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.
The Invisible Illness
The Invisible Illness
This illness, you can’t see it
You can’t feel it
You can’t tell
It’s chronic and it’s painful
And the truth is I’m not well
I have dark thoughts
A constant urge
To cry and beg forgiveness
But I have done no wrong you see
Depression is the illness
I don’t think that I deal well
Cause it won’t go away
The meds I take, they should sedate
Should make me wanna stay
Instead they cause a side effect
My outside it has changed
I’ve lost some hair
Have weight...
This illness, you can’t see it
You can’t feel it
You can’t tell
It’s chronic and it’s painful
And the truth is I’m not well
I have dark thoughts
A constant urge
To cry and beg forgiveness
But I have done no wrong you see
Depression is the illness
I don’t think that I deal well
Cause it won’t go away
The meds I take, they should sedate
Should make me wanna stay
Instead they cause a side effect
My outside it has changed
I’ve lost some hair
Have weight...
#sadness
#depression
#dark
#MentalHealth
#suffering
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Preservation
Lapping waves gently contact
the shore -
where sits,
Just Her.
Limpid pools withholding tears.
Solemnity of sorrow
so sincere -
serene
almost.
She is elemental
supernal,
heart -
shaped in art.
Solitary as a ghost
unseen
An abyss of inky things
before her
seen
unseen
Sacred vigil
of the veil
Swaying
Waves
lapping
Outside of time
reason
&
rhyme
Portraying
All things beautiful...
the shore -
where sits,
Just Her.
Limpid pools withholding tears.
Solemnity of sorrow
so sincere -
serene
almost.
She is elemental
supernal,
heart -
shaped in art.
Solitary as a ghost
unseen
An abyss of inky things
before her
seen
unseen
Sacred vigil
of the veil
Swaying
Waves
lapping
Outside of time
reason
&
rhyme
Portraying
All things beautiful...
#death
#shadows
#silence
#tragedy
#suffering
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She doesn’t wear boots
She has felt scared most of her life . Afraid of the shape and anger in a fist . Nervous of words that convey adjectives only to hurt and split her in two . She’s become hypersensitive to fear it’s got her wrapped around it’s fingers and it spreads like wild
fire . It stops her from living to just existing and the saddest thing of all is she just accepts it . Her response now isn’t to stand up but just sit down with a companion with arms loosely holding her heart and head and a name called shaking in your boots . She consciously never wears them but she is very aware
of them.
fire . It stops her from living to just existing and the saddest thing of all is she just accepts it . Her response now isn’t to stand up but just sit down with a companion with arms loosely holding her heart and head and a name called shaking in your boots . She consciously never wears them but she is very aware
of them.
#abuse
#despair
#suffering
#emptiness
#fear
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Submerged
I
What I would say to you is
My mentality has been under
Your palm twisted around
Your fingers
And that will be no more.
You expected me to be
Submerged into this dream
That was so far from current
Reality that I felt
Trapped within the depths
Of your own hurt
Your own lack of identity.
Blamed for passivity
Chained to retreating
Into old patterns
Of a life desperate and ugly.
But I am not the weak
And forsaken woman
Who you took me as.
II
What I...
What I would say to you is
My mentality has been under
Your palm twisted around
Your fingers
And that will be no more.
You expected me to be
Submerged into this dream
That was so far from current
Reality that I felt
Trapped within the depths
Of your own hurt
Your own lack of identity.
Blamed for passivity
Chained to retreating
Into old patterns
Of a life desperate and ugly.
But I am not the weak
And forsaken woman
Who you took me as.
II
What I...
#love
#rejection
#courage
#UnrequitedLove
#suffering
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ache
I sat curled in
my own wreckage
with rusted spikes
jutting out of my body
like some sort of
avant-garde sculpture
You cut yourself
on my lips
and told me
you told me
you wanted to be the man
who showed me
love doesn't have to hurt.
I feel our ichor
drip below my thighs,
as you pull me closer,
the rend of your flesh
echoing in my ears
so you can let me
sigh against you
and I do sigh, love
because instead
I showed you ...
my own wreckage
with rusted spikes
jutting out of my body
like some sort of
avant-garde sculpture
You cut yourself
on my lips
and told me
you told me
you wanted to be the man
who showed me
love doesn't have to hurt.
