Long Poems About Suffering
#suffering
Long poems about suffering. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Mercurial
Poem Published
28th Dec 2023 3:44pm
28th Dec 2023 3:44pm
The addiction
Somewhere in time and space,
Someone saw what shouldn’t be seen,
Filled the demand on the world’s most powerful desire,
A trap that is very hard to escape, burning more than fire.
In self exploration, you eat without eating,
Like a dog salivating without feeding,
Craving for more, ready to crash anything that obscures vision,
Staring upon glass, like narcissus adoring his own reflection.
After many days of hunger and lust,
They were enticed to cut their bodies last,
Eat their own flesh and blood, they couldn’t endure no more, ...
Someone saw what shouldn’t be seen,
Filled the demand on the world’s most powerful desire,
A trap that is very hard to escape, burning more than fire.
In self exploration, you eat without eating,
Like a dog salivating without feeding,
Craving for more, ready to crash anything that obscures vision,
Staring upon glass, like narcissus adoring his own reflection.
After many days of hunger and lust,
They were enticed to cut their bodies last,
Eat their own flesh and blood, they couldn’t endure no more, ...
#lust
#dark
#greed #suffering
#greed #suffering
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BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 1:45pm
3rd Nov 2023 1:45pm
your feelings don't matter
There's something so fucking hollow
In knowing you won't be at the top
Of my message lists anywhere anymore
That I'll never share with you again
No videos, no memes, and no thoughts
Cutting you out of me will take some time
I won't ruminate about you thinking of me
The possibility that maybe you'll miss me
Just enough to show up at my door
We both know you would never do that
You have never been afraid to lose me
And now I am gone from your presence
How long until your new relationship breaks?
Because of the broken parts in...
In knowing you won't be at the top
Of my message lists anywhere anymore
That I'll never share with you again
No videos, no memes, and no thoughts
Cutting you out of me will take some time
I won't ruminate about you thinking of me
The possibility that maybe you'll miss me
Just enough to show up at my door
We both know you would never do that
You have never been afraid to lose me
And now I am gone from your presence
How long until your new relationship breaks?
Because of the broken parts in...
#sadness
#hate
#UnrequitedLove
#suffering
#hurt
696 reads
7 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
13th Oct 2023 11:54pm
13th Oct 2023 11:54pm
Annette's Reward: A Horror Story
#dark
#corruption
#vampires
#suffering
#horror
123 reads
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KristinaX
Poem Published
27th Sep 2023 00:30am
27th Sep 2023 00:30am
Craving a painful eternity...
The molten sun will spill into the horizon,
And spread with cloying-honey wax.
After a long separation,
I will come again to His cold captivity,
to put on the loops of fetters.
In the eyes of the dialogue, running into infinity,
In the silence there is only a cry of desires and dreams.
We hadn't seen each other for a long time,
this painful eternity, Lost in each other,
as if in a prison.
And time was lost, falling off the cliff,
Only the pulse of a clear knock of the clock crushes.
We will get a chapter from the...
And spread with cloying-honey wax.
After a long separation,
I will come again to His cold captivity,
to put on the loops of fetters.
In the eyes of the dialogue, running into infinity,
In the silence there is only a cry of desires and dreams.
We hadn't seen each other for a long time,
this painful eternity, Lost in each other,
as if in a prison.
And time was lost, falling off the cliff,
Only the pulse of a clear knock of the clock crushes.
We will get a chapter from the...
#lust
#erotic
#BDSM
#vampires
#suffering
707 reads
35 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
6th Sep 2023 12:41pm
6th Sep 2023 12:41pm
The stench of reality and a reminder to wipe up the blood
caught off guard
lamed by bold blistering sting
wretched dire ache
comes in dreaded waves
fuck, how i still burn
still need you
need the tangled longing
hate myself for
craving it
like I do
tears well up
in a hot slide down
red puffy
pissed off cheeks
swinging by nightmarish tenterhooks
reason sways to and fro
speckling me in blood-loss
viscera in bold stark darkness
it's so easy to forget
how we once thrived in pools of light ...
lamed by bold blistering sting
wretched dire ache
comes in dreaded waves
fuck, how i still burn
still need you
need the tangled longing
hate myself for
craving it
like I do
tears well up
in a hot slide down
red puffy
pissed off cheeks
swinging by nightmarish tenterhooks
reason sways to and fro
speckling me in blood-loss
viscera in bold stark darkness
it's so easy to forget
how we once thrived in pools of light ...
#TruthOfLife
#despair
#suffering #dark
#suffering #dark
564 reads
33 Comments
Breedlove
Poem Published
10th Aug 2023 10:22am
10th Aug 2023 10:22am
Heal Yourself
#universe
#suffering
#inequality
165 reads
0 Comments
Breedlove
Poem Published
10th Aug 2023 10:12am
10th Aug 2023 10:12am
Spotlight
#universe
#rap
#suffering
296 reads
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KristinaX
Poem Published
9th Aug 2023 00:30am
9th Aug 2023 00:30am
Twilight's slave
I was sitting in my room so alone.
