Best Lifepain Poems
Only certain people possess the strength to be great
Each and everyday you have to unbend what they tried
to break. You have to be very aware of what
is at stake so you fake your way through because
you can't let a hint of the pain escape.
It takes a day by day fight and sometimes
the inner turmoil starts to boil to the surface.
When the doubts come about all you want to
do is lay low and off the radar like a hidden
criminal but everyone notices. They point you
out and quickly collect the amount just so they
can step over you and make sure you never
amount to anything.
It's when your beaten down that
it hurts the worse god isn't watching now
so that's when the devil lays his curse.
All the good fortune disperses and your so low
that your plastered to the ground like cement
It's after all the pain and the falling down that
you find yourself. It's after your been scarred
that the courage unfolds and lets itself be known.
Now you are whole.
No pain no gain in the natural,
No pain unfortunately that’s the way,
Working on biceps, and other muscles,
For physical results. No exempt from life’s
Problem without a doubt.
Who needs pain to gain in any case?
Nothing good comes easy we know.
It’s part of life and we cannot change,
Adam and Eve in labor set the stage.
No pain no gain no end result to boast,
Pain so painful, still attracts a toast,
Enjoy the success, and freedom it brings
Not anything specific, but almost anything.
Form:
1 back injury
2 back surgerys
3 pain pills
1 muscle relaxer
1 depression pill
1 drop foot
1 brace to wear
0 dollars in the bank account
1 job lossed
26,000 dollars settled for
1 attorney whos weird
1 lawsuit
3 more pain pills
24 hours of pain
5 doctors seen
1 surgeon who cut me open
2 metal rods
16 staples in my back
7 days in the hospital
100,000's of dollars that work comp paid out
Still I'm stuck with 1 big headache that doesn't seem to end
All from 1 5second mistake at work
From my years of living
I figured out two kinds of pain
One is physical
it only last a while
The second is emotional
it last forever
I have experianced both
they are hell
But if I had to chose the worst
It would be the emotional pain
Because you never get over it
May it be the pain you feel
Or the love thats lost for life
Hang onto your happiness
Hold onto your smile
Because lifes not so bad
The pains only lasts
For a little while
And a new love will be found
And the pain will heal
May it be the loss of a life
Or the hate you feel towards someone
Hold onto the good
Hold onto the hope
And remember theres always tomorrow
Theres always another happy moment
To heal your wounds.
she cowers in the corner
when he comes home the
mere clomp of the boots
make their way to the room
wherein she is hiding her
breathing rapidly increasing
her heart thumping louder
than his footsteps growing
closer while she tries to
work out her next move she
is pulled out from under
the bed by her ankles what
happens next you imagine
in your worst terror if you
can picture a glass bottle
being forcefully thrown
point-blank at a plane of
brand-new asphalt smashing
splintering all over the place
cutting slicing hurting
maiming everything in its
path the shards never to be
removed but instead to inflame
infect to etch permanent
physical scars in her skin to
mirror to echo the emotional
the mental scars vibrating
maddening throughout her
body the cycle continues
day after day week after
week year after year the
whole while making any
possible memory of what
he was before it all began
when she swore herself to
him when they smiled
together when the proverbial
demons were nowhere to
be seen yet now they are
all that she sees without a
free moment to breathe
anything but fear sadness
blood still caked on the side
of her cheek she slides
quicker quicker quicker
into the red the darker the
color as the pain explodes
in her brain as each day’s
torment torture brings
what she never thought
possible a new surprise of
momentously malicious
proportions until she breaks
like the glass he broke a
hundred thousand times
she closes her eyes grips
whatever is heavy blunt
sharp killing device with
both hands comes crashing
down hard swift powerful
with every bit of strength
that she has inside her that
she has kept pent up inside
the whole while she has been
beaten beaten beaten for
years now always covering
up her wounds sharing not
a second of her story to
anyone always lying to her
best friends her family now
all ending all wrapping up
the story when his head
smashed like glass spattered
gushing flowing a maroon
pool all over the floor she
drops the instrument of her
freedom from him her freedom
from all the pain she lifts her
head she does not cry a
tear for all her tears have been
cried out she leaves the room
in silence a silence so sweet
it sings a million new melodies
which illustrate the possibility of
a new beginning.
