Poems About Suffering Published by Members Recently Online
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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
108 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2019 00:44am
18th Feb 2019 00:44am
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
#women
#men
#MeToo
#suffering
#desert
719 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2019 00:44am
18th Feb 2019 00:44am
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
#women
#men
#MeToo
#suffering
#desert
719 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2019 00:44am
18th Feb 2019 00:44am
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
#women
#men
#MeToo
#suffering
#desert
719 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2019 00:44am
18th Feb 2019 00:44am
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
#women
#men
#MeToo
#suffering
#desert
719 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2019 00:44am
18th Feb 2019 00:44am
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
An Oasis for a Blue Wisteria Soul
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust.
I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on the wind in my dreams. My name is woman she said. Hold no other God above me. Keep me close to your heart. Never ever deny me. I am your betrothed.
I spoke the words...
#women
#men
#MeToo
#suffering
#desert
719 reads
6 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 2:15pm
10th Apr 2024 2:15pm
Scarful
"Scars are sounevirs you
never lose" ~ The Goo Goo Dolls
It can no longer be denied
how I hide mine inside
except for these few
which I sport out into view
Tattoos that I gave myself
more than artwork upon a shelf
each requiring a deft hand
and a deeper heart to understand
Pain is its own poetry
with blood its sole currency
meant to generously spilled
then masterfully quilled
Not just confessional in name
I embrace the dwindling flame
as this taper still...
never lose" ~ The Goo Goo Dolls
It can no longer be denied
how I hide mine inside
except for these few
which I sport out into view
Tattoos that I gave myself
more than artwork upon a shelf
each requiring a deft hand
and a deeper heart to understand
Pain is its own poetry
with blood its sole currency
meant to generously spilled
then masterfully quilled
Not just confessional in name
I embrace the dwindling flame
as this taper still...
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#suffering
18 reads
8 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 2:15pm
10th Apr 2024 2:15pm
Scarful
"Scars are sounevirs you
never lose" ~ The Goo Goo Dolls
It can no longer be denied
how I hide mine inside
except for these few
which I sport out into view
Tattoos that I gave myself
more than artwork upon a shelf
each requiring a deft hand
and a deeper heart to understand
Pain is its own poetry
with blood its sole currency
meant to generously spilled
then masterfully quilled
Not just confessional in name
I embrace the dwindling flame
as this taper still...
never lose" ~ The Goo Goo Dolls
It can no longer be denied
how I hide mine inside
except for these few
which I sport out into view
Tattoos that I gave myself
more than artwork upon a shelf
each requiring a deft hand
and a deeper heart to understand
Pain is its own poetry
with blood its sole currency
meant to generously spilled
then masterfully quilled
Not just confessional in name
I embrace the dwindling flame
as this taper still...
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#suffering
18 reads
8 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 2:15pm
10th Apr 2024 2:15pm
Scarful
"Scars are sounevirs you
never lose" ~ The Goo Goo Dolls
It can no longer be denied
how I hide mine inside
except for these few
which I sport out into view
Tattoos that I gave myself
more than artwork upon a shelf
each requiring a deft hand
and a deeper heart to understand
Pain is its own poetry
with blood its sole currency
meant to generously spilled
then masterfully quilled
Not just confessional in name
I embrace the dwindling flame
as this taper still...
never lose" ~ The Goo Goo Dolls
It can no longer be denied
how I hide mine inside
except for these few
which I sport out into view
Tattoos that I gave myself
more than artwork upon a shelf
each requiring a deft hand
and a deeper heart to understand
Pain is its own poetry
with blood its sole currency
meant to generously spilled
then masterfully quilled
Not just confessional in name
I embrace the dwindling flame
as this taper still...
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#suffering
18 reads
8 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 2:15pm
10th Apr 2024 2:15pm
Scarful
"Scars are sounevirs you
never lose" ~ The Goo Goo Dolls
It can no longer be denied
how I hide mine inside
except for these few
which I sport out into view
Tattoos that I gave myself
more than artwork upon a shelf
each requiring a deft hand
and a deeper heart to understand
Pain is its own poetry
with blood its sole currency
meant to generously spilled
then masterfully quilled
Not just confessional in name
I embrace the dwindling flame
as this taper still...
never lose" ~ The Goo Goo Dolls
It can no longer be denied
how I hide mine inside
except for these few
which I sport out into view
Tattoos that I gave myself
more than artwork upon a shelf
each requiring a deft hand
and a deeper heart to understand
Pain is its own poetry
with blood its sole currency
meant to generously spilled
then masterfully quilled
Not just confessional in name
I embrace the dwindling flame
as this taper still...
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#suffering
18 reads
8 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 2:15pm
10th Apr 2024 2:15pm
Scarful
"Scars are sounevirs you
never lose" ~ The Goo Goo Dolls
It can no longer be denied
how I hide mine inside
except for these few
which I sport out into view
Tattoos that I gave myself
more than artwork upon a shelf
each requiring a deft hand
and a deeper heart to understand
Pain is its own poetry
with blood its sole currency
meant to generously spilled
then masterfully quilled
Not just confessional in name
I embrace the dwindling flame
as this taper still...
never lose" ~ The Goo Goo Dolls
It can no longer be denied
how I hide mine inside
except for these few
which I sport out into view
Tattoos that I gave myself
more than artwork upon a shelf
each requiring a deft hand
and a deeper heart to understand
Pain is its own poetry
with blood its sole currency
meant to generously spilled
then masterfully quilled
Not just confessional in name
I embrace the dwindling flame
as this taper still...
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#suffering
18 reads
8 Comments
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