Best Hurtfulness Poems
There are moments that we find
In our life than can define
Who we are and want to be
Keeping our faith as we see
Others doing harm and wrong
As we try to stay so strong
Through the hurtfulness and crime
Being done time after time
By children, teen and adults
Not knowing that life's about
Love, care, harmony and peace
Allowing our hearts to release
A light to take the dark away
People live with everyday
When parents don't teach from day one
It's not a game or even fun
To make this world worse more and more
On the land and on the shore
Learning there can always be
A chance and possibility
There's a safer kinder planet
Waiting for us if we plan it
My eyes must be going hazy
I can't be seeing all the crazy
Things in life I am observing
It's becoming so disturbing
When I look around to find
Loving acts of any kind
Or help in some caring form
There is nothing, it is gone
Fading away minute by minute
We need it back, lets get with it
There has to be some descency
Left in this world, where can it be
Not all of it can be displaced
Tossed aside like it is waste
We all need to stop and stall
In our tracks, before we fall
Into a hole so deep and dark
There is not one single spark
Left of kindness in our grasp
It's a simple easy task
Do not judge or use mean words
More loving ones should be heard
Not ones full of racist terror
There has to be a caring lever
That is pulled so this land
Can walk together hand in hand
Showing everyone's accepted
NO one should be shunned/neglected
Because they're different in some way
There has to be a shining ray
Of sunshine in everyone
This hurt needs to be undone
Swept away in a big wave
Leaving no sad soul a slave
To the sorrow they've been shown
When did hurtfulness get blown
Into sprinkled racist pieces
That is causing the increases
In a world full of fighting
Will there ever be a sighting
Of somebody stepping in
When this happens once again
There has to be a way to drop
A big sign so we can stop
How some are becoming vengeful
It's a sad and pitiful
Place to be in
I can't take
Anymore for goodness sake
The one thing in life we all strive to be is equal in every degree,
And I think everyone should have the same rights, don’t you agree?
We can all be equal but we cannot all be the same,
There is a difference and you can’t hold other people responsible are try to point the blame.
Certain things that have happened should be buried and forgot,
Otherwise it is like a cancer that will eat at you till you rot.
We all need forgiveness in our lives and truly that is the key,
Without forgiveness none of us are free!
The next step is compassion and kindness,
Show love instead of hate, helpfulness instead of hurtfulness might be a way out of this mess!
Teach respect and honor, not bigotry and greed,
Then maybe God will water and nurture that seed.
God made each and every one of us and I don’t think this squabbling He had in mind,
So we should all bury the hatchet and live for tomorrow, for yesterday is already one day behind.
Bookworm, loser, geek and nerd
Words that I have always heard
Young years turning into old
Hurtfulness that leaves me cold
Getting picked on-- always beaten
My happiness was lost and fleeting
Kicked and laughed at
Pushed and shoved
No one cared or showed me love
Never being picked on teams
Crushing all my precious dreams
I heard daily teachers pet
Never letting me forget
I was an outcast from day one
Since my school days have begun
Harassed in every single way
Tears of pain fell every day
Nobody would let me be
They thought this kind of cruelty
Wasn't rude or ignorant
But it was significant
Making me believe this image
Was something that I had to live with
Years have gone and now I'm grown
And I see adults have shown
Traits I thought I would not see
By people who should never be
Just as cruel and mean to me
All because I do not think
Doing drugs and having drinks
Is a way of having fun
So again I'm being shunned
Hoping I could look and find
Someone with morals like me
Who knows what I'm going through
Cause they were living that life too
Not many people realize that words - have awesome power.
They can bring strength, hope, and happiness - in your darkest hour!
Just one poem can bring someone - back from the brink of suicide!
Can help someone - a better future for to decide.
Just the right words - meticulously put in place.
Can bring a smile to someone's - anxiously awaiting face!
Just one poem can truly turn - someone's day around.
Showing that peace and tranquility - really can be found!
When you take time to think - before you speak or write.
Can to someone's life bring - that shining beacon of light!
Just one poem is rushing - out to save the day.
Keeping negativity and hurtfulness - extremely far away!
The words you use - as you travel through life.
May even help other's - through their struggle's and strife!
Just one poem can - help you put on the brakes.
Avoiding misfortune - and ghastly mistakes!
Choosing words carefully - is more important than you know!
Spreading love and wisdom to others - as through this life we go!
Remember no matter how far - across this Earth you may roam.
Whatever you may be looking for - might be found in Just One Poem!!!
And the Oscar goes to… The Academy.
Oh my God… We did it! We won our own Oscar.
From the Academy to the Academy I would like to say thank you.
Thank you for your Outstanding performance in creating such a mental, emotional, heartbreaking, joyous, disappointing, humiliating, happy, depressing, exciting, judgmental award show. Thank you for the emotional highs and lows and for the honor of displaying all the ness - nervousness, gratefulness, hurtfulness, happiness, sadness.