Creeping behind the walls and chairs
They linger all about.
They hang themselves amongst our homes
Causing pain and doubt.
They thrive upon our sorrow,
Upon our hate, our lives, our hearts.
They eat away at our souls
And watch us fall apart.
laughing in our faces, knocking us down.
Yet we fail to notice them-
Though they are all around.
They talk to us when we are awake
And ly with us as we sleep.
They torment our every waking day
And haunt us in our dreams.
They feed upon our empty souls,
And drink upon our misfortunes.
They live so long as we are sad,
And die if we are fortunate.
In and out all day all night,
They never seem to leave.
When ever we leave a room or shut a light,
They're there with you and me.
Though they manage to stay hidden,
We know that they are there.
We can feel them breathing down our backs,
And brushing against our hairs.
With every word that comes forth our mouths,
And every momentous thought-
They're with us-thinking with us-
Speaking the words we have fought.
Their foul stench fills the air
Making one sick to the smell.
Their cold touch upon our bodies,
Sends shivers through out ourselves.
We feel them enter our skins
And break beneathe our bones.
Bitting into our bodies,
Ripping apart our souls.
Clenching their rugged jaws
As hard as they can bite.
They rip and tear and eat away,
With all their strenght and might.
They make you cry, they make you sad,
They make you want to give up.
They posses your mind with evil thoughts
And all their is to corrupt.
They know as long as you are down,
And don't have the courage to get back up-
They continue to tie you down
And force you to give up.
Once you give into their temptation
They know they took your soul,
And their job with you is done.
You've left to lone and wither
And lay to rot away.
Never being happy again,
or live another day.
They've robbed you of your blessings,
They've took all of your strength.
Once they got you where they want,
They just take it all away.
Back into the walls and chairs,
The doors and beds and halls.
Slithering about and around,
Looking for more lost souls.
It doesnt take much longer,
For them to return or find a new.
Again the pain and torture starts
Until the chains have broken through.........
Form:
crashed down burning
pain denotes yearning
circling down, down, down...
smile turns into a frown
and crying from trying
broken again....
overwhelming never ceases
as i spill out into pieces
and broken is shattered
so much for all that mattered
returns pain in the refrain
broken again...
It isn't so much that I feel it
as much as its stays unfixed
Its not so much that I can't think
its the fact that I stay mixed
spread out in all about,
are many parts of me,
fragments suffering in doubt,
and it's all I can see,
with care and very aware,
Broken again....
only changing into what breaks,
not knowing what it takes,
losing the will to live still,
still becomes a twisted ill,
no ground all around,
broken again...
It isn't so much that I feel it
as much as its stays unfixed.
It's not so much that I can't think,
it's the fact that I stay mixed.
the never ending pain is driving me insane
what spiritually can I gain?
I try to shatter back the latter hac into my soul
pray to God, give the yes nod, and surrender control
It isn't so much that I feel it
as much as its stays unfixed
Its not so much that I can't think
its the fact that I stay mixed
Broken again...
heartache and pain take over everything. my mind is a tornado, my heart is a black hole, my eyes are blood
shot red, and every vain in my body sticks out. Rage overwhelms me and i want to scream. I try to calm myself
as i cry out of frustration, but I fall to my knees, with my head straight down. I look up and see my reflection. And I see the
real me. I see my broken heart, my confused mind, my tear filled eyes, and the pain that i've been trying to
hide.
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Form:
The true artist never dies,
Rather lives on in the many hearts/
A wise soldier will always learn,
That living by sight will cause one to burn,
A memory can be tainted by a battery of lies !
Oft, we hear a word spoken in the darness,
With the inner pain that can be released in the light;
Never give up the fight !
Within pain that can turn many heads away/
Choose to bow the knee to pray/
Don't ever assume that everything is all right,
By painting the town both by living by sight !
Be captivated by who you are,
This true source of truth,
One will never learn at the local bar/
Oft' we get tired and a bit perplexed ?
