The ache of bone beneath
aged flesh speaks to a well
travelled road, oceans between
us, my throat still dry
You left me to die in the desert
no kiss goodbye to...
#death
#grief
#rejection #suffering
#rejection #suffering
26 reads
10 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
35 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 10:03pm
12th Dec 2024 10:03pm
My 2.5 Children
#abuse
#children
#suffering
36 reads
3 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 9:49am
18th Dec 2024 9:49am
Migraine
MIGRAINE
When the
words spin
I can not write...
I sleep and
enter the
nightmares...
...inhuman dead hands touching me
places I don't give permission...
never is permission given!
Fingers are worms...
stench makes me want
to hurl stomach contents...
...stomach is acid...
full of fear.
I'M FREEZING!
Monsters come
and take what they want -
as they have always done.
I have no fight left...
further scarred...
further scared -
Maybe I'll...
When the
words spin
I can not write...
I sleep and
enter the
nightmares...
...inhuman dead hands touching me
places I don't give permission...
never is permission given!
Fingers are worms...
stench makes me want
to hurl stomach contents...
...stomach is acid...
full of fear.
I'M FREEZING!
Monsters come
and take what they want -
as they have always done.
I have no fight left...
further scarred...
further scared -
Maybe I'll...
#hurt
#MentalHealth
#suffering
36 reads
2 Comments
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