Pain Poems - Poems about Pain

give me the rhythm, a steady heartbeat birth pangs are closer, the pain on repeat music comes forth from creatures small and great fat raindrops drumming,a new age awaits wind whistles and moans through tall trembling trees the mountains bow down with weak shaky knees the heavens look on as stars light the way one foot in the sea, another in...

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A foolish heart will never learn The foolish heart often gets burnt It believes that love will conqueror all Overlook faults no matter how big or small It believes in fairy tales and loves first kiss Wizards, legends and magic exists Santa Claus and the Easter bunny Confetti, chocolates and flowers on Sunday I once knew a foolish heart every well Filled with hopes...

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Inspired by Prince Roger Nelson's song : When Doves Cry Grey clouds hover over my wasteland, the desert languishes in the heat of craving, deprived of the tuneful rain, until you arrive with drizzling breeze. In your pulsating embrace my heart’s oasis resounds with the symphony of desire. As the pristine patina of radiant roses flushes your crimson cheeks, rhapsody...

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Nachman was a revered Sage The greatest of his age One day he came to his stand Armless! What had happened? The next day, no legs either ...

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A fragile heart laments these lifeless limbs a price paid for lifes unwanted torments. As I drift, the fugacious sun begins to dim, to conscious dreams, of youths sweet innocence. Your makeup still sleeps on sheets of silk while I languish in the beauty of your scent, Love slipping through my fingertips like soap, I closed my eyes too long, now...

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Pain To Greatness Breath in the cold. Don’t tell me no. Run through the street. Put on your hoodie. Be a mystery. Let me be. Stay ready. Hustle knee deep. Knuckles bloody. Get to work. Row up hill, suffer. Hustle till you drop. Pain to greatness. Feel the pain. Push the grind. No age matters. ...

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[Verse 1] Well, hello there, Romeo — didn’t hear you knock Waltzin' in like love ain’t got a lock You've got big dreams and a borrowed car And a fistful of daisies like that’ll get you far She’s got your name in her diary heart But I’ve seen boys like you come apart You think you're chasing paradise and lace But you’re one...

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How many funerals of ones self can someone have before there is nothing left Don't answer It's rhetorical anyway Funeral number 1 A piece of her hair A symbol of when they would stop and stare At her hair When they would make her life a living nightmare Until she became too aware Until It became too much to bear Until she silenced...

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It lingers. Not on the lips. Lower. In the fiber of the tongue, in the spasming depths of fear, where words no longer light paths, but only fester in ancestral silences, like icons submerged in sacred rubble, beneath the cracked beams of a church welded shut from within, where even devils can no longer enter. Parting is not spoken. It is torn between teeth, swallowed...

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To be a good father You already have to be a good man But apparently he couldn't be either guess it was just easier For him to be just like his father Him being a black father Made it harder The stereotypes That followed him around That policed He probably internally agreed He felt it must've...

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"Penned in words of sorrow and pain, I walk through this cemetery of the silent unheard" ...

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I observe the tapestry of life Consumed by all of this strife I tried to raise the wall Only to watch it fall They told me it's over As I battled to stay sober But why am I so lost And what is the cost I'm in the Hell of my own mind Like a stranger I've yet to find But if I were to...

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Star boy They say heaven gained another angel when someone dies But when it comes to the death of black lives We say the universe gained another star Because to us It represents their light and love Shining down from above Each star a story of loss Each star a story of pain Each star a symbol of what being black costs Each star...

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I saw him in the corridor — my mind stopped for a moment, all my emotions rushing back, stunned, yet I kept walking. Once I was away, I crossed a wall — and broke down, tears flowing down my cheeks, words unsaid I couldn’t hold. I wanted to stay, to hold on to him, but I needed to go — to let go for my peace. I saw...

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Broken pieces mend, Slowly, gently finding place, New wholeness takes hold. ©bfa051725 ...

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