Best Sad Pain Poems
the floorboards offer only joist only the give the soft jawed stud in the hall
plaster molts white flecks like the chicken did last winter
the tv spits a grey electric grit
a static stuck rattling the cul de sac the deadbolt evening click
i have swept the dead from the wires the cold clot they leave in the pipes
the notice said final in red it promised a merciful eviction
in a neighborhood of taped up windows
the crabgrass a green fire where the dog used to squat wait
inside the mind a leaden bell a pendulum already swinging
the weight of crown molding and sweat
a siyn nap pops like a fuse when the heart stops
just the thermostat clicking off
the house already a frozen meat locker of blue bellies
as the soul snags on the splintered jamb by the side door
while the neighbors count the moving boxes
i kept thinking about the fridge light how long it could burn
over the fatback sweating into a cold yellow brine
the stars rock salt in a split lip
the factory a pulled socket wired to nothing bleeding soot
porch light a clotted throat of toasted wings
the smoke alarm battery dead
all that evisceration funnels us back to the kitchen
we sit in the kitchen thumbing the unpaid slips
my fingers gelid sticking to the paper
the fridge drones on borrowed power
just caught in the clock slow gears a germ in the cogs
the sink drips
the soul stays low in the wiring
behind the lath
holding on
until the breaker snaps
Why can’t you hear my forlorn cry?
Its restless desire calls out each night
Waiting for you to answer it
But you ignore my forlorn cry
Only thinking of your own self
Why won’t you answer my helpless call?
Its feeble sound grows softer each day
Hoping you will come to its aid
But you ignore my helpless call
Not thinking of the pain that burns in me
Each time you ignore my forlorn cry
You fuel the burning pain
I have suffered all my life
Depression is a disease
A disease just like cancer
Some people underestimate it
“Snap out of it” is not an answer.
I may not have any open sores
Or lumps that you can see
They are all on the inside
And the pain won’t let me be
I have tons of scars
That covers my wrist
I lie awake at night and pray
That by death I may be kissed
It’s a real pain inside
People don’t understand
They are not willing to give
The love I demand
On the outside I look healthy
On the inside I know I’m not
The pain gets worse everyday
Even worse that I could have thought
I withdraw myself and put myself
In a place where I can’t be seen
All because life can be so
So extremely mean
If I go missing, then please don’t bother
Don’t worry your little head
Because the next time you find me
I may as well be dead
Take this pain,
Take it all away.
Take my life, I don't care to see another day.
Take your apologies. Take them to someone who cares.
Take this pain,
Take it away.
Take this knife, take my life...
Take this blade,slide it across my wrist.
Take this pain away for this is my dying wish.
Take my body gently lay it down.As the blood flow starts,
take my memory and with it never part.
Take these words as i promise my revenge, my death will be avenged.
As though a mystery to the mind, loved one's will soon find that you are the
reason for
my early depart.
My killer was you........For you were the one who put the pain in my heart!!
In an old, crumbling town,
Everyone's been feeling down,
Children crying in despair,
Planes bombing in the air.
The war is intense, sad and deep,
But it has promises it yearns to keep,
Tormented with nightmares they never sleep,
Thus they can only sit and weep.
Soldiers defeated, arms chopped off,
Horses dying in the loft,
The dead child lay limp and soft,
It’s mourning mother holding him aloft.
A single lightbulb lit the room,
A hidden flower will never bloom,
Buildings on fire will never be saved,
The screams inside will forever be caved.
Don't weep, shed no more tears,
Remember us over the years,
Even though our lives did end,
I know this will happen again.
Your laughter haunts my lonely nights,
Memories echo in empty halls,
Each whisper stabs my aching heart,
Once we soared, now shadows fall,
A friendship lost, a love undone,
In silence, tears become my song.
Pain piercing ...
through the skin...
Trying to cover...
The pain inside...
the emotional hurt...
the damage caused...
Trying to hide...
away from thoughts..
away from pain...
away.. just away...
the permanant solution?
to a temporary problem...
no no no ...
dont wana go there...
but it hurts sooo bad...
want to stop the feelings...
stop, just stop ...
Crying over and over...
oh the pain inside hurts...
make it stop, make it stop...
cant cope with it...
help, help ...
Into the eye of the tiger I tumble
Fangs of grief claw at my heart.
The growling pain a low rumble
Threatening to tear me apart.
Emotions ripple beneath his skin.
Flexing muscles tensely reminds
This bloody battle I'll never win,
For in my soul, weakness he finds.
The tiger of pain circles my defenses
Stalking the memories in my mind.
He smells the fear of bloody pretences,
Of a heart that is weakened and blind.
How magnificent you are, tiger of mine
As I defiantly grab you by the tail.
The power of grief and pain intertwine
Against winds of fate I scream and rail.
Exhausted I cry for closure and peace
Primitive lament, pure pain I hear.
Every day the conflict seems to increase,
In the eye of the tiger I see my fear.
I cant believe that I've lost you
I was so naive and dumb
I'm sorry for the pain that I've cost you
After all the pain I'm now all alone
Tell me why you had to go
Why'd you break this heart of mine
Tell me, cause I need to know
Why'd you messed wit my mind
I miss you
I need
I really wish you were here
I want you
Still love you
Oh how I need you near
I wish that we can get back the love that we've lost
But I know that it is impossible
There's just no way to get back what we've already lost
Although it was something really special
We've lost it
As the circle starts,
Storm clouds appear,
Ahead of the road,
A plenty of a tear.