I would also like to say thank you to the Academy for designing the ultimate, top-notched award that appears to be the great “I made it Moment” of validation in one’s life. Thank you for producing a show so much so that it is made to be all about "the Oscar" (the trophy). The heightened level of anticipation, anxiety and emphasis leading towards the show is so focused on who will be obtaining one of these prestigious awards. I am so grateful and honored on behalf of the Academy to receive this award, so once again, Thank you.
Message to the actors and actresses from me, not the Academy.
It appears when it comes to the actors and actresses (nominated or not) you seem the least valuable, yet you bring the greatest value, not the award itself. Ok, you didn’t win, or you were not even nominated, does that diminish your role as an actor? No, not at all. This award does not validate who you are. You are Amazing! God knows you are Amazing, I know you are Amazing and the world knows you are Amazing. Also, keep in mind, it’s not about the “award,” but the REWARD. So do not allow your focus to be heighten or dampened about obtaining this award, because God has gifted, equipped and rewarded you with the “Greatest Reward” - The Gift of Acting, so you already won, Period. It’s over, nothing to prove! So hold your head up, let your light continue to shine and continue to use your gift to fulfill God’s purpose, not man’s.
When did we grow a part
Surely there can be no date assignment
Nor can a time of the hour or minute placed
When did we become selfishly alone
Preferring the singular to the plural in tone
When did loving each other take the preverbal back seat
With vain wisdom filling our hearts
When did touching excite no more
The sensations callused by prideful numbness
When did thoughtfulness tenderness and kind words
Thus exchanged for screaming hurtfulness and distraught
When did trust slip away as sand in an hour glass
Spying each other- knowing it could not last
When did honor turn into threats
Threats of self-preservation by disarmament
When did our breath die to seek servitude as one
As passion was placed into a closet – we entered the ring
When did love stop- we now needing new air
When did we die and we simply did not care
I have never found a sight
That's ever treated me so right
A place where friends come easily
And ever thought can be set free
Without hate or hurtfulness
These are things I do not miss
That other sites seem to share
No one on them wants to care
So I searched for days on end
Looking for a writer friend
To help keep my dreams alive
Showing me how I can thrive
Through the good reviews, not bad
This kind of faith I've never had
Till the miracle of Soup
Became my new family group
Teaching me I can believe
In my talents and succeed
Many new friends found their way
Into my heart where they will stay
To become the family I need most
With each and every single post
Stronger bonds are forming now
I do not even know how
My life managed to exist
Till a precious sight like this
My world was conquered for the better
Every word and every letter
From comments, hellos, and love
I'm surrounded with a hug
Made from hands of every color
I would not want any other
Group of caring and kind people
Helping me to really feel
The proudness that's coming out
Cause that's what writing is about
Many new friends found their way
Into my heart where they will stay
To become the family I need most
With each and every single post
Stronger bonds are forming now
I do not even know how
My life managed to exist
Till a precious sight like this
poemprophet
AKA Robin Davis
6/02/2014
Shall not speak for others hearts
For I don’t know those
Though I have been all fulfilled
To glee then anguished lows
Perhaps I should had dealt with this
Better from the start
For hurtfulness and loneliness
Burrowed in my heart
Through trauma after trauma
Misery and grief
Some observed by others
Though most I hid beneath
This deep seeded sadness
Where I fell apart
I do feel will never heal
In my broken heart
How to overcome my woes
I am yet to learn`
Sleepless nights reunites
Tortures of concern
Whilst heartache penetrates my soul
from sorrow and sheer strife
I just accept all that’s kept
And pain, a part of life.
FIRST CORINTHIANS ONE THIRTEEN SET TO POETRY
If everyone on earth understood what I was saying but I didn't love others as well
then i'd most probably spend eternity in hell
if I was a prognosticator and could tell everyone everything but didn't love my brothers what would I be
I would be a charlatan denying Calvary and Christianity
if I had that mustard seed of faith and could move mountains with my stare
I would have no love, no belief and would not care
for I would mean nothing to anyone on earth
and every sin would lower my worth
if I were willing to give everything to the poor, the smart and the not so clever
if I didn't care about humanity I would be of no use whatsoever
now let us discuss the theory of love
the kind of love that comes from above
love, of late, has been on my mind
and I realize love is patient and kind
in my way of thinking jealousy and pride do not enter the equation
love never rejoices in injustice and tries in all ways to pass on a righteous education
I beg my brothers to give my way of thinking a chance
because love for mankind stays stalwart throughout every circumstance
every man will have a prophecy and a testimony to declare
for love is humble and never prejudiced but in the end these gifts will disappear
here's the thing, when I was a child I played with toys
and received a thousand smiles, laughter and ten thousand joys
but then adolescence entered the picture and my toys had to be put away
i'll always remember the hurtfulness of a most sorrowful day
but suddenly, sans toys, I was able to see with clarity
and nothing in The Bible could succumb to disparity
