Long Poems About Suffering
#suffering
Long poems about suffering. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
TrueLover
Meganne
Meganne
Poem Published
17th Jul 2023 9:12am
17th Jul 2023 9:12am
I found myself when they left
You found some body new.
I found somebody too.
The spirit that you crushed when you walked out the door.
The broken little girl you left cying on the floor.
The woman who deserved the world, but you don’t love her anymore.
The pretty little flower you never had time to water.
“It’s already dead so why would you bother.”
Don’t say that you’re sorry cuz I wouldn’t believe you.
Don’t ever come back cuz I’ll never need you.
I spent all my time picking up the pieces that you left behind.
While you found...
I found somebody too.
The spirit that you crushed when you walked out the door.
The broken little girl you left cying on the floor.
The woman who deserved the world, but you don’t love her anymore.
The pretty little flower you never had time to water.
“It’s already dead so why would you bother.”
Don’t say that you’re sorry cuz I wouldn’t believe you.
Don’t ever come back cuz I’ll never need you.
I spent all my time picking up the pieces that you left behind.
While you found...
#strength
#MentalHealth
#suffering #hurt
#suffering #hurt
374 reads
6 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
5th Jul 2023 1:49am
5th Jul 2023 1:49am
Ancient Memories: The Matriarch's New Pet
#oppression
#memories
#aliens
#suffering
#horror
181 reads
0 Comments
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
17th May 2023 5:59pm
17th May 2023 5:59pm
Staying Silent
#conflict
#abuse
#suffering #DomesticViolence
#suffering #DomesticViolence
258 reads
3 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
15th May 2023 11:14pm
15th May 2023 11:14pm
norovirus and other falsifications
I said it was the stomach flu.
I lied.
Because I can’t
with
people today,
and I can’t
with me today,
and today
I can’t, I can’t
I can’tcan’tcan’tncannnt
A loud sob-cry escapes me,
it's an ugly sound
my voice is hoarse and wet
the pile of tissues,
little parachutes of snot and regret,
both worth about the same
when it comes to it
stares at me from the floor
as I’m curled on top of the
quilted comforter
crying into a teal...
I lied.
Because I can’t
with
people today,
and I can’t
with me today,
and today
I can’t, I can’t
I can’tcan’tcan’tncannnt
A loud sob-cry escapes me,
it's an ugly sound
my voice is hoarse and wet
the pile of tissues,
little parachutes of snot and regret,
both worth about the same
when it comes to it
stares at me from the floor
as I’m curled on top of the
quilted comforter
crying into a teal...
#love
#regret
#suffering #separation
#suffering #separation
555 reads
21 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
15th Mar 2023 7:32pm
15th Mar 2023 7:32pm
Tiny truths... in glimpses
I want to shrink down
slither deep inside
warm myself
until I'm dripping
of your sweet mastery
Smile through welcomed howls
try to still
as the sear burns
into each cell
Fusing
two
to one
Divinity and destiny
beautifully procreate—
birth a new life
In understanding the needs of the flesh;
The ying and yang
of our power exchange
How desire's rippled current electrifies!
My knees wobble
I'm a new babe ...
slither deep inside
warm myself
until I'm dripping
of your sweet mastery
Smile through welcomed howls
try to still
as the sear burns
into each cell
Fusing
two
to one
Divinity and destiny
beautifully procreate—
birth a new life
In understanding the needs of the flesh;
The ying and yang
of our power exchange
How desire's rippled current electrifies!
My knees wobble
I'm a new babe ...
#lust
#BDSM
#confessional
#suffering
#love
1008 reads
58 Comments
Thesilverymoon
Poem Published
14th Mar 2023 6:18am
14th Mar 2023 6:18am
God
God is the guy you talk to
When you are on the bog
clutching your belly
as the pain grips
and the sweat drips
and you pray for swift recovery
from the pangs of filth and misery
generated from your own pile of shit
God is the guy who tells you outright
“you fucked up”
but you find it hard to ask for redemption
You have royally fucked someone
They didn’t deserve it
And god decides you won’t get away with it
You need to face the consequence
And drown in your own fabicrated defence
God is the boy...
When you are on the bog
clutching your belly
as the pain grips
and the sweat drips
and you pray for swift recovery
from the pangs of filth and misery
generated from your own pile of shit
God is the guy who tells you outright
“you fucked up”
but you find it hard to ask for redemption
You have royally fucked someone
They didn’t deserve it
And god decides you won’t get away with it
You need to face the consequence
And drown in your own fabicrated defence
God is the boy...
#love
#war
#God #suffering
#God #suffering
366 reads
5 Comments
TrueLover
Meganne
Meganne
Poem Published
9th Mar 2023 2:54am
9th Mar 2023 2:54am
A longing to be loved
Mom is beautiful.
And dad is strong.
I know that’s where I get it from.
But, I don’t want to be them.
Wearing scars on my wrist like break crumbs.
They never even noticed them.
Refused to acknowledge that I was broken.
Always happy is what they’re hoping for.
But people are made for more.
I don’t wanna loose them.
But they don’t want me when I’m numb.
They don’t love the person that I’ve become.
They’re apart of me, whether they like it or not.
Who I am was developed by what I was taught.
...
And dad is strong.
I know that’s where I get it from.
But, I don’t want to be them.
Wearing scars on my wrist like break crumbs.
They never even noticed them.
Refused to acknowledge that I was broken.
Always happy is what they’re hoping for.
But people are made for more.
I don’t wanna loose them.
But they don’t want me when I’m numb.
