Poems about Suffering
#suffering
Poems about suffering, physical or mental pain. Emotional poems about personal suffering, or those who are suffering in society.
Lilliputian
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 10:10pm
9th Dec 2024 10:10pm
To Go Above
In a race with shadows,
Surging forward to go above,
Only to stumble back and collapse.
Obsidian murkiness looming over
My crawling reptilia,
Engulfed by an umbra,
Its tendrils of twisting billows
Invading me whole.
In the palm of its hand, consumed,
Lacerated from within.
Raising a white flag to this futile defeat.
Surging forward to go above,
Only to stumble back and collapse.
Obsidian murkiness looming over
My crawling reptilia,
Engulfed by an umbra,
Its tendrils of twisting billows
Invading me whole.
In the palm of its hand, consumed,
Lacerated from within.
Raising a white flag to this futile defeat.
#despair
#suffering
106 reads
oldmanG
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 4:04am
9th Dec 2024 4:04am
Quake in Aleppo
Quake in Aleppo
The ground shook
And the earth stood up
Wihile the world watched
But no help will come to Aleppo
Cause a tyrant rules
With his russian fools
No help comes to Aleppo
As history crumbles
A land steeped in history
People in misery
Propped up leader assad
Is a puppet of Putin
2 year old boy buried in rubble
But he’s not saved by rubles
Or by Wagner ruthlessly
Killing the innocent’s
Puppet can’t protect his citizens
Propped up by thugs and thieves ...
The ground shook
And the earth stood up
Wihile the world watched
But no help will come to Aleppo
Cause a tyrant rules
With his russian fools
No help comes to Aleppo
As history crumbles
A land steeped in history
People in misery
Propped up leader assad
Is a puppet of Putin
2 year old boy buried in rubble
But he’s not saved by rubles
Or by Wagner ruthlessly
Killing the innocent’s
Puppet can’t protect his citizens
Propped up by thugs and thieves ...
#bittersweet
#sadness
#suffering
66 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 10:39am
4th Dec 2024 10:39am
The Painful Train Ride
On the LIRR to Penn Station
Hot
Thick
I can smell myself
The floor is covered with garbage
I see a girl on the platform when we stop at the next town
I wish
I wish I could lift myself from this seat and touch her
I don't want to break her arm though
Do you want to know me?
My pain would crush your rib cage
I could love you
I wish I could stop running
Hot
Thick
I can smell myself
The floor is covered with garbage
I see a girl on the platform when we stop at the next town
I wish
I wish I could lift myself from this seat and touch her
I don't want to break her arm though
Do you want to know me?
My pain would crush your rib cage
I could love you
I wish I could stop running
#anxiety
#courage
#fear
#love
#suffering
115 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 10:53am
2nd Dec 2024 10:53am
Pulverize Human Dignity
Flesh Violated
Gore On The Sheets
Crying Remains
Fragmented Self-Esteem
Pulverize Human Dignity
A Crucial Experience
Frayed Personalities
Godforsaken Rites
Cleansing Remains
Feelings Aren't Important
Gorgeousness And Health
Crying Remains
They Take Your Lust
They Take Your Pride
They Pierce And Stitch And Scorch You
And Leave You Scarred For Life
Mutilated And Traumatized
Free Like A Bird
Gun In The Mouth
Calm The Remains
Gore On The Sheets
Crying Remains
Fragmented Self-Esteem
Pulverize Human Dignity
A Crucial Experience
Frayed Personalities
Godforsaken Rites
Cleansing Remains
Feelings Aren't Important
Gorgeousness And Health
Crying Remains
They Take Your Lust
They Take Your Pride
They Pierce And Stitch And Scorch You
And Leave You Scarred For Life
Mutilated And Traumatized
Free Like A Bird
Gun In The Mouth
Calm The Remains
#abuse
#deception
#manipulation
#oppression
#suffering
100 reads
6 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 4:20pm
30th Nov 2024 4:20pm
Delving into past memories like a hand deep in the biscuit tin
I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre
Never really been one for seeing a therapist, this bleeding of ink being my preferred method.
However embellished or not they may be, remembering. Never let the truth get in the way of a good yarn.
When ones muse, is the literal picking at scars. Well its relatable and understandable how the truth can sometimes gets blurred.
Smoking, that guiding light to the final coffin nail. That said there is something soothing...
― Jean-Paul Sartre
Never really been one for seeing a therapist, this bleeding of ink being my preferred method.
However embellished or not they may be, remembering. Never let the truth get in the way of a good yarn.
When ones muse, is the literal picking at scars. Well its relatable and understandable how the truth can sometimes gets blurred.
