Long Poems About Suffering
#suffering
Long poems about suffering. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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
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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
71 reads
4 Comments
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 3:52pm
4th Jan 2025 3:52pm
Down The Rabbit Hole Of My Trauma And Nightmares (Chapter 2)
#PTSD
#suffering
33 reads
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 8:41pm
26th Dec 2024 8:41pm
So Many Voices...
#lies
#manipulation
#shadows #suffering
#shadows #suffering
40 reads
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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 #PTSD
#suffering #PTSD
38 reads
2 Comments
Onyxceila
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 2:50am
28th Nov 2024 2:50am
Veiled Love
The true depths of selfishness
I had never touched
Until I met you
Never feeling its cuts,
I could never have knew
Just how bladed it was
Victim after victim, a gluttonous lust
Seeming to serve you all that you want
While feeding on your primal thoughts
Stripping the essence from all that you love
Instilling the eternal instinct of one
caught in the grip of sadness
I was dragged into a fiery realm
my tears white with phosphorus
Burning holes through my skin as they fell
These iron chains
Forged...
I had never touched
Until I met you
Never feeling its cuts,
I could never have knew
Just how bladed it was
Victim after victim, a gluttonous lust
Seeming to serve you all that you want
While feeding on your primal thoughts
Stripping the essence from all that you love
Instilling the eternal instinct of one
caught in the grip of sadness
I was dragged into a fiery realm
my tears white with phosphorus
Burning holes through my skin as they fell
These iron chains
Forged...
#bittersweet
#courage
#heartbroken
#nightmares
#suffering
133 reads
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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
100 reads
1 Comment
Beholder
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 00:50am
11th Nov 2024 00:50am
Until Death Dick Them Apart
#revenge
#sex
#suffering
111 reads
6 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 7:54pm
28th Oct 2024 7:54pm
The Marionette and the Puppeteer
Having fun on his own, the puppeteer wanted any toy to pass the time with—a plaything for his lecherous mind. There, he noticed the puppet sleeping soundly in the same room—the perfect doll, he thought.
At first, it began with stolen glances and grazes across her figure. Then, when the lights were turned off and everyone was asleep, his show started, and his costume was on, designed to do tricks for her—tricks she had never felt before, and neither did she want to feel.
Paralyzed, lying like a corpse as he fastened the strings around her wrists, joints, and limbs, she...
At first, it began with stolen glances and grazes across her figure. Then, when the lights were turned off and everyone was asleep, his show started, and his costume was on, designed to do tricks for her—tricks she had never felt before, and neither did she want to feel.
Paralyzed, lying like a corpse as he fastened the strings around her wrists, joints, and limbs, she...
#dark
#manipulation
#suffering
#suicide
#violence
137 reads
Wordsmith
Poem Published
1st Oct 2024 9:33am
1st Oct 2024 9:33am
Unshackled Yet Enchained (Nigeria's Cry)
October 1st, a day of claimed pride,
Nigeria's independence, a partial stride,
From colonial chains, we broke the mold,
But subtle bonds remain, our progress to hold.
The masters left, but their systems stay,
Institutions rigged, to keep us at bay,
Economic strings, pulled from afar,
Our resources exploited, like a scar.
Foreign powers meddle, with hidden hands,
Influencing policies, that grip our lands,
IMF and World Bank, with conditional ties,
Shackling our growth, with debt's disguise.
Our leaders, puppets on a...
Nigeria's independence, a partial stride,
From colonial chains, we broke the mold,
But subtle bonds remain, our progress to hold.
The masters left, but their systems stay,
Institutions rigged, to keep us at bay,
Economic strings, pulled from afar,
Our resources exploited, like a scar.
Foreign powers meddle, with hidden hands,
Influencing policies, that grip our lands,
IMF and World Bank, with conditional ties,
Shackling our growth, with debt's disguise.
Our leaders, puppets on a...
#freedom
#HumanRights
#politics
#suffering
#tragedy
84 reads
1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 10:10pm
2nd Sep 2024 10:10pm
She calls him her boyfriend, he calls her to f**k
She likes him because she could see his deep-seeded hatred for women
Every time they have sex, he thought of himself as some kind of slick con-man, managing to talk his way into her panties
He feels like a safe cracker
He knows this is his game and he's in complete control
He only visits her at her place
She's never been to his place, let alone not even sure on what town he lives in
He never bothers to ask her for her name or even age
He's been seeing her for about 4 years
She has no friends and no one she can trust, except him
She has a child who...
Every time they have sex, he thought of himself as some kind of slick con-man, managing to talk his way into her panties
He feels like a safe cracker
He knows this is his game and he's in complete control
He only visits her at her place
She's never been to his place, let alone not even sure on what town he lives in
He never bothers to ask her for her name or even age
He's been seeing her for about 4 years
She has no friends and no one she can trust, except him
She has a child who...
#emotional
#hurt
#loneliness
#sex
#suffering
221 reads
8 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 4:45pm
18th Aug 2024 4:45pm
STILL ON THE PLANTATION
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ that will affect you in ways that you could never truly understand, how much of what I say is the truth that subconsciously reaches into the deepness of your own mind thoughts. 🧐 For example it's something that goes far beyond this world in which one is living within now. 😞 YET it is a fact of what our lives are now and yet we still were not free, for we as slaves was set free by the same individuals, that held us in chains as our master the overseers of our lives. 🤨 Let's not forget about the hanging...
#abuse
#FeelingTrapped
#ignorance
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
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