I feel our ichor
drip below my thighs,
as you pull me closer,
the rend of your flesh
echoing in my ears
so you can let me
sigh against you
and I do sigh, love
because instead
I showed you ...
#love
#relationships
#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
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Exception to the Rule
Exception to the Rule
Every man
believes himself
an exception
to the rule,
that many things
he still might be
but never
just a tool.
His wisdom is
an insight of
how different
that he is,
when just affirming
this is true
negates
he's such a wiz.
He takes up time
and space
from her
to tell that he's not,
when just withholding
her the floor
decodes
the kettle pot.
Each excuse
excuses him
from being ...
Every man
believes himself
an exception
to the rule,
that many things
he still might be
but never
just a tool.
His wisdom is
an insight of
how different
that he is,
when just affirming
this is true
negates
he's such a wiz.
He takes up time
and space
from her
to tell that he's not,
when just withholding
her the floor
decodes
the kettle pot.
Each excuse
excuses him
from being ...
#MeToo
#misunderstood
#suffering
#emptiness
#bittersweet
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Spinning Plates
Once upon a time,
there lived a plate spinner.
Providing the momentum
to keep the plates moving
gave her purpose,
comfort and joy.
Although her life was busy,
she thrived for years
and would happily add more plates
whenever life required it.
Until one day,
she fell—
and all her plates
crashed
down
on
top
of
her
there lived a plate spinner.
Providing the momentum
to keep the plates moving
gave her purpose,
comfort and joy.
Although her life was busy,
she thrived for years
and would happily add more plates
whenever life required it.
Until one day,
she fell—
and all her plates
crashed
down
on
top
of
her
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#illness
#SelfReflection
#suffering
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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
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Story Poem, Nr.06 — The Day The Drone Dropped In For Tea
The day the drone dropped in for tea
at number thirty-two
the women gladly chattering
prepared the Sunday stew
the table set, the men passed time
played football with their sons
when someone in the distance heard
a deathly kind of hum
the baby cried, and aunty came
to cheer its tiny frame
and all the family went inside
said grace in Allah’s name
the tea was poured, the stew was put
a meal for all to share
the sound got louder in the sky
and granny looked bit scared
...
at number thirty-two
the women gladly chattering
prepared the Sunday stew
the table set, the men passed time
played football with their sons
when someone in the distance heard
a deathly kind of hum
the baby cried, and aunty came
to cheer its tiny frame
and all the family went inside
said grace in Allah’s name
the tea was poured, the stew was put
a meal for all to share
the sound got louder in the sky
and granny looked bit scared
...
#oppression
#war
#suffering
#politics
#rhyming
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Put the Pig in the Pen
Child molesters belong in prison, not in the United States Senate
If "We the People" are not united against teenage Statutory Rape
Is there any crime we can agree on from sea to polluted sea
When our minds are polluted by partisan politics and pigotry
Supporters of pedophilia are hiding behind the label Republicans
Lock them up and throw away the key to their closet of skeletons
Claiming Christian values just like priests and tv ministers before
Who pimped out Jesus Christ as their very own personal whore
I pray there is a Hell where the hypocritical...
If "We the People" are not united against teenage Statutory Rape
Is there any crime we can agree on from sea to polluted sea
When our minds are polluted by partisan politics and pigotry
Supporters of pedophilia are hiding behind the label Republicans
Lock them up and throw away the key to their closet of skeletons
Claiming Christian values just like priests and tv ministers before
Who pimped out Jesus Christ as their very own personal whore
I pray there is a Hell where the hypocritical...
#corruption
#abuse
#politics
#suffering
#manipulation
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LET'S TALK ABOUT WAR
I know that it is not a good time but yet ask thyself, What is it good for in a few places around the world 🌎 AS WE ALL CAN SEE, from watching the News to👁️👁️ the aftermath, leaving behind nothing, but bodies and blood and sweat and death and destruction, with the buildings with dying bodies decaying roasting in the hot 🌞 FOR can you tell us the people's what is it good for, except the fact that WAR AND PRISON IS BIG BUSINESS, ALL AROUND THE WORLD 🌍 BUT AT WHAT COST TO HUMANITY, sending MONEY 💰 TO FINANCE SENSELESS KILLINGS, OF...
#grief
#abuse
#death
#ignorance
#suffering
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