Best Deeply Hurt Poems
I saw you across the room
You were with my best friend
Dancing to a slow song -Harvest Moon
You held her tightly in your arms
Then planted a passionate kiss
Oh Its My Party and i will cry if I want to
Cry if I want to and I did
I was deeply hurt and shocked
If You Could Read My Mind
You would know my hurtful thoughts
Oh my heart aches so badly
So your friend came up to me
He spoke calmly softly
He called me Blue Angel
Said he would never leave me
Feelings he had for me was strongBlue Bayyou
Strong feelings for me
He said "Together we would go
to the BlueBayou where the
sailboats go a float int Blue Bayou
Feet not up yet dreaming looking into the deep distant horizon screams
need to take turf in remembering howls across oceans mourning dream special wish
You would want a good fire tonight for sure ice stormy fierce cold cutting
out walking giant waves hitting of the shore thundering pounds lashing clash
Today the wind fairly woke me up piercing wide eye opening vision
Then when I got home just felt ten years younger alive again one storm
Now that's a good omen laughing to myself carries one to the high Heavens
Must be the salted spray love mixed with sea mist smashes you to the ground love
New therapy go out to the sea front as gales howling with angry force break news
blowing giant waves crashing heavy of cliffs thundering roars echoes inside sad
Wind spitting sea salt sand peppering the face in your hardened heart
hate remains your driving engine unforgiving hung up on the past
injustices larger than life
rage still trembling
through her weary body
still in total disbelief
the assault on her core
her life her soul
her mind shattered in disillusion
imploding her whole belief system
betrayed
feeling ever so vulnerable
marooned
disillusioned
deeply hurt
brutally attacked
with blows
directly to the heart
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Now gather around, ye lusty lads, a tale I'll tell to thee
Of jealous Gods, monsters and ill-fated men who sailed the sea.
My tale is set in hoary times when fickle fate was by divine decree.
Then men were men who faced all odds, much sturdier than you or me.
It was the time when the Trozans fell, King Priam's pride was turned to dust,
Odysseus' ruse of Trozan Horse, made him of the God's accursed;
For Apollo's faith was crushed by heel of Grecian fleet,
And rape and pillage, with lust and greed, was rampant on the street
But fair Odysseus, with wanton fill, mindful of the weep and wail
With his Grecian hordes and a dozen ships to Ithaca did set sail
With hope-filled heart, with fair Penelope and Telemachus in mind
His course to fair Ithaca was charted and well and truly defined.
But fate, I did say, was most fickle-minded, and had deviously contrived
A fate which would try their grit and test how they fought, and survived.
And so the ships driven willy-nilly by the North Westers and South Easters
Drove them by predetermined chance to the Land of the Lotus Eaters.
The Lotus Eaters were a race which the world forgot in their drugged state
With food of the Nelumbo, of a species time forgot, but did their hunger sate,
And drugged their minds to exclusion of world, to family, and other cares.
Odysseus , abstinent was he,, dragged them back on board, with crew unawares.
Thence post-haste did the ships set sail and sighted fair isle with fatted cattle,
Fair game for stocking provisions, but first a Titan Cyclops they had to battle.
Odysseus, full of guile knew that force would lead to hapless naught,
So crept he in, midst cattle din, and there sleeping Polyphemus sought.
And there as the Cyclops soundly slept, blinded his eye, which was but one.
Polyphemus, Titan, unbeknownst to Odysseus, was Poseidon's beloved son.
With prideful boast Ithacan King, in derision his name did daringly decree.
Wild with rage, and dreadful pain, did Polyphemus call his father from the sea.
Deeply hurt at deceit and guile by which the Grecians blinded his offspring,
Poseidon did curse and said, " May stormy seas and whirly winds calamity bring"
So tossed about were the dozen ships, windblown and tossed on heaving seas.
With heavy heart and tired limb went they to Aeolus, the Wind God there to please.