Tracing the lines, each leading to the next.
Each one may start as a straight line.
But so often a room holds so many secrets.
All those years of accreted injury.
Perhaps blood can be transformed into air.
And the smell of it lingers, at least for you.
Because that was your coping mechanism.
From the crows that fed on your flesh.
They picked at it so sharply, it hurt.
Until eventually it became a need.
And the corners can definitely be brooding.
Especially when the drum beats your hips. ...
Tracing the lines, each leading to the next.
Each one may start as a straight line.
But so often a room holds so many secrets.
All those years of accreted injury.
Perhaps blood can be transformed into air.
And the smell of it lingers, at least for you.
Because that was your coping mechanism.
From the crows that fed on your flesh.
They picked at it so sharply, it hurt.
Until eventually it became a need.
And the corners can definitely be brooding.
Especially when the drum beats your hips. ...
#childhood
#abuse
#SelfReflection
#suffering
#SelfWorth
715 reads
47 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
8th Aug 2023 1:12am
8th Aug 2023 1:12am
Reminders of Why I Strive and What I Strive For
- Reminders of Why I Strive and What I Strive For -
Being a personal journey of mine, from some of the early stages of my life to those that came after.
So, you may well ask when it began for me... the realization that I had changed, become something a great deal different than I used to be. Was it when I was sixteen years old and had to deal with the loss of the first girl I ever loved, Andrea? Maybe. Or perhaps it was following the eight years in which I did spend a great, tremendous amount of time trying to figure out who I was, and what was left of me, after the...
Being a personal journey of mine, from some of the early stages of my life to those that came after.
So, you may well ask when it began for me... the realization that I had changed, become something a great deal different than I used to be. Was it when I was sixteen years old and had to deal with the loss of the first girl I ever loved, Andrea? Maybe. Or perhaps it was following the eight years in which I did spend a great, tremendous amount of time trying to figure out who I was, and what was left of me, after the...
#strength
#family
#corruption
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
8th Aug 2023 1:08am
8th Aug 2023 1:08am
Reminders of How I Changed and Why it was Inevitable
- Reminders of How I Changed and Why it was Inevitable -
Being a personal journey of mine, from some of the early stages of my life to those that came after.
Let me tell you a joke! Stop me if you have ever heard this one. Ready? Good! So, there are these two women and one of them is pregnant for her first child. She's a conservative, right-wing Christian who is anti-abortion and all that. She's also a Karen. You know the type. She meets a left-wing liberal in a bar, and the two women get to talking. The liberal woman asks her: “So where is your husband?” since she...
Being a personal journey of mine, from some of the early stages of my life to those that came after.
Let me tell you a joke! Stop me if you have ever heard this one. Ready? Good! So, there are these two women and one of them is pregnant for her first child. She's a conservative, right-wing Christian who is anti-abortion and all that. She's also a Karen. You know the type. She meets a left-wing liberal in a bar, and the two women get to talking. The liberal woman asks her: “So where is your husband?” since she...
#anger
#childhood
#abuse
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
424 reads
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2023 4:01am
2nd Aug 2023 4:01am
Liberated Madness
- Liberated Madness -
The whispers in the dark keep reminding me of dark hurts...
the voices, of all those who have made me cry, remembered.
So many times I cut myself until the blood did even squirt,
because I longed to see those who harmed me dismembered.
The cuts healed, but the memories of past tragedies remain,
until I laugh when I mean to cry, and cry when I should laugh.
Did they want to make me a monster, through so much pain,
those who bullied me and tortured me with such hellish craft?
Is this why I have such adoration for...
The whispers in the dark keep reminding me of dark hurts...
the voices, of all those who have made me cry, remembered.
So many times I cut myself until the blood did even squirt,
because I longed to see those who harmed me dismembered.
The cuts healed, but the memories of past tragedies remain,
until I laugh when I mean to cry, and cry when I should laugh.
Did they want to make me a monster, through so much pain,
those who bullied me and tortured me with such hellish craft?
Is this why I have such adoration for...
#love
#courage
#dark
#children
#suffering
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2 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2023 3:32am
2nd Aug 2023 3:32am
A Villain's Wisdom
- A Villain's Wisdom -
What sort of world is this, that these words,
ring more true with each and every passing hour?
Hate has become more common than is love,
and one is called evil because they are different!
My only crime is that I am unusual and unique,
whilst for that there are those who wish me dead.
In society today, there is much that is absurd,
a society that robs the marginalized of their power.
Good balance is lost; no as below as is above,
whilst the world burns beneath the very firmament!
Too many hands...
What sort of world is this, that these words,
ring more true with each and every passing hour?
Hate has become more common than is love,
and one is called evil because they are different!
My only crime is that I am unusual and unique,
whilst for that there are those who wish me dead.
In society today, there is much that is absurd,
a society that robs the marginalized of their power.
Good balance is lost; no as below as is above,
whilst the world burns beneath the very firmament!
Too many hands...
#love
#dark
#children
#rebirth
#suffering
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