everything I know now is partial and i'll tell you how
because eventually I will know everything the way God knows me now
© 2012...copyright PHREEPOETRY & some unknown scribes ~free cee!~
FIRST CORINTHIANS ONE THIRTEEN SET TO POETRY
If everyone on earth understood what I was saying but I didn't love others as well
then i'd most probably spend eternity in hell
if I was a prognosticator and could tell everyone everything but didn't love my brothers what would I be
I would be a charlatan denying Calvary and Christianity
if I had that mustard seed of faith and could move mountains with my stare
I would have no love, no belief and would not care
for I would mean nothing to anyone on earth
and every sin would lower my worth
if I were willing to give everything to the poor, the smart and the not so clever
if I didn't care about humanity I would be of no use whatsoever
now let us discuss the theory of love
the kind of love that comes from above
love, of late, has been on my mind
and I realize love is patient and kind
in my way of thinking jealousy and pride do not enter the equation
love never rejoices in injustice and tries in all ways to pass on a righteous education
I beg my brothers to give my way of thinking a chance
because love for mankind stays stalwart throughout every circumstance
every man will have a prophecy and a testimony to declare
for love is humble and never prejudiced but in the end these gifts will disappear
here's the thing, when I was a child I played with toys
and received a thousand smiles, laughter and ten thousand joys
but then adolescence entered the picture and my toys had to be put away
i'll always remember the hurtfulness of a most sorrowful day
but suddenly, sans toys, I was able to see with clarity
and nothing in The Bible could succumb to disparity
everything I know now is partial and i'll tell you how
because eventually I will know everything the way God knows me now
© 2012...PHREEPOETRY & some unknown scribes ~free cee!~
Forgiveness is a cleansing of the soul
when hurtfulness by others causes pain.
With grudges held, the spirit is not whole;
they stab the heart and overload the brain.
A letting go of bad things that have passed
done unto us by family or friends,
releases them from wrongs they have amassed-
so from their side, feel free to make amends.
A two-way street- forgiveness is the balm:
forgiver gifts the chance to wipe the slate;
offender accepts kindly with aplomb-
and mending can begin for future fate.
Arduous agonizing affliction
doth unrelentingly assail...
aghast to exhale lest...lose
desperate clinging clutch
held by bloodied cracked fingernail
phantasmagoric tendrils constrict
stoppering me to whisper or wail
yawning abyss menacingly beseeches
hmm...release could immediately curtail
cumulative (lifetime's worth) travail
freefalling, pirouetting unnervingly,
unstoppably, unwaveringly... zipping
into infinite black hell hole ail
mince vanish as doth guilt - a hail
storm peppering psyche... jail
time for eternity excluded option
asper garden variety baby boomer male,
albeit the father of deux darling daughters,
the eldest (broke vow of silent communication),
she reached out after months long hiatus telltale
indications to accept genuine apology
her papa (me) rages against hurtfulness, he
affixed indelible psychological scars each travail
boomeranged backed to yours truly duress
during her impressionable years, she did rail
and rant previous conversation, the scale
innocent intelligent progeny, we begat
(myself and misses) financially ill prepared
to provide respectable accommodations
"dirt poor" status detrimental
with affluent MainLine
incomes luxe Lower Merion
living costs fateful design
neighbors cursed, ostracized, vilified...
unsightly unkempt property (i.e. unmanicured)
intolerant snobs didst malign
child welfare services called NOT to dine
but emphatic for papa and mama to align
dwelling safe and secure for minors
yes, I attest despicable living conditions
crowded house with Zison heirlooms
owners - malignant hoarders did confine
considerably reducing cubic feet,
they relations of spouse evicted us
ready to point carbine
at temple...quicker than noose
dead of winter 2010 near homelessness
relocated within "roach motel" decline
among our dynamics with offspring
livid with rage, asper an inferno no divine
comedy compounded by lascivious
behaviour - mine to hasten dateline
enduring helplessness, hardship
being alive plus brandishing knife
against self witnessed...I assign
poor marks as paternal parent,
who bemoans loathsome
impact...this papa gropes toward hotline!
Do not be despicable
It is really terrible
How your attitude is being
Your humanity is fleeting
More and more each time I see
Your mannerism, its clearly
Out of control, so out of whack
All you ever do is attack
With words of fury and disgust
That break down and badly bust
Anyone that comes your way
Thinking it is fun to play
With the fragile emotions
Clueless about any notion
How much pain you are inflicting
Or the way it is affecting
The lives you are tearing apart
Where is the love in your heart
Your ice cold and do not know
How this freezing leaves a glow
Of hurtfulness or does it matter
Your about to really shatter
Into a million broken pieces
Everyone who ever reaches
All the iciness inside
The dark pit you always hide
Only coming out when you
Want someone to feel blue
Does it make you happy when
A day is ruined once again
By your insensitivity
Can't you realize and see
There is another way to live
If you'd try to care and give
Less of your ignorance
In return you'd know kindness
Thawing that icy cold heart
You can make a better start
Mother offers help and nurturing
Through life's hardships
Gain is mother's love
Comfort bestows my sweet mother
Hide my displeasures
Forgive my hurtfulness
Nurture and uplift my spirit, dear heart
Till death separates our hearts