Poems About Suffering by Top Critiquers
#suffering
Poems about suffering by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 8:32pm
19th Jan 2025 8:32pm
Circular Vision Games
The world is lame
Everyday is practically the same
Painful, and hard to explain
In order to live inside your brain
You must go insane
You have to die
Try not to cry
When you bid the world goodbye
You know you have to die to live in here
Circular vision games
Break down in calculated pain
You have to die to get by
To live in the world's eyes
You have to die
So you can look back
Then see yourself wave bye bye
Everyday is practically the same
Painful, and hard to explain
In order to live inside your brain
You must go insane
You have to die
Try not to cry
When you bid the world goodbye
You know you have to die to live in here
Circular vision games
Break down in calculated pain
You have to die to get by
To live in the world's eyes
You have to die
So you can look back
Then see yourself wave bye bye
#apathy
#boredom
#LifeStruggles
#rhyming
#suffering
55 reads
10 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
8th May 2024 1:19pm
8th May 2024 1:19pm
My Pain
Have you ever felt so much pain
that when someone is talking to you
you think of a thousand ways for them to die.
Are you ok?
No but you will not see that on my face
Nerve ending connecting
makes you know you're alive
Shit nerve ending connecting
I want to die
What the Fuuuuuck!
Medication is supposed to numb me
Damn medication not working
Shit I want to crawl out of my skin
"Oh Good morning, welcome, come in."
that when someone is talking to you
you think of a thousand ways for them to die.
Are you ok?
No but you will not see that on my face
Nerve ending connecting
makes you know you're alive
Shit nerve ending connecting
I want to die
What the Fuuuuuck!
Medication is supposed to numb me
Damn medication not working
Shit I want to crawl out of my skin
"Oh Good morning, welcome, come in."
#anger
#suffering
53 reads
16 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 4:23am
8th Sep 2024 4:23am
Sweet Girl
I hurt like Marilyn, always dummying down my intensity
turning down my internal music
so others feel better
such a hefty price for Marilyn
to pay for the looks combined with intelligence
sent to the looney bin
because God forbid you feel too much
it hurts and if I were a reincarnation of her
they would say poor Marilyn still can't get off the dope
I feel a kindred spirit with her
today I imagine she chose to be a nobody
chained to notoriety is no longer for her
in my heart, she flies free
united with the baby...
turning down my internal music
so others feel better
such a hefty price for Marilyn
to pay for the looks combined with intelligence
sent to the looney bin
because God forbid you feel too much
it hurts and if I were a reincarnation of her
they would say poor Marilyn still can't get off the dope
I feel a kindred spirit with her
today I imagine she chose to be a nobody
chained to notoriety is no longer for her
in my heart, she flies free
united with the baby...
#bittersweet
#suffering
#temptation
103 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
15th Oct 2024 5:22pm
15th Oct 2024 5:22pm
THROUGH THESE EYES OF MINE
Through these eyes 👁️👁️ of mine, I've seen many things in plain view of pictures of what I truly see. AS the world that I once knew has really changed in so many way. 😲 That I find it to hard to believe that this is what our future is gonna be. AS the Democrat party has us all involved with their nonsense ignorants of no speech and no freedom of thoughts. 🧐 Yet there is Just a few people's who are not,🤔 able and willing to conceive the truth, that they never truly had your best interest at heart. 💔 Due to the fact that they are...
#corruption
#LifeStruggles
#politics
#StreamOfConsciousness
#suffering
121 reads
4 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 10:44pm
3rd Jan 2025 10:44pm
Pain and Suffering
I feel your pain
No you don't
You feel your pain
Just for a moment I'd like to be inside the body and mind of someone else who is suffering.
To feel their pain.
Pain that words cannot describe or convey.
To see if their pain is remotely like mine.
To offer them my compassion and kindness.
To hold their hand and embrace them.
To tell them ......
I feel your pain
Yes you do
You feel my pain.
No you don't
You feel your pain
Just for a moment I'd like to be inside the body and mind of someone else who is suffering.
To feel their pain.
Pain that words cannot describe or convey.
To see if their pain is remotely like mine.
To offer them my compassion and kindness.
To hold their hand and embrace them.
To tell them ......
I feel your pain
Yes you do
You feel my pain.
#suffering
52 reads
1 Comment
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
20th Aug 2024 5:59pm
20th Aug 2024 5:59pm
Oil Babe
Step in
Chamber 5
Painter on edge
Sins
Blood
Bdsm
Lullabies
Do be afraid
You’ll learn more
Don’t keep me waiting …
Chamber 5
Painter on edge
Sins
Blood
Bdsm
Lullabies
Do be afraid
You’ll learn more
Don’t keep me waiting …
#art
#BDSM
#fear
#lust
#suffering
306 reads
40 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
21st Jun 2024 11:55am
21st Jun 2024 11:55am
Thought Control
What worries you, masters you.... Unknown
Familiar was the squawk of dawn's happy choir.
A cheerfulness so potently dire.
When daily suffering is inescapable
Anguish does not discriminate or label.
A man's belly, barren of bread, aches in pain.
An ache the same,
As the obsession to be desired by the vain.