They don’t love the person that I’ve become.
They’re apart of me, whether they like it or not.
Who I am was developed by what I was taught.
...
#loneliness
#FeelingLost
#suffering #hurt
#suffering #hurt
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Luvmeh
Dimitris
Dimitris
Poem Published
26th Feb 2023 3:09am
26th Feb 2023 3:09am
Undecided
Living on the edge of time
Poking holes hoping for the light to shine
Theres forks and knives but spoons are all you care
People going in circles you reach out but no one is there
Starstruck fell in love with one stare
Fallen left alone she's always there
True love blinding everything's just
Eyes full of tears and stomach full of lust
Time is messed up all hours are the same
Relentless effort for a prize to claim
Days months years blend in fall like rain
Crawling through a dream denying the...
Poking holes hoping for the light to shine
Theres forks and knives but spoons are all you care
People going in circles you reach out but no one is there
Starstruck fell in love with one stare
Fallen left alone she's always there
True love blinding everything's just
Eyes full of tears and stomach full of lust
Time is messed up all hours are the same
Relentless effort for a prize to claim
Days months years blend in fall like rain
Crawling through a dream denying the...
#hate
#dark
#greed
#rap
#suffering
989 reads
1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
21st Feb 2023 10:59pm
21st Feb 2023 10:59pm
Dark Valentine
I bought for my love a Valentine’s card
shaped like a heart and frilled with lace,
a corny bit of doggerel inside
to show that I’m thinking of him.
The normalcy of that simple gesture
thrills me when, alone, I sit and think
about what’s brought me here, the single love
that could have saved my soul.
The rage relaxes then, a white dove
settles on my breast. Reposed in this dark flat,
I look out through the skylight and
am ready for another day. He’s not replied,
of course. It’s been eight years since I started. ...
shaped like a heart and frilled with lace,
a corny bit of doggerel inside
to show that I’m thinking of him.
The normalcy of that simple gesture
thrills me when, alone, I sit and think
about what’s brought me here, the single love
that could have saved my soul.
The rage relaxes then, a white dove
settles on my breast. Reposed in this dark flat,
I look out through the skylight and
am ready for another day. He’s not replied,
of course. It’s been eight years since I started. ...
#love
#abuse
#suffering #DomesticViolence
#suffering #DomesticViolence
290 reads
3 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
31st Dec 2022 11:10pm
31st Dec 2022 11:10pm
Haile Selassie Is Not God
Rastafarians will feel animosity towards the author of this composition.
Emperor Haile Selassie was a wicked and corrupt ruler, not God.
He did not care about the underprivileged people of Ethiopia.
Millions of Negroes starved and suffered under his oppressive leadership.
The uncivilized Rastas rejoiced that their god was coming for them.
His Imperial Majesty Emperor Haile Selassie I visited Jamaica on April 21, 1966.
And he needed an interpreter to translate between English and his tongue.
What kind of god does not understand the language of...
Emperor Haile Selassie was a wicked and corrupt ruler, not God.
He did not care about the underprivileged people of Ethiopia.
Millions of Negroes starved and suffered under his oppressive leadership.
The uncivilized Rastas rejoiced that their god was coming for them.
His Imperial Majesty Emperor Haile Selassie I visited Jamaica on April 21, 1966.
And he needed an interpreter to translate between English and his tongue.
What kind of god does not understand the language of...
#oppression
#Africa
#religion
#God
#suffering
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13
Poem Published
27th Sep 2022 8:58am
27th Sep 2022 8:58am
The Battle of 10th September
There is a hell hidden within the sinews of the real world
comprised purely of physical suffering.
‘The greater the pleasure, the greater the pain’
Not sure how much merit I can give this statement.
The rise and fall of relief is merely a prologue for the main event.
The grueling torment, stretching seconds into minutes, minutes into hours.
An eternity of violent distress in one night.
Sometimes pain is all there is.
Unable to recall the start, the skirmish was already underway.
A quiet room, stabbed eerily with groans and wails ...
comprised purely of physical suffering.
‘The greater the pleasure, the greater the pain’
Not sure how much merit I can give this statement.
The rise and fall of relief is merely a prologue for the main event.
The grueling torment, stretching seconds into minutes, minutes into hours.
An eternity of violent distress in one night.
Sometimes pain is all there is.
Unable to recall the start, the skirmish was already underway.
A quiet room, stabbed eerily with groans and wails ...
#illness
#suffering
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13
Poem Published
19th Sep 2022 12:06pm
19th Sep 2022 12:06pm
DENV
It was like any autumn afternoon.
High humidity, bright sun. Life bustling as usual.
I was on my way to work when I began to feel the first signs of discomfort. An isolated chill; pins on my bones. A gentle touch was enough to rattle the shield. I couldn’t have known what was to follow. In the middle of my day, the chill had transformed into a full-blown fever. Rising heat. Spiking pain. Every step, a test of strength. It wasn’t my first rodeo so I persisted. Little did I know, that my journey back home was going to introduce me to a new circle of hell.
Crippling pain had...
High humidity, bright sun. Life bustling as usual.
I was on my way to work when I began to feel the first signs of discomfort. An isolated chill; pins on my bones. A gentle touch was enough to rattle the shield. I couldn’t have known what was to follow. In the middle of my day, the chill had transformed into a full-blown fever. Rising heat. Spiking pain. Every step, a test of strength. It wasn’t my first rodeo so I persisted. Little did I know, that my journey back home was going to introduce me to a new circle of hell.
Crippling pain had...
#rain
#memories
#illness
#suffering
#nightmares
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