This challenge to be free is a question of time !
Like a leaning tower,
We are so afraid to reveal are true selves/
By hiding behind the four walls,
With heavy bars made out of steel/
Don't ever give up on what is real !
Sheltered from the outside cold/
It is true that the true artist never dies/
Rather to live on in the many hearts of their adoring fans !
We will live to cherish every moment and lasting memory !
Until a las we will reach heaven's door !
Constantly dreaming of thing's I can't see,
running away from the pain inside me,
knowing I have what it takes to be,
but falling pray to a monster disease.
The strength that I have , I stole from my mom,
The love that I hold came from my son.
the pain I feel is cause they are gone,
and still I keep walking this road I am on.
It's a soldiers life, I take what I need
the only war that I fight is inside of me,
looking to win and praying for peace,
home is a dream I wanna believe.......
Lost in the world of life on the streets
Love is like the feathered yearns,
Warm silky in exposed churns,
Beastly joy with pain to clutch,
Hot thrills within the yielded touch;
Still we learn true love is vain,
Reckless mind in fear of pain,
Exposed dreams as real heart burn;
Dig or bury satiated fun?
There is pain with no true love...?
For we seek desire with lust.
My rage took over as I formed a spear of ice and slowly let it drive itself into his heart,
Lucian screamed in horror at the process in which his friend would die by. I turned toward
these two strangers and stared at their bewildered and pale faces, I spoke and they listened
intently, “if I find out you are in anyway a part of this you will suffer pain purely
unimaginable”. Giving them the benefit of the doubt I asked them “are you” they replied no,
I asked them again with the answer. I probed their minds and found out their names and all
sort of dark secrets such as them being the buyer’s of these woman’s. I quickly froze their
legs and let them bicker amongst themselves about how they were wrong. I walked toward
the women’s and asked “What should be of these mans who held you and of those who were
to be your masters”. They all stared at each other but one spoke and said do what you must
but set us free. I abided to their wishes and unfastened their chains; she stared at me
bewildered and said no we want to be set free from body and soul. I looked towards the
other and said do you truly want this do you let this woman speak for you, all replied but one
word in unison “yes” all but one I let her go freely. I asked the others what about their
families their loved ones. Some replied and said what family all were killed by these men
and their guild; they split the entire woman in our village into groups of 7 and took them into
different regions to be sold. We have endured hardships and all we want is peace certainly a
god of your caliber can grant that to us. I gave them the quickest and beautiful death that
such courageous woman like these deserved I froze their entire bodies without letting them
feel any pain or cold then I shattered their bodies into the wind and let them float into
horizon as precious crystals.
Form:
She grew up in the florida sun,
and started using drugs for fun;
To heighten the party and to "fit in",
she didnt know she'd end up on a limb;
During her marriage she continued with pot,
but encountered problems and untied the knot;
She went on with her life, she was a mom with two kids,
what was best for her children is what she did;
She met a man and there feelings soared,
she had two more children-now there were four;
One day running late she took her son to school,
her life changed that day as fate would rule;
Snow had fallen heavy and began to melt,
the schools skylight had fallen and great pain she was dealt;
An injury to her neck this caused,
she was prescribed medication to give her pain pause;
Relief from the pain was what she sought,
an addiction to pills was what she caught;
Which brought legal issues that she did not forsee,
when all that she wanted was to be pain free;
From all that addiction ultimately cost,
to regain her childrens trust that she'd lost;
To learn to manage her pain and be.....A mother whos once again "drug free".
I did not know pain when I was born
and even though the crying pierced the cold air
She was born with me
as my twin …
In my walk through a street without exit
she reached for me with her tough hands
pulling me towards her
Up to the tears…
My pain grew older
Under the shelter of my eyelashes landed without apostatize
The light of my spirit casted her away
But she kept returning again and again…
Again ...
Now, after so long is still knocking
With anonymous names revolves around me
Acts softly and smoothly ..
looking for some life ...
Grew old my childbirth pain
Covered in grey hair
as she shakes now lifeless in my hands…