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.
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
67 reads
7 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 9:13am
17th Dec 2024 9:13am
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
36 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2024 1:00am
23rd Apr 2024 1:00am
On Suffering
Some kinds of suffering will make people mentally stronger
While needless torment can be just a waste of time
Useless afflictions will numb some folks from enjoying life
But misery, that can have a lasting effect on the mind
Certain misfortunes will come our way everyday
Depending on the card you, it may not be your luck
Suffering teaches us to learn and stay away from the pain
It’s a harsh necessary lesson so that we won’t get stuck
And though there are those who relish in the woes
But most of us avoid the torment of a physical agony ...
While needless torment can be just a waste of time
Useless afflictions will numb some folks from enjoying life
But misery, that can have a lasting effect on the mind
Certain misfortunes will come our way everyday
Depending on the card you, it may not be your luck
Suffering teaches us to learn and stay away from the pain
It’s a harsh necessary lesson so that we won’t get stuck
And though there are those who relish in the woes
But most of us avoid the torment of a physical agony ...
#despair
#hope
#suffering
111 reads
1 Comment
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
169 reads
18 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
10th Aug 2022 1:44pm
10th Aug 2022 1:44pm
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
211 reads
0 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
37 reads
2 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 1:18am
16th Oct 2024 1:18am
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
122 reads
4 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
22nd May 2024 3:34pm
22nd May 2024 3:34pm
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
176 reads
3 Comments
Zazzles
Broomie
Broomie
Poem Published
6th Jan 2021 2:57am
6th Jan 2021 2:57am
American Dreamer
This is a Moroccan beat which I personally love. Please listen while reading, I really would appreciate it, thank you 😊
Al Marconi :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIog_7ME_Lw
Cast upon him a burden
a wicked curse
born under the wrong agenda
what could be worse?
Life's value lost and hollow
burned out
can anybody hear you?
There's no way out!...
Al Marconi :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIog_7ME_Lw
Cast upon him a burden
a wicked curse
born under the wrong agenda
what could be worse?
Life's value lost and hollow
burned out
can anybody hear you?
There's no way out!...
#grief
#misunderstood
#despair
#suffering
#FeelingTrapped
916 reads
13 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 10:10pm
9th Dec 2024 10:10pm
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
81 reads
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
17th Oct 2018 12:35pm
17th Oct 2018 12:35pm
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
635 reads
6 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 4:20pm
30th Nov 2024 4:20pm
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
88 reads
4 Comments
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