Popular Poems About Suffering
#suffering
Popular poems about suffering. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
Together and Not
We’re all here
Together
Yet separate
Each of us
Lost in some way
Because we don’t
Choose love
Together
Yet separate
Each of us
Lost in some way
Because we don’t
Choose love
#choices
#suffering
#hate
#morality
#CallToAction
155 reads
25 Comments
each day hurts
unfortunately,
i feel
just as
i look,
the sun
comes up,
hours pass
and then
the moon
waves,
another
morning
and things
haven't
changed,
my body
in pain,
i feel
it there
to greet
me each
new day.
i feel
just as
i look,
the sun
comes up,
hours pass
and then
the moon
waves,
another
morning
and things
haven't
changed,
my body
in pain,
i feel
it there
to greet
me each
new day.
#disability
#emotional
#illness
#suffering
#vulnerability
60 reads
7 Comments
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
86 reads
6 Comments
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
74 reads
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
63 reads
6 Comments
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
129 reads
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
85 reads
4 Comments
Food For Thought
It feels like I've come back to life
after several days of death or dying.
How spiteful the stomach and mind were to join forces and bring me to my knees, sapping energy and twisting rationality.
Individually, they are manageable,but when they gang up, they make a formidable foe.
It wasn't always like this but depression or suffering of any sort, leaves permanent scar tissue,weak spots in the soul, that are easily exploited by loose discursive thoughts and a gut that's out of whack.
Anyhow.
I believe, the more you suffer, the less you...
after several days of death or dying.
How spiteful the stomach and mind were to join forces and bring me to my knees, sapping energy and twisting rationality.
Individually, they are manageable,but when they gang up, they make a formidable foe.
It wasn't always like this but depression or suffering of any sort, leaves permanent scar tissue,weak spots in the soul, that are easily exploited by loose discursive thoughts and a gut that's out of whack.
Anyhow.
I believe, the more you suffer, the less you...
#suffering
34 reads
2 Comments
Espejo
Distracted by
Distraught interactions
with others who don’t understand
nor do they care
nor do I care if
who gives a shit?
Rambling on again and again
to somehow heal
through an idiot’s catharsis
Believing in something
to believe in something
to feel a reason
to keep on believing
that life is worth living
but in the end
all the same bullshit
just painted a different color
Join their party?
Why would I?
Well
of course I...
Distraught interactions
with others who don’t understand
nor do they care
nor do I care if
who gives a shit?
Rambling on again and again
to somehow heal
through an idiot’s catharsis
Believing in something
to believe in something
to feel a reason
to keep on believing
that life is worth living
but in the end
all the same bullshit
just painted a different color
Join their party?
Why would I?
Well
of course I...
#confessional
#FreeVerse
#StreamOfConsciousness
#suffering
#TruthOfLife
66 reads
2 Comments
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