Poems About Suffering Published by Members Recently Online
#suffering
olliec
Oliver Cocks
Oliver Cocks
Poem Published
16th May 2024 1:30pm
16th May 2024 1:30pm
Wisdom
Wisdom is a pipe dream.
We are all fools.
We all know everything,
except true knowings.
When we are born,
we bawl and scream,
grope towards the end
of our serene gestation.
So why not
titter, laugh, and smooch?
We are all fools.
We all know everything,
except true knowings.
When we are born,
we bawl and scream,
grope towards the end
of our serene gestation.
So why not
titter, laugh, and smooch?
#dark
#depression
#love
#sadness
#suffering
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olliec
Oliver Cocks
Oliver Cocks
Poem Published
16th May 2024 1:30pm
16th May 2024 1:30pm
Wisdom
Wisdom is a pipe dream.
We are all fools.
We all know everything,
except true knowings.
When we are born,
we bawl and scream,
grope towards the end
of our serene gestation.
So why not
titter, laugh, and smooch?
We are all fools.
We all know everything,
except true knowings.
When we are born,
we bawl and scream,
grope towards the end
of our serene gestation.
So why not
titter, laugh, and smooch?
#dark
#depression
#love
#sadness
#suffering
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0 Comments
olliec
Oliver Cocks
Oliver Cocks
Poem Published
16th May 2024 1:30pm
16th May 2024 1:30pm
Wisdom
Wisdom is a pipe dream.
We are all fools.
We all know everything,
except true knowings.
When we are born,
we bawl and scream,
grope towards the end
of our serene gestation.
So why not
titter, laugh, and smooch?
We are all fools.
We all know everything,
except true knowings.
When we are born,
we bawl and scream,
grope towards the end
of our serene gestation.
So why not
titter, laugh, and smooch?
#dark
#depression
#love
#sadness
#suffering
226 reads
0 Comments
olliec
Oliver Cocks
Oliver Cocks
Poem Published
16th May 2024 1:30pm
16th May 2024 1:30pm
Wisdom
Wisdom is a pipe dream.
We are all fools.
We all know everything,
except true knowings.
When we are born,
we bawl and scream,
grope towards the end
of our serene gestation.
So why not
titter, laugh, and smooch?
We are all fools.
We all know everything,
except true knowings.
When we are born,
we bawl and scream,
grope towards the end
of our serene gestation.
So why not
titter, laugh, and smooch?
#dark
#depression
#love
#sadness
#suffering
226 reads
0 Comments
olliec
Oliver Cocks
Oliver Cocks
Poem Published
16th May 2024 1:30pm
16th May 2024 1:30pm
Wisdom
Wisdom is a pipe dream.
We are all fools.
We all know everything,
except true knowings.
When we are born,
we bawl and scream,
grope towards the end
of our serene gestation.
So why not
titter, laugh, and smooch?
We are all fools.
We all know everything,
except true knowings.
When we are born,
we bawl and scream,
grope towards the end
of our serene gestation.
So why not
titter, laugh, and smooch?
#dark
#depression
#love
#sadness
#suffering
226 reads
0 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 2:10am
15th Dec 2024 2:10am
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
86 reads
7 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 2:10am
15th Dec 2024 2:10am
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
86 reads
7 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 2:10am
15th Dec 2024 2:10am
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
86 reads
7 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 2:10am
15th Dec 2024 2:10am
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
86 reads
7 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 2:10am
15th Dec 2024 2:10am
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
86 reads
7 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 9:59pm
7th Nov 2024 9:59pm
Teenage Vampire
how can you know the distance run
between the longing and the sun…
when I was just a little boy
they caught me with a rat,
about to sink my fangs in it.
the sun slanting between
the houses on that row
to where I crouched beside the hose and bikes
and contemplated blood.
they called me mad
and locked me up
and gave out pills
like sweets on Christmas morn.
they tried to unlock a room in my skull
that would contain the answers to my self.
abandoned at just four years old, ...
between the longing and the sun…
when I was just a little boy
they caught me with a rat,
about to sink my fangs in it.
the sun slanting between
the houses on that row
to where I crouched beside the hose and bikes
and contemplated blood.
they called me mad
and locked me up
and gave out pills
like sweets on Christmas morn.
they tried to unlock a room in my skull
that would contain the answers to my self.
abandoned at just four years old, ...
#murder
#suffering
#teens #vampires
#teens #vampires
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2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 9:59pm
7th Nov 2024 9:59pm
Teenage Vampire
how can you know the distance run
between the longing and the sun…
when I was just a little boy
they caught me with a rat,
about to sink my fangs in it.
the sun slanting between
the houses on that row
to where I crouched beside the hose and bikes
and contemplated blood.
they called me mad
and locked me up
and gave out pills
like sweets on Christmas morn.
they tried to unlock a room in my skull
that would contain the answers to my self.
abandoned at just four years old, ...
between the longing and the sun…
when I was just a little boy
they caught me with a rat,
about to sink my fangs in it.
the sun slanting between
the houses on that row
to where I crouched beside the hose and bikes
and contemplated blood.
they called me mad
and locked me up
and gave out pills
like sweets on Christmas morn.
they tried to unlock a room in my skull
that would contain the answers to my self.
abandoned at just four years old, ...
#murder
#suffering
#teens #vampires
#teens #vampires
83 reads
2 Comments
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