Best Hurtful Poems
You belong somewhere in the vast cosmos
where the idiomatic idioms were born
I started to wonder and cry,
Lord, have mercy; this is not I.
I felt as if years had passed! along with age! farewell
oh, we soar to an infinite place to dwell.
The last goodbye was the hardest,
we never got to say our final adieu
remember how we danced near stardust?
They say that tears are a sign of weakness,
so I held back my tears
to ease the pain, I buried it in the hollows of my heart.
Yet, they poured into my empty soul
tearing me apart with deep cuts
even the most idyllic love must die
was it not because of love's cries?
will leave a scar to stultify it...
I shall bleed and grieve till the wounds heal
making room for unworn pain,
to experience sorrow again.
Written: February 05, 2023
1st place contest winner
I Felt Like Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
They ring in ears for years to come
As chords of stunning hurt they strum
And resonate on mental strings:
All those spoken, hurtful things.
Those who spoke the hurtful words
Which roll like balls of billiards
Inside our heads eternally
Care not of damage they don’t see
But all the pain, their words have caused
Which haunts us every time we’ve paused
Will form our lives; impact our fate
And of our lives will educate
And of those words we can’t forget
No longer do we care or fret
For there are higher planes we see
Of justified ascendency
For ones who spoke: We've moved on,
And know your words won't be withdrawn.
Forgiveness we may one day let, but …
Your hurtful words we can’t forget.
Hurtful words are like a brand,
They sear the heart, they leave a scar.
Words of anger, words of hate,
Like poisoned darts they hit their mark.
Instilling doubts of worth and self,
Destroying confidence and peace,
Words can cut deeper than a blade,
Causing fragile friendships to cease.
Words can hurt but also heal.
Helpful, caring words can bring to life,
Forgiveness and reconciliation.
Words of hope trump words of strife.
Let us use our words for good,
To build one up and not tear down,
To create a lovely work of art,
That brings a smile and not a frown.
1/17/2013
Proverbs 12:18 "Reckless words pierce like a sword, but the tongue
of the wise brings healing."
Proverbs 16:24 "Pleasant words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul
and healing to the bones."
Entered into Silent One's Must Be Read contest.
Love is so hurtful
My fractured and bruised ego
makes me run and hide
Hurtful things you say,
Tear me apart in every way
Think before you speak to me,
Because I will not let it be
I treat you nice, and show some slack,
But there are times I will strike back
Even though you are my relative,
If you want love, be sure to give
For I am sensitive just like you,
I have feelings and can hurt too!
Written after my mom said something really mean to me about my Granddaughter
Genevieve on Easter Sunday.
I tune in, tune out
Truths, lies, a mix in between
Now shut the hell up!
Welcomed to the world with exalted joy,
Family waiting for a celestial blessing,
They believed in miracles, believed in prayers,
Bringing immense bliss, she was their answer!
Life changed, when fate thrust misfortune on her,
Hurtful words hit her like a dagger from every direction,
She stood alone, resolute, unperturbed...
Inflicted, she bled profusely inside.
A shiny mirror shattered into a million pieces!
The rose dried, delicate petals withered and dropped,
One after another, on the hard ground,
There was no noise of the bleeding heart,
No one could see the gaping wound,
The secret tear of grief,
No one knew how the softness of a velvetty flower
Turned into steely determination!
To a vast degree
I have difficult homework
Destroying good grades
Entrant into Joe Fach's "A Dilemma" contestl
Indubitably, you're a writer like me
But your world is drenched in apathy
You're plodding through with lethargy
To write words so unclear.
Introvert, you're unrehearsed
Yet so well versed
In lines that hurt
And tear apart the things that I hold dear.
My love for you
It still holds true
You're begging me to notice you
But I sense that you're a person of regret.
In stanzas and soliloquy
The daggers you choose carefully
Are aimed to say
"I'll criticize you yet".
Let's put ourselves in their shoes
Let's take time to understand why they act the way they do
They're tired
Tired of being surrounded by liars
Tired of seeing bags underneath their eyes
Developed from the lonely night cries
They're tired of being tired the next day from the night before
All from staying awake waiting for their mom to walk through the door
They're tired of feeling like nobody cares
Being alone, with no food to eat is too much to bare
Tired of what's suppose to be a home being a house
Of seeing parents play with their children while stuck on the inside looking out
Tired of wondering why do they have to suffer the pain
And be apart of life's hardest game
Tired of crying when people see what's wrong
As if we don't hear the sad tune playing in their hurtful song
They yearn to be where they belong and desire to be
A place where they can feel good, happy, and stress free
Where they can smile, laugh, and play
But mostly, go home to a loving family at the end of each day
Surely I‘ll break
after you pointed out all my mistakes
I know I may not be the most outgoing
But if that’s the reason you‘ve been throwing
one hundred thousand fights
til im burning,bleeding and bursting into tears
I‘ll change for your benefit , I‘ll do a 360 degree turn to fit your imagination
Get inside and we‘ll have a conversation
Did you take that stuff again
Younger me wished I was clean
You didn’t even check on me when I was wiping my tears off your car seat
Stop pretending we share the same life
when you played board games I was
by myself in the corner, hoping i‘d turn
extrovert
Stop pretending you know how cruelty feels.
I see turmiol in the future
I see bloodshed all around
I cringe when I hear someone scream
This vile aftertaste of pathetic dreams
The dream of materialism only harms so many
Why not succumb to your conscience you hurtful human
Why must you pillage, plunder and let your anger be a winner?
Why do you feel the need to gravely harm so many?
How come you are never caught with your deeds so drastic?
But alas never fear for your time is near
Hark for your judgement awaits you I swear
Please tell me what’s the use in loving you.
I know you’ll never be mine.
Each time I come away from you my heart’s
broken by careless words that work their rue,
driving me back in pain to waiting wine.
Hurtful words that seem so like sharp thrown darts.
Weakly, I have forgiven you each day.
Hate, love splinters me into many parts.
No resolve, loathing self, I have no spine.
Oh God in heaven I’m lost what’s the way.
She’s queen of Devil arts.
The strange caricature reminds me of your odd face,
The twinkling roar clings to your tiny lace.
The way you want to lean on my race,
The sacred passion gives me a new space.
The only path I have seen,
One and only desire you could have been,
One and only proportion you own for the time being,
I am no one else until you see me clearly giving.
The endless life is a paradox of gorgeous wings,
You are no longer out of control for the measured pings.
The unholy genuineness gives me no more rare bliss,
The unknown appetites are the reason for my irregular gist.
It is not common or ordinary anymore,
It is not filled with hate at its core.
It is no longer my salient reason,
No reason can ease my aggressive tension.
Why can I not settle for less?
Why are you not something obvious to bless?
Why don't you know my name until I remind you of the same?
Why can't you see me as nothing more than a dice in this game?
'Twas once upon a midnight moon
When struck with terror and grief was I,
He was disguised in lust and made me swoon;
I wanted to leave but I stayed through the nigh'.
Little sense did I have fore rapt in awe.
I searched for truth and continued to try
To gather facts to make sense of it all
So I couldn't see I was used for supply.
You see, this man fed on the passion and life
Inside of my little girl soul.
His words were lovely, then cut like a knife.
So I fell down the mountain after taking a stroll.
His lies felt like rain rusting my poor heart.
I was broken for many years after.
Now from that man, I am glad to be apart;
Relinquishing my life and my laughter.