~11 Jun 2016~
Hate me
Berate me
Despise me
Deeply hurt me
Traumatise me
Use me
Ridicule me
And brutalise me
Hit me
Kick me
punch me
Reject me
Stamp and dance on my grave
And have a rave
Squeeze every molecule of happiness
From my wretched soul
Poke me in the eye
And stab me until I die
I am despicable
Forgettable
Unwanted
Unloved
Useless
Cursed to be born
This is how you make me feel
This life mine and real
I sleep and when I awake
The nightmare begins again
My heart so full of pain
So lonely and lost
Death a welcoming beckoning friend
Can't take any more,
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015.May.
Old And Holding Aces
I am old, youth lost does so deeply hurt
no more whiskey drinking brawls,
now slow and tired, feeling older than dirt
I no longer chase the pretty gals at all.
I am old, bad knees and snow on my head
no more , wild nights out dancing,
watch late news, now fall asleep instead
gone forever are my days out prancing.
I am old, can see the doorway awaiting
slow stepping my way over there,
Love-life over, no more sweet mating
I now can only sadly look and stare.
I am old, just damn glad to have now made it!
Do I now, hold onto last two aces or do I trade it?
Robert J. Lindley. 08-21-2015
Note- Sonnet mixture of truth , humor and
a sad realty!
Poetic leeway employed in the line about -
"Love-life over, no more sweet mating"
As trust me, thankfully that is not problem at all.
In the scorching sun,
friends and shadowy trees alike
- egos deeply hurt
I would have to say the greatest performance of my life is survival
And turning bad things into something positive to help others
I survived severe trauma as a child, I was silenced and deeply hurt
I survived Cancer later, accidents, Lyme disease, near death experiences
I survived by working in human services to help others, giving to friends
And I assisted a leader volunteering at a support group in the area
I was an investigator and I pursued justice for many years
Most of all, I create as best I can to spread what I have in my soul
I write – I paint – I play piano
I hope that my words of truth will reach others however possible
I hope that my music will bring peace and relaxation
I hope that my paintings will bring happiness and inspiration
I turned the bad into good to survive because this can be achieved
I am also a mother to my loving, special pets who mean so much to me
We can always give and share and love and inspire others
Regardless of what we have been through, this is what I have learned
Heidi Sands
5/21/22
A 1st placement in The Greatest Performance of My Life Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
By Elton Camp
Old Dad wants memories to share
Yet, his child hasn’t the least care
Though he’s elderly, he still tries
But his words she does despise
“No, I don’t have time for you
More important things I must do.
To interrupt me don’t you dare
Your tired tales I just can’t bear.”
“Really, it doesn’t interest me
I am too busy, can’t you see?
You tell about times long ago.
To that I’m indifferent, though.”
If he persists in trying to talk,
Out of the room, she’ll stalk.
“Your ideas are so out-of-date
To hear them, I utterly hate.”
Old Dad is very deeply hurt
At her actions & words so curt
Another time he’ll again try
Now, he sits alone with a sigh
After some years, the time came
Dad no longer knew her name
So no more did he try to share
Only confusion remained there
He would bother her no more
With words she did so abhor
I Have No Time for You
By Elton Camp
Old Dad wants to give advice
To his child, it’s “No dice”
Though he’s elderly, he still tries
But his words she does despise
“No, I don’t have time for you
More important things I must do.
With online pals I want to chat
And I really care a lot about that.”
“To interrupt me don’t you dare
Hold the stuff you want to share.
Really, it doesn’t interest me
I am too busy, can’t you see?”
“You tell about times long ago.
To that I’m indifferent, though.
If you persist in trying to talk,
Out of the room, I’ll angrily stalk.”
“Your ideas are so out-of-date
To hear them, I utterly hate.”
Old Dad is very deeply hurt
At her actions & words so curt
Yet another time, he’ll again try
Now, he sits alone with a sigh
After some years, the time came
Dad no longer knew her name
No more wisdom did he try to share
For only confusion remained there
He would bother her no more
With words she did so abhor
LIFE/CUBE?
All of us here,
Stuck together like a
Rubix Cube with all
Of its shuffled colours.
We begin to take shape
With the white cross;
The time when we are
Completely fragile and
Dependent on others.
Slowly we grow,
And from our experiences
We learn, 'bout the
Different faces of life!
A moment where it
Gets all blue,
The sky’s the limit and
Dreams know no bounds.