Smoking, that guiding light to the final coffin nail. That said there is something soothing...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD #suffering
#PTSD #suffering
123 reads
4 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
142 reads
0 Comments
Kendall_Cliche4
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 5:06pm
26th Nov 2024 5:06pm
Has the
Has the ceiling ever looked at you,
And lifted itself up more?
Has the vent ever seen your shivers,
And closed its warm healing doors?
Has the moon ever heard your tears,
And hidden behind a cloud?
Has the loneliness ever found you,
When you were in a large crowd?
Has your heart ever skipped a beat,
When you thought of those who left?
Has your family ever turned you down,
For all the secrets you’ve kept?
Has the blanket ever made you cold,
As punishment for your tears?
Has the figure in the closet ever acted...
And lifted itself up more?
Has the vent ever seen your shivers,
And closed its warm healing doors?
Has the moon ever heard your tears,
And hidden behind a cloud?
Has the loneliness ever found you,
When you were in a large crowd?
Has your heart ever skipped a beat,
When you thought of those who left?
Has your family ever turned you down,
For all the secrets you’ve kept?
Has the blanket ever made you cold,
As punishment for your tears?
Has the figure in the closet ever acted...
#despair
#family
#sadness #suffering
#sadness #suffering
77 reads
0 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 8:36pm
25th Nov 2024 8:36pm
Bleeding Tears
My mind’s mouth kept me awake
Thoughts dripping with acidic words
A language meant to gash my being
As I watched myself bleeding tears
Echoes ringing within my head
A cacophony of whys and what ifs
Like a siren blaring over and over
With a piper, seeking to be heard
Serving myself on a dish
For my nerves to chew into pieces
Then spew my bitter leftovers
Until I fell asleep with a distant wish
Thoughts dripping with acidic words
A language meant to gash my being
As I watched myself bleeding tears
Echoes ringing within my head
A cacophony of whys and what ifs
Like a siren blaring over and over
With a piper, seeking to be heard
Serving myself on a dish
For my nerves to chew into pieces
Then spew my bitter leftovers
Until I fell asleep with a distant wish
#anxiety
#despair
#suffering
166 reads
ChaosScripted
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 6:12am
24th Nov 2024 6:12am
“Waiting”
Waiting with insomnia,
My companion to the end.
Eyes closed, heart in pieces;
Too many to mend.
Racing thoughts, going so slow;
Dreams lost, couldn’t find my way.
Gave up long ago-
In supplication I pray.
A path with purpose;
A burden too great.
Dejected and hopeless
I carry this weight.
Unable to understand,
Or misunderstood.
Intention’s become blurred;
Beginning to question what’s good.
Half truths and trusting smiles;
Love laced with complete lies.
Spreading stain of deception
Bleeding before...
My companion to the end.
Eyes closed, heart in pieces;
Too many to mend.
Racing thoughts, going so slow;
Dreams lost, couldn’t find my way.
Gave up long ago-
In supplication I pray.
A path with purpose;
A burden too great.
Dejected and hopeless
I carry this weight.
Unable to understand,
Or misunderstood.
Intention’s become blurred;
Beginning to question what’s good.
Half truths and trusting smiles;
Love laced with complete lies.
Spreading stain of deception
Bleeding before...
#despair
#LifeStruggles
#misunderstood
#suffering
#suicide
169 reads
7 Comments
cantocinque
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 8:50pm
17th Nov 2024 8:50pm
Put Out the Fire
my life with you
hopelessly
embroiled in
affairs of heart
words enflame sorrow
screaming from bell jars
deafened through routine
our survival strategy
denies you me us
hopelessly
embroiled in
affairs of heart
words enflame sorrow
screaming from bell jars
deafened through routine
our survival strategy
denies you me us
#hurt
#love
#passion
#rejection
#suffering
104 reads
0 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 10:35pm
16th Nov 2024 10:35pm
Coup(unseen)
Coup(unseen)
There was a coup unseen
In beautiful Myanmar
Democracy ruined by a junta
Coup de tat sounds kinda nice
Till the bullet tears an innocent
Soul open
Happened two years ago
But the world hasn’t noticed
Too busy with invasions and
covid and disinformation
Half a world away
On the other side
What we don’t see
We don’t seem to feel
They are wanting the same things
We’re really not that different
Not the same customs or culture
But deep inside crack us open
And...
There was a coup unseen
In beautiful Myanmar
Democracy ruined by a junta
Coup de tat sounds kinda nice
Till the bullet tears an innocent
Soul open
Happened two years ago
But the world hasn’t noticed
Too busy with invasions and
covid and disinformation
Half a world away
On the other side
What we don’t see
We don’t seem to feel
They are wanting the same things
We’re really not that different
Not the same customs or culture
But deep inside crack us open
And...
#apocalypse
#shadows
#silence
#suffering
#tragedy
63 reads
0 Comments
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
113 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Poems about Suffering
