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.
Lamjhnsn1
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 6:52am
23rd Dec 2024 6:52am
the rabBIT hole
Down into the hollow....
Where no one else will follow.
Where no one else will know.
Somewhere deeper than below.
That's where you'll find me.... grasping!
Within me, my Spiritual self, gasping....
For the real me, & for air....
But time, & again there is nobody, & there is nothing there.
That's when I start to free fall.
That's when I can hear my God, beginning to call.
But I've abandoned "nearly" all control....
Traveling once more, down that same old rabBIT hole.
Down into the...
Where no one else will follow.
Where no one else will know.
Somewhere deeper than below.
That's where you'll find me.... grasping!
Within me, my Spiritual self, gasping....
For the real me, & for air....
But time, & again there is nobody, & there is nothing there.
That's when I start to free fall.
That's when I can hear my God, beginning to call.
But I've abandoned "nearly" all control....
Traveling once more, down that same old rabBIT hole.
Down into the...
#dark
#death
#evil
#suffering
#temptation
89 reads
3 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
90 reads
4 Comments
Marks
Poem Published
21st May 2021 1:52am
21st May 2021 1:52am
Belly
.. ...
Morning
A bright sunny day...
With walking people on a wide avenue
Afternoon
An empty street shaded by leafy trees
The one the artists love secretly
Evening
Neon over sidewalks
How complicated is the night?
Wondering ...
Wandering ...
The belly of the beast
A lonely pregnant teen...
Looks at me ...
Like a lover ?
Like a wife ?
Like a father ?
Like a daughter?
... ...
Morning
A bright sunny day...
With walking people on a wide avenue
Afternoon
An empty street shaded by leafy trees
The one the artists love secretly
Evening
Neon over sidewalks
How complicated is the night?
Wondering ...
Wandering ...
The belly of the beast
A lonely pregnant teen...
Looks at me ...
Like a lover ?
Like a wife ?
Like a father ?
Like a daughter?
... ...
#sadness
#suffering
381 reads
6 Comments
moon_bather
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 3:11am
12th Dec 2024 3:11am
Espejo
Distracted by
Distraught interactions
with others who don’t understand
nor do they care
nor do I care if
who gives a shit?
Rambling on again and again
to somehow heal
through an idiot’s catharsis
Believing in something
to believe in something
to feel a reason
to keep on believing
that life is worth living
but in the end
all the same bullshit
just painted a different color
Join their party?
Why would I?
Well
of course I...
Distraught interactions
with others who don’t understand
nor do they care
nor do I care if
who gives a shit?
Rambling on again and again
to somehow heal
through an idiot’s catharsis
Believing in something
to believe in something
to feel a reason
to keep on believing
that life is worth living
but in the end
all the same bullshit
just painted a different color
Join their party?
Why would I?
Well
of course I...
#confessional
#FreeVerse
#StreamOfConsciousness
#suffering
#TruthOfLife
68 reads
2 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 1:04pm
20th Dec 2024 1:04pm
Sinking
I took a sip of forever
from a glass half empty
as it sat upon a life less lived
in a corner of a dark room
A silence twice spoken
sees the man lie broken
jigsaw pieces filed down
so they never fit again
The one winged butterfly
spirals downward until the
once beautiful becomes cold
and alone
On the ocean with no land
in sight, tired of treading water
never more than a mile away
I sink in a pool of blood
from a glass half empty
as it sat upon a life less lived
in a corner of a dark room
A silence twice spoken
sees the man lie broken
jigsaw pieces filed down
so they never fit again
The one winged butterfly
spirals downward until the
once beautiful becomes cold
and alone
On the ocean with no land
in sight, tired of treading water
never more than a mile away
I sink in a pool of blood
#dark
#suffering
11 reads
3 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
15th Sep 2024 11:57am
15th Sep 2024 11:57am
are you done yet?
Are you done yet?
Do you remember every word you said?
Do you remember every word I said back?
Or am I just another fever dream
that you'll wake up from like
you're Alice in fucking Wonderland
and I'm a white rabbit that's only worth chasing
when you're asleep
Don't tell me about love
I don't plant roots in the earth
I plant roots in people
and you are a landslide
How long until you rip my heart out?
How long until I let you?
I'm in too deep to try and untangle myself now
Are you done yet?
Or...
Do you remember every word you said?
Do you remember every word I said back?
Or am I just another fever dream
that you'll wake up from like
you're Alice in fucking Wonderland
and I'm a white rabbit that's only worth chasing
when you're asleep
Don't tell me about love
I don't plant roots in the earth
I plant roots in people
and you are a landslide
How long until you rip my heart out?
How long until I let you?
I'm in too deep to try and untangle myself now
Are you done yet?
Or...
#depression
#friendship
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
#suffering
216 reads
5 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
4th May 2023 8:52am
4th May 2023 8:52am
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
206 reads
0 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 2:21pm
15th Nov 2024 2:21pm
Woke Up On Christmas Morning
Alex woke up on Christmas morning
and discovered that she had slept
naked in front of the tree
and has a hangover
which was possibly
due to the bash
that was thrown
there last
night.
and discovered that she had slept
naked in front of the tree
and has a hangover
which was possibly
due to the bash
that was thrown
there last
night.
#alcohol
#Christmas
#fiction
#sex
#suffering
143 reads
2 Comments
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
27th Sep 2021 1:00am
27th Sep 2021 1:00am
Pain play
#lust
#sex
#BDSM
#suffering
#dirty
594 reads
0 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
16th Dec 2019 7:53am
16th Dec 2019 7:53am
Please Say Something
tell me again
it will be alright,
because back to
normal
is starting to feel
a lot like a place
I’ve never been
my lungs
are antique iron,
rusted and unforgiving;
constricted
like my heart,
compressed tightly
beyond my ability
to breathe deep
by a world
full of intentions
I can’t ever seem
to recover from
completely
muscles and tendons
that refuse to relax,
screaming obscenities;
dull, tarnished...
it will be alright,
because back to
normal
is starting to feel
a lot like a place
I’ve never been
my lungs
are antique iron,
rusted and unforgiving;
constricted
like my heart,
compressed tightly
beyond my ability
to breathe deep
by a world
full of intentions
I can’t ever seem
to recover from
completely
muscles and tendons
that refuse to relax,
screaming obscenities;
dull, tarnished...
#illness
#suffering
399 reads
13 Comments
darkcloud68
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 8:25am
7th Oct 2024 8:25am
End Times
New world order of world disorder, bombs falling in the east. Men marching with arms, looking to harm. When we all should be marching for peace. History of wars have not taught mankind anything, so we are always doomed to repeat. Machines guns are fed, just to leave people dead, just to appease the elite. They have money for wars to even the score, yet children are dying from having nothing to eat. Political ties with greed in their eyes, are surely the mark of the beast. Hell on earth governments fighting for turf, and the whole world is feeling the heat. Many tears would be shed, mothers...
#death
#evil
#hate
#lies
#suffering
114 reads
6 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
16th Sep 2024 4:13pm
16th Sep 2024 4:13pm
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
153 reads
3 Comments
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