To the blacksmith of thought, we are the tool.
The mastery of thought is the saving rule.
Familiar was the squawk of dawn's happy choir.
A cheerfulness so potently dire.
When daily suffering is inescapable
Anguish does not discriminate or label.
A man's belly, barren of bread, aches in pain.
An ache the same,
As the obsession to be desired by the vain.
To the blacksmith of thought, we are the tool.
The mastery of thought is the saving rule.
#hope
#suffering
182 reads
18 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 9:49am
18th Dec 2024 9:49am
Migraine
MIGRAINE
When the
words spin
I can not write...
I sleep and
enter the
nightmares...
...inhuman dead hands touching me
places I don't give permission...
never is permission given!
Fingers are worms...
stench makes me want
to hurl stomach contents...
...stomach is acid...
full of fear.
I'M FREEZING!
Monsters come
and take what they want -
as they have always done.
I have no fight left...
further scarred...
further scared -
Maybe I'll...
When the
words spin
I can not write...
I sleep and
enter the
nightmares...
...inhuman dead hands touching me
places I don't give permission...
never is permission given!
Fingers are worms...
stench makes me want
to hurl stomach contents...
...stomach is acid...
full of fear.
I'M FREEZING!
Monsters come
and take what they want -
as they have always done.
I have no fight left...
further scarred...
further scared -
Maybe I'll...
#hurt
#MentalHealth
#suffering
56 reads
2 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2019 4:45pm
23rd Jul 2019 4:45pm
The Albatross
I used to think
those hanging an albatross
around their neck
were serious about penance—
those standing their ground
saying, I refuse to retreat
but will go down with this ship
because that's how much I believe;
or, deeply loved—
because any other behavior
would mean I did not
Yet, sooner or later
some kind rebound lover
bearing gifts and poetry
appears in shining armor;
or, perhaps another...
those hanging an albatross
around their neck
were serious about penance—
those standing their ground
saying, I refuse to retreat
but will go down with this ship
because that's how much I believe;
or, deeply loved—
because any other behavior
would mean I did not
Yet, sooner or later
some kind rebound lover
bearing gifts and poetry
appears in shining armor;
or, perhaps another...
#love
#regret
#suffering
#motivational
#spiritual
1669 reads
18 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
14th May 2024 6:27pm
14th May 2024 6:27pm
Sore - just another running metaphor
Your words blurred
as I hit play on a
Frieda McFadden
plot twister
and slip my
phone in my pocket.
My lips part in a full-teeth-grimace
when I grab my ankle for
a stretch
against the
screaming protest
from my abs and
shoulders and
legs and…
Fuck.
I ache.
Everywhere.
Athletes start to loose
muscle tone after three
weeks of inactivity
Three weeks.
I was knocked out
for...
as I hit play on a
Frieda McFadden
plot twister
and slip my
phone in my pocket.
My lips part in a full-teeth-grimace
when I grab my ankle for
a stretch
against the
screaming protest
from my abs and
shoulders and
legs and…
Fuck.
I ache.
Everywhere.
Athletes start to loose
muscle tone after three
weeks of inactivity
Three weeks.
I was knocked out
for...
#love
#suffering
251 reads
21 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
11th Jul 2024 5:47pm
11th Jul 2024 5:47pm
deaf, dumb & blind...
are we now to become
no more than yesterday's phantasms?
specters drifting across a barren landscape
too foolish to pay any heed to the errors of our fathers
or the fallout from every previous foul deed
those men who valiantly fought or tragically fell
directed by a madman's selfish hand
where they were gathered
& ruthlessly enslaved
countless numbers completely erased
living now only the nightmares of a few surviving souls
mourning their unforgotten existence
where memories lie buried in unmarked mass graves
or...
no more than yesterday's phantasms?
specters drifting across a barren landscape
too foolish to pay any heed to the errors of our fathers
or the fallout from every previous foul deed
those men who valiantly fought or tragically fell
directed by a madman's selfish hand
where they were gathered
& ruthlessly enslaved
countless numbers completely erased
living now only the nightmares of a few surviving souls
mourning their unforgotten existence
where memories lie buried in unmarked mass graves
or...
#corruption
#HumanRights
#inequality
#suffering
#TruthOfLife
172 reads
8 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 1:59pm
3rd Apr 2024 1:59pm
Oracularity
The French gave us the word cliché
and so to honor Gallic grace
let's urge cliché to be passe
so no more discourse will debase
from any verse or any pen
where some foreseeable trauma
repeats its ugly life again
to flare into a melodrama,
or kindle more calamity
with ideation raised anew
antipodal to amity
which most of us already knew...
but still would not associate
a lack of tact with repeat fate.
and so to honor Gallic grace
let's urge cliché to be passe
so no more discourse will debase
from any verse or any pen
where some foreseeable trauma
repeats its ugly life again
to flare into a melodrama,
or kindle more calamity
with ideation raised anew
antipodal to amity
which most of us already knew...
but still would not associate
a lack of tact with repeat fate.
#anxiety
#suffering
#apathy
#choices
#PersonalGrowth
150 reads
10 Comments
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