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.
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
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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
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Petrified Tears
If I turn to salt
it will be petrified tears" ~ Joy Harjo
Cry until the tears dry
that seems to be
my way
my modus operandi
Crystals of fine salt
leave their faint trace
down my face
proof of my pain
Like some briny rain
washing down on me
never letting me be
for the heart does love its ache
Just another sad song
for me to sing along
with and without
any need of a duet
Never wanting to forget
the cost of all I have lost
down through the years
tallied up...
it will be petrified tears" ~ Joy Harjo
Cry until the tears dry
that seems to be
my way
my modus operandi
Crystals of fine salt
leave their faint trace
down my face
proof of my pain
Like some briny rain
washing down on me
never letting me be
for the heart does love its ache
Just another sad song
for me to sing along
with and without
any need of a duet
Never wanting to forget
the cost of all I have lost
down through the years
tallied up...
#sadness
#depression
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#suffering
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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
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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
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That Woman In The Picture... She's Really You... Is She?!
I just bought it, Honey.
It would be a perfect conversation piece.
You okay, Sweetie? Look pale.
It would be a perfect conversation piece.
You okay, Sweetie? Look pale.
#art
#dialogue
#fiction
#ignorance
#suffering
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Scarful
"Scars are sounevirs you
never lose" ~ The Goo Goo Dolls
It can no longer be denied
how I hide mine inside
except for these few
which I sport out into view
Tattoos that I gave myself
more than artwork upon a shelf
each requiring a deft hand
and a deeper heart to understand
Pain is its own poetry
with blood its sole currency
meant to generously spilled
then masterfully quilled
Not just confessional in name
I embrace the dwindling flame
as this taper still...
never lose" ~ The Goo Goo Dolls
It can no longer be denied
how I hide mine inside
except for these few
which I sport out into view
Tattoos that I gave myself
more than artwork upon a shelf
each requiring a deft hand
and a deeper heart to understand
Pain is its own poetry
with blood its sole currency
meant to generously spilled
then masterfully quilled
Not just confessional in name
I embrace the dwindling flame
as this taper still...
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#suffering
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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
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Atone
Sometimes it does seem
this way
as I bear the day
carry my assigned load
No sackcloth or ash
for my lone perdition
the price of my erudition
the price of my growth
As I catalogue each sin
knowing where to begin
where to end
while I carry my cross
An inscription I emboss
for all to see
the penitence of me
now fully on display
Discarding the shame
shedding the blame
as I now reemerge
while my fate does converge
this way
as I bear the day
carry my assigned load
No sackcloth or ash
for my lone perdition
the price of my erudition
the price of my growth
As I catalogue each sin
knowing where to begin
where to end
while I carry my cross
An inscription I emboss
for all to see
the penitence of me
now fully on display
Discarding the shame
shedding the blame
as I now reemerge
while my fate does converge
#confessional
#suffering
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6 Comments
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
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3 Comments
Tipping Point
What does it truly take
either a flood or a quake
to undo
all of the once done
Throw things off kilter
not letting the mind filter
the stream of flow
what it hopes to know
Images then flee
ideas no longer free
to be followed
as they dash helter-skelter
Like some summer swelter
melting the iron beams
all that it seems
to now unbecome ...
Now no longer...
either a flood or a quake
to undo
all of the once done
Throw things off kilter
not letting the mind filter
the stream of flow
what it hopes to know
Images then flee
ideas no longer free
to be followed
as they dash helter-skelter
Like some summer swelter
melting the iron beams
all that it seems
to now unbecome ...
Now no longer...
#death
#tragedy
#suffering
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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
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Suffering