Even before you realize,
You find yourself chasing blocks of red,
A feeling totally new and difficult
To comprehend.
When you'd just discovered it
And had appreciated it a little,
Turn of events, everything
Changes to orange.
Screaming, crying ‘coz
You are deeply hurt.
Yet you learn to believe
That there ought to be
Some way to get past it.
Yes, I learned it the hard way.
The world around me is now green
And I feel more at peace.
The perspective of life has changed
And I’m not a cent, the same.
Far away from the daily drama,
Believing strongly in karma;
Here have I come,
In search of the real me.
Little things around me, I cherish,
Envy and hatred; themselves perish.
With a strong resolute, I strive forward.
I’m not embarrassed about my past,
Real things stayed, and uncertain things faded.
This is the true yellow
That I now live for,
Needless to say, I feel
Truly Blessed and happy
And never want to let it go.
SHE STILL CARES FOR ME: THOUGH I'VE CAUSED HER NOTHING BUT
SADNESS. I'VE DONE HER NOTHING BUT WRONG. BUT SOMEHOW SHE
REMAINS VERY STRONG.
SHE STILL CARES FOR ME: EVEN THOUGH I'VE MADE HER CRY. SHE'S
EXPERIENCED MANY SLEEPLESS NIGHTS. I KNOW THAT I MUST MAKE
THINGS RIGHT.
SHE STILL CARE FOR ME: EVEN THOUGH WE'VE LOST SO MUCH TIME
TOGETHER. AND I GIVEN HER SO MUCH STRESS AND PROBLEMS. HER RAY
OF SUNSHINE ALWAYS OVERTAKES MY STORMY WEATHER.
SHE STILL CARES FOR: THROUGH ALL OF THE TRIALS AND PAIN. SHE
KNOWS HOW MUCH I'VE TOYED WITH HER EMOTIONS AND PLAYED
AROUND. SHE CONTINUED TO BE HUMBLE AND HELD HER GROUND.
SHE STILL CARE FOR: SHE TRIED TO BLESS ME WITH A CHILD. THE BIRTH
WAS UNSUCCESSFUL, SHE AND I WAS DEEPLY HURT. BUT SHE WIPED
AWAY MY TEARS AND BLESSED ME WITH HER BEAUTIFUL SMILE.
SHE STILL CARES FOR ME: SHE HELD ME CLOSE WHEN MY MOTHER
PASSED AWAY MY WORLD BECAME SURROUNDED WITH ONLY DARK,
GLOOMY THOUGHTS. SHE WAS THAT ENTITY THAT EMERGED TO BRING ME
BRIGHTER DAYS.
SHE STILL CARE FOR ME: RUSHED TO MY AID WHEN I WAS MALNOURISHED
AND HOMELESS. THOUGH SHE DIDN'T HAVE MUCH FOR HERSELF. SHE
TOOK ME IN AND NURSED ME BACK HEALTH.
SHE STILL CARES FOR ME: THROUGH ALL OF MY HATRED AND PRIDE. PLUS
OF THE NEGATIVE EMOTIONS AND ANGER THAT I CARRIED INSIDE. SHE
HELPED ME PUT DOWN MY BURDENS AND BECAME MY GUIDING LIGHT.
SHE STILL CARES FOR ME: I TRIED HER PATIENTS THROUGH SELFISH ACTS
OF IGNORANCE. THINKING THAT I WAS ALL OF THAT, BEING FOOLISH
CONVEYING STUPIDITY/ ARROGANCE. SHE ALWAYS SHOWED AND PROVE
ME WRONG WITH HER WISDOM, UNDERSTANDING AND INTELLIGENCE.
SHE STILL CARES FOR ME: WHEN I HAVE NIGHTMARES AND SCARY
DREAMS. I AWAKE SHAKING, SHIVERING, TEARY EYED WHILE SHE'S
HOLDING ME. SHE IS A LOVING AND VIRTUOUS QUEEN.
YOU ARE MY ONE AND ONLY. I AM SO SORRY FOR PUTTING YOU THROUGH
SO MUCH DRAMA. YOU ARE THE ONE WHO MAKES ME FEEL SO GOOD
INSIDE. YOU'VE BEEN THERE FOR ME THROUGH THE GOOD AND BAD
TIMES.