Muscles scream out as the stars charm the unbroken eyelids of the fit.
Fybro has hit!
Find it hard to sleep, the pain gets deep,
Find it hard to sit, for even a little bit,
Find it hard to hold, painful to the touch,
Find it hard to communicate, this hurts so much,
Just want a normal life is the cry,
Anything I will try!
The Drs look to the sky, not knowing why,
The drugs get eaten like pie,
Nothings working as the nights keep me tossing and turning,
Finally, I find what I am yearning,
The release of the pain,
Its been driving me insane,
A week later, fingers crossed I am in the clear,
O no! Storm clouds appear,
As the circle starts.
What if the wound is just to deep?
The blood just continues to seep.
Yet the one in pain never whispers a peep.
This secret she must keep.
This weight on her shoulder..
Her body grows colder,
Secret crushing her like a boulder.
All everyone sees is the smile she shows.
What's hidden below nobody knows.
While inside it grows and grows.
She just continues to move ahead.
While the fire deep inside is fed.
All the colors she see's turning 2 blood red.
Looking at her you'd never see how hard she fell.
The whispers say pick your poison well.
As for the secret you must never tell.
She watches a tear hit the ground.
Thankful yet again nobody is around.
For to this secret she is forever bound.
She screams out in pain hoping it's a nightmare.
Yet to answer her call no one is there.
To the pain she grows more aware.
Tell this secret.. Does she dare?
She needs to get it off her chest,
or she'll be dead at best.
She starts running looking for someone to tell.
For with every second she falls closer to hell.
Sadly she knows this all to well.
There's no one around when she cries out.
Her soul filling evermore with doubt.
You may ask what's this secret about?
Well, I can not tell, for she never got to say.
She fell to hell before she could give it away.
It remains a secret to this day.
So, still want to complain how things don't go your way?
Pain , pain go away.
Please don't come back another day.
For if it stays,
I might just pass,
And their would be no more mass.
For the pain i have.
What is sin? It is something that is buried within. Oh no! it is the
hidden sin, it comes back to haunt you again and again. Sometimes it
is near, sometimes it is far, also it can be a hidden war that lurks in our
inner-beings to haunt us again and again.
We love today and hate tommorrow, what is this hidden sorrow? It is the
thing that comes back to haunt us again and again. It makes you happy, it
makes you sad, it loves to make you feel real bad. So what is this hidden sin?
The thing that come back again and again,
Sometimes you are good, sometimes you are bad, it gives you pain you never had.
What is this hidden sin? The joy and pain that is hidden within, "This is the hidden
sin".
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It so cold outside, Its raining hard
The clouds are dark and grim
But no more grim than the darkness
Of the pain I feel within..
The darkness it engulfs me
It wraps around my soul
I can only wish for numbness
For this pain I cant control
Shall I write until my thumb bleeds
My hand bruised , My fingers seized
Ill carve words unto the page until it sets
Slipping back into the darkness
Yearning for a sleep with no regrets
Locked in silent madness
Infesting my mind with drowning memories
Hoping that prose will let me find my sleep
Trying to find a dream thats mine to keep
This darkness will continue without a fight
For theres no reason for hope without the light..
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i love the early morning rasp of his voice
the birthmarks and burn scars
midsummer skin
i love the sticky rash of lust
the way a heart ticks until it implodes
the sugar soaked kisses
i do not love the way he smacks my face
the way he pushes too hard
the ways he does not love me kindly
i do not love my swollen cheeks
my bruised hips
my blood
i do not love my blood
i love the touch of innocence in the morning
before i have upset him
when we bask in apologies and ignorance of all our yesterday's
when the whispers are not wasps nests and he grins like greek god
when everything is beautiful except i say stop and he doesn't listen.
everything is beautiful except blood vessels clawing at the surface.
everything is beautiful except trying to scream when you've forgotten how to breathe
"please don't" puts him at ease
"don't touch me" doesn't mean anything
"i love you" tosses the dice
i lick arsenic off collarbone
slice the tongue, gargle blood
say goodnight like it's the last
could be the last
he cracks my bones between boulders
between fists
there is no difference
between matchboxes and kisses
seduction and resistance
him and his father
i feel like the guy that plays the flute
calls the snakes.
he slithers around my body
like intimidation
like he's sizing up the prey
like all those secrets in the wasps nest have been beaten out
swarming
buzzing around my head
like he makes me call him "honey" because he knows i'm drowning in it
and the one stinger i have would change nothing
who strikes first dies first
and i'm feeling courageous
feeling like a death wish
he paints me in blacks and blues.
violent hues.
the canvas colored in control is quite the masterpiece
and she's tired of being sculpted
tired of being the victim at his hands
cold and cracked.
i do not love the aching of nostalgia
the dry empty palms
the fear of hearing his footsteps in the middle of the night
but i love the fresh faced stranger in the mirror
the skin that does not rip itself off
the comfort in silence
in safety
i love sunsets that look like honey and breathing in
knowing i'm not drowning anymore
saying "you will never be a real man"
and knowing
knowing
i have stung him