Best Suffering Poems

Believing that marriage was ordained of God; 
that, like a seed, it needed constant nurturing, 
she sowed her deep devotion with a hope 
that stretched beyond an ordinary scope. 
That hope scanned schisms that had left her desolate-
until it reached the heavens with her prayers.

Time...

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O dear Lord, let my thoughts fly upwards, 
For we have sinned abominably against you,
And never bothered to think of You.
We raised false idols of our own making:
The gods of power, money, and lust.
Our corruption goes so deep,
That we realize too late
How very much unhappy...

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I suffer for you.
I suffer for me.
I suffer for the way 
life used to be.

I suffer for women with babies 
who'll feel the pain
of not being able
to feed them again.

I suffer for young lovers 
who'll never know why 
their dreams and schemes
had to die.

For the...

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14 hours in a New York minute,
I ought to stop,
But I can't quit it...

No answer to my call...
Is it the end
Of it all?

The pain, it does spread,
Making the future
Something to dread...

Somehow, some way,
I got to get out of here,
Cause I'm swimming
In a sea of fear...

So...

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'In the darkness may glimpses of light be shone upon me,
giving me the strength i need to walk thru the shadows of whispering trees and untamed wild beasts to mend what secretly is.....a silent but ever aching heart...

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Searching vainly, the dark enthralled with death, 
Moral fervor and forthrightness deep breath.
In utter silence, stealth into its depths 
Drawing breath, soon all His knowledge in breadth. 

Amidst the Garden of Gethsemane, 
Distraught His strength falter growing angst pain; 
Looking up to the heavens in...

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Do not build a ladder  
when I fall into the abyss  
I did not call for climbing

The thorn in me  
is not a riddle to be solved, 
nor a window begging repair  
I am thunder — not your project; 
I am...

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My head feels like it's being squeezed in a vise. Eardrums must have blown out from the explosion since I hear absolutely nothing, not even my own breath. Slowly rising to my feet I survey the damage. Left arm    gone  ...

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The darkest hour comes with pain that's insane,
Excruciating, unrelenting pain.
The sobbing and gasping are so abrupt.
The heart is broken; the body gives up.

The darkest hour tries to take full control,
Searching through the suffering for the soul.
Disillusioning evil tells a lie.
“Death will set you free, so...

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those powerful hands, embodying strength, offering a refuge, 
          the determined voice which carried assurance to fearful souls....
    a banyan tree stretching its branches to provide shade to the beaten.  

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The Trail Of Tears.
.
The snow fell when the long knifes came
Savages who robbed the sacred homelands 
And buffalo slaughtered bloody plains
Men woman and children the old and lame
Frog marched against their will
Never to see they’re homeland again
They’re hearts so full of pain
.
And the big chief...

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Dear Southern Gals

Savannah - oh honey
You beautiful Belle
Your locks long and loose
And silver as well
Muted mementos
Of suffering of pain
Of tears you have wept
Long rivers of rain

Georgia - oh honey
You dear southern Belle
Your story is cruel
And shameful as well
Your tresses have witnessed
In somber green gray 
The...

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stared at the two passionate lines for the longest time,
       what I wrote ..I created ... as if in a trance, as if in a surreal dream ..
           ...

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Sometimes, a slow fire burns inside of me,
And eats away at all the good I’ve done.
The Spark Divine’s across the Nether Sea*,
And of the blunt and broken, I am one.
I would my heart could smite smoke like a sword,
And burn a fiery streak across the...

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“A Cross To Bear”

Like salt in wounds, the pain ignites
Infected to the nerve,
Intrusive sunlight, blinding eyes
A hell I don’t deserve.

Useless band-aids morph as pills
False hope to cure real pain
Yet thoughts can be close to immune
To changing patterns, flying sane.

Invisible, this illness grows
The mental torture reigns
The...

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