YOU'VE SEEN ME AT MY WORSE AND NEVER ONCE DID YOU JUDGE ME. I
THANK MY FATHER FOR BLESSING ME WITH SUCH A BEAUTIFUL ROSE. I
COULDN'T NOR WOULD I WANT TO GO ON WITHOUT YOU. I REALIZE THAT
MY WORLD IS SO EMPTY WITHOUT YOU. I CAN'T DENY YOUR LOVE ANY
LONGER QUEEN. YOU ARE EVERYTHING THAT A MAN COULD WISH FOR. I
WILL LOVE AND CARE FOR YOU ALWAYS………………………………...
She seeks for a "word" that conveys her emotions, the surge and synergy of her feelings of anger, rage, pain, joy, and happiness but she hasn't found one and she'll never find.
These pains are abominable, plagues her unbearable, hits her impossible, terminates her consciousness and reverses her emotions turning her upside down, inside out, twisting, turning, burning, tearing her asunder.
Her tears are no longer watery but bloody, she has become wounded and injured internally. She looks pale, wretched, feeble, lacking energy, looking uncertain, not trusting her confidence.
In a quest to re-assemble her ruptured self, her eyes began to open to deep and secret things that became unveiled to her. She started seeing things she never observed & took note- notice of.
Her inner eyes and consciousness began to re-awaken in a new dimension and chapter like opening a new page in a never ending book.
Suddenly, she began to see things that she should have seen-noticed, things that felt like they weren't there before, things that made more meaning and continually captured her inquisitiveness.
She felt like her thirst and hunger were gradually being quenched and filled simultaneously and respectively.
But no she got it all wrong instead her thirst and hunger represented her quest for freedom ~ liberty, knowledge, healing, inquisitiveness and solutions, forever "stalling" and mesmerizing her inquisitiveness.
The Lord is never threatened by the devil's ability to deceive and destroy, nor is He in the lease overwhelmed by man's wayward decent and defiance.
The Lord Himself put the timelines in the layers of earth, rocks, and trees. These same lines have given reasons by many to disbelieve in the creation
story. It's not just the timelines, but the heavens also declare God's glory and the open sky His handiwork. The entire universe in His vast domain has
been set in motion to rise and fall by His decrees. It was the Lord who gave GPS to the birds and the bees and stop signs to the waves of the seas.
When He used His loving hands to form man from the dust, or when God
wrote the 10 Commandments with His own fiery hands, or when He inspired
Moses to record the 5 books of the Pentateuch, He was not attempting to prove to anyone that he existed or explain the age and meaning of the
universe. He was building relationships with the objects of His affection and was deeply hurt and saddened by man's mad rush to defection and defiance.
I tell you, God encourages the pursuit of man's rule of the earth and the exploration of this great universe. So, if we should choose to expand our
minds until our gnostic thirst is satisfied, or even until we replace our brains with millions of computers and A I devices, let none assume that their 'findings'
will detect a world devoid of God. God has always been. God always is. God will always be. God will continue pursuing and loving us until the bitter end.
Earthly satisfaction of the human thirst is limited to none. My prayer is that we agree with St. Augustine's conclusion of finding no rest except in God.
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011220, Written 101519. 2nd Ctest, Take The Dagger Out, Dear Heart
To the best of my memory, the word brainwash
has been used in reference to me only twice.
The first time happened more than 50 years ago.
The second one occurred less than a year ago.
One referred to my religious involvement.
The other was connected to social ideology.
The first one came from a stranger
The other came from a relative.
When told that I had been brainwashed
in reference to my beliefs about Christ, I felt
nothing amiss about such assessment.
In fact, such a veiw of me was acceptable.
However, when charged by a relative that I had
been among certain people and allowed myself
to be brainwashed by them, I was taken aback
and deeply hurt.
I took offense by my relative's accusation and
told him so. He apologized for how it made me
feel, and I have forgiven him. Notwithstanding,
although the subject has not risen again, there
is a very thin wall between us regarding that
encounter. We are close friends, but I cannot
deny that something 'not good' happened that day.