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.
Because !!!
Because i am black
this cafe is for the white
Because i am poor
This avenue is for the rich
And because i am a native resident
This town is only for the civilized
And because i am a believer
This church is for the atheists
******
And because and because and because !!!!
And because you say i am bad,
So all the world agrees with the fact
That me being bad, makes me an easy target
And because you are the chief
So all you say must be,...
this cafe is for the white
Because i am poor
This avenue is for the rich
And because i am a native resident
This town is only for the civilized
And because i am a believer
This church is for the atheists
******
And because and because and because !!!!
And because you say i am bad,
So all the world agrees with the fact
That me being bad, makes me an easy target
And because you are the chief
So all you say must be,...
#abuse
#bullying
#emotional
#rejection
#suffering
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Thoughts I ponder
are there salves for wounds
the heart sustained through life
poultices to soothe the pain
years in the making, unhealed yet
are there healing dewdrops
from saps of magical plants
herbs to stop the gnawing pain
the recurring fever brought by memories
are there comfort from words
uttered by insincere lips
eyes sparkling with amusement
even as voices drum their sympathy
are there anything more
than mere silence
holding back the tears
smiling through the dusts...
I wonder.
the heart sustained through life
poultices to soothe the pain
years in the making, unhealed yet
are there healing dewdrops
from saps of magical plants
herbs to stop the gnawing pain
the recurring fever brought by memories
are there comfort from words
uttered by insincere lips
eyes sparkling with amusement
even as voices drum their sympathy
are there anything more
than mere silence
holding back the tears
smiling through the dusts...
I wonder.
#sadness
#grief
#suffering
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Cervical Uncarthroses
I feel my body trampled,
like after a beating...
crawling on the ceiling!
The concrete sound of an insect
takes up the ear's time.
Blurred vision, and silly version,
of all components of a drug.
Unwanted cramps.
Tight muscle!
Tendons, tensions, tendons.
The cold air makes my neck hurt.
It's really, really, really cruel.
PAR
like after a beating...
crawling on the ceiling!
The concrete sound of an insect
takes up the ear's time.
Blurred vision, and silly version,
of all components of a drug.
Unwanted cramps.
Tight muscle!
Tendons, tensions, tendons.
The cold air makes my neck hurt.
It's really, really, really cruel.
PAR
#illness
#suffering
#hurt
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The Hanging Gardens of Babylon
The hanging gardens of Babylon, we stole.
Lush vegetation.
Pompous, arrogant kings, seizure.
The smell of injustice intoxicated the spirit with indignation.
Fermentation of grapes; to be pressed into wine.
Intellectual, practical logic was left with the loom.
Dried branches to burn in a blazing fire.
Cities, destruction.
Grey was circling in the ether.
A tear was more real than a smile.
The neighborhood psychic complained of adultery, as wise men told a tale of deceit.
Truth was like a monkey, dancing for bananas.
...
Lush vegetation.
Pompous, arrogant kings, seizure.
The smell of injustice intoxicated the spirit with indignation.
Fermentation of grapes; to be pressed into wine.
Intellectual, practical logic was left with the loom.
Dried branches to burn in a blazing fire.
Cities, destruction.
Grey was circling in the ether.
A tear was more real than a smile.
The neighborhood psychic complained of adultery, as wise men told a tale of deceit.
Truth was like a monkey, dancing for bananas.
...
#LifeStruggles
#prose
#despair
#suffering
#philosophical
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Of an errant god
Thus with most perfect fidelity
Thus with meticulous consideration of oneself
A meddlesome thought arose
That of which was already on the verge of authenticity
Of an errant god
Who chose to lessen the burden of a certain future
By introducing his misconstruction of a world
Where insanity is not forbidden,
It is key
Thus with meticulous consideration of oneself
A meddlesome thought arose
That of which was already on the verge of authenticity
Of an errant god
Who chose to lessen the burden of a certain future
By introducing his misconstruction of a world
Where insanity is not forbidden,
It is key
#dark
#evil
#suffering
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3 Comments
Into Shreds
Watching you breathe in
the same air as me,
sharing the very roof and planet
with you,
makes me want to rake my skin,
tear it into shreds,
peel it layer by layer,
crawl away of any scraps left,
set every remnant alight
and flee from any reminder
of you.
the same air as me,
sharing the very roof and planet
with you,
makes me want to rake my skin,
tear it into shreds,
peel it layer by layer,
crawl away of any scraps left,
set every remnant alight
and flee from any reminder
of you.
#dark
#hate
#suffering
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Sick
head heavy like stone
sandpaper lining my throat
can't keep my eyes o....
.
sandpaper lining my throat
can't keep my eyes o....
.
#illness
#senryu
#sleep #suffering
#sleep #suffering
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Cassie
Cassie, obviously, had been brought up in the cult. She must have sat in the same punishment room, desperate for freedom. She must have witnessed the chanting, the fights, the humiliating rituals - the trust exercises, as Uncle had referred to them. She must have explored the same nearby countryside, the wooded hills, the wild stretches of heath land that had gone on for miles. She must have run along on the same beach, dipping her toes into the warm sea, searching for fossils.
Perhaps the leader had terrorised Cassie too. An experience shared. An experience no one would...
Perhaps the leader had terrorised Cassie too. An experience shared. An experience no one would...
#memories
#mystery
#suffering #risk
#suffering #risk
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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
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21 Comments
Kidnapped
The rickety bus jolted as we were driven across the only real desert in Africa . I'm trying to stay positive pushing back thoughts of how easily it would be for the old bus to break down at any moment
I decided to dismiss the thought because we had finally reached Cape Town. I couldn't wait to see all of it and film everything in sight
But it wasn't in the cards as things changed in a split second. Suddenly , I feared the worse as our bus was flagged down by two men
They were white men that climbed aboard with guns in hand wearing nothing to disguise what they...
I decided to dismiss the thought because we had finally reached Cape Town. I couldn't wait to see all of it and film everything in sight
But it wasn't in the cards as things changed in a split second. Suddenly , I feared the worse as our bus was flagged down by two men
They were white men that climbed aboard with guns in hand wearing nothing to disguise what they...
#Africa
#anxiety
#fear #suffering
#fear #suffering
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transformation
I was...
I blink and turn
to find I was no more
the lady I once knew
transformed by the pain
took flight
I blink and turn
to find I was no more
the lady I once knew
transformed by the pain
took flight
#love
#beauty
#suffering #minimalist
#suffering #minimalist
627 reads
15 Comments
No reason
#depression
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
#sadness
#suffering
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4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Suffering by Top Critiquers