The void,
in which my thoughts have space,
to fly away,
but please, don't hurt me.
Hurt me like you always do,
put sharp blades in my soul,
I know you do.
The memories come up,
the hurt I've been trough and now
I just relive what happened,
in silence too.
Alone in silence,
but than again, I'm not alone.
Ghosts hunt me from my past,
how to avoid them, I don't know.
Can you help me?
Sure you can.
But then it wouldn't be silence anymore,
would it? My dear friend.
O soil of Gaza, within your belly lie their souls,
Their flesh you consumed without a conscience,
Their blood runs deep into your hidden streams,
Yet you boast of swallowing their tender bones.
You paved a path for their deformed limbs,
Without pity, you grant their innocence a bed.
We weep, yet you pretend our tears are sweat,
While you take joy in burying our children.
The bombs they hurl on your blossoms explode,
Cutting lives short, dismissing their future.
You turn gun-shattered bodies into your fertility,
But of what use, when their limbs lie withered?
O soil of Gaza, vomit out the souls of these children,
—
in innocence they entered your gluttonous belly.
Their days are better above you than within you,
So why did you allow your greed to take them away?
I smiled and said hello
her loneliness ever so deep yet tangible
kindness ~ ointment to old wounds
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
A broken heart is capable of destroying
With ease the essence of being a man
Making it impossible for you to function
As it lays waste to your life's plan
Then slowly it begins to steal away
Your purpose and also your will to live
Continuing it's raid until you're depleted
In a longer have anything you can give
Your friends start to distance themselves
You believe its because you wear a frown
The truth is sinister and harder to believe
They're afraid you will pull them down
When you have nothing to call your own
In the world has labeled you as a bum
Even your family will create some space
Quietly ashamed of what you've become
A broken heart only has one desire in life
And that's to be able to hold you down
And the people you believed once cared
Ignore you and no longer come around
And then one day you realize you're alone
And nobody's there to lend you a hand
Your broken heart is trying desperately
To hold you forever under its command
Will you be able to stop from falling
To the deepest depths of this living hell
Will you be able to mend your broken heart
Or be another sad story that people will tell
I’m an idiot; I keep bending
my feather-tipped thumb
like lumber; not limber
this knuckle bone nail
painted cheap-pink; thinks
only of ink in bottomless pit
push, press, plunk; put on
the old brace to restrain
but don’t you know; the sucker
will escape ‘cause the writer
just can’t give it a rest; useless
to try - won’t cut it off, right?!
Write!
.
.
.
.
.
.
You say there's nothing on earth
That im able to say or even do
To restore the love in your heart
Or fix this relationship with you
You're saying that you love me
But the opposite is being shown
You continue to push me away
And say you need to be alone
What you are showing to me
Is your heart can be cold as ice
I can't sense what you're doing
Don't offer my love as a sacrifice
Just grant me one last chance
I can be the man you're needing
There's nothing that I wouldn't do
For your love I'm here pleading
You never cared about me really.
It hurts to finally open my eyes and see.
Now I just feel so stupid and lonely.
I am nothing but a fool to society.
rap pounding in my ears
not at all sure what it means
~ stilletos whacking at my skull
Struggle
Every day is a struggle,
Like a huddle
With myself In my head,
Wondering if it will end
Everyday you control my mind
Like a bind
A never ending bond
Of trauma
And drama
And running to my mama
I try to be happy
But I wish it was permanently
My mind is tired of this daily struggle
Just trying to be the kid
Who loved to cuddle
Struggle
There’s something at the bottom of This bottle.
I know it.
Not quite sure what it is yet,
But there’s something down there;
There has to be.
Is it a solution?
God no.
Is it a sense of satisfaction?
Most definitely not.
But the process of finding
Whatever it is
Sometimes gives me
A temporary sense of peace.
Sometimes.
Most times though…
Let’s not focus on that.
Focus on the warm and fuzzy feeling
I get from my search.
If it feels this good now,
It has to feel that much better
When I find whatever’s down there.
I don’t know what’s down there,
But I’ll drown trying to find it.
the blinders rest with ease—
seams seemingly gaunting;
haunting whispers crunch like teeth,
seekers left to guess
pestering what comes next
be a kiss that is gentle
or bent with tiles filing
finally laying—rather lying;
dying to look you
hook right between the eye
lend the heaven, tongues that speak.
though weepy,
deep and soundly they hide
behind masks clasping dearly
refraining to reclaim their faces
places they’ve felt love.
people they’ve once known—
sewn behind is their truth
and truthfully their pain is plain
written in bold
holding bruises
whether you choose to see it
or be it amiss.
wishing well feels like rope
we can feel it doping us
hoping that our next breath
is the last one to give less.
but living session after session
their weapons once sharp dulling
full hands weaken with tire
and wiry sighs leave the senses
why?
because we weren’t just prizes
disguised to heel blindly
or crawl without first running—
we are not sick and lowly farm animal
simple, dirty, managed to be manageable.
A broken heart
Can not begin to describe
The pain I feel
My heart was obliterated
Pass the point of return
To the point
Where the ashes
Of which used to contain my soul
Dissolved into the water of my tears
i spend all my days with someone
who doesn't care about me in the slightest
and hurts my feelings in the worst ways
but i can't let go of her
nothing would ever be the same
everyone says it'd be
for the better in some ways
but that's not how i feel
if i let you go,
i'm letting part of me go
and i can't let some of me go
without all of me going
so i keep you around to keep myself
i don't even want to keep mysef
i don't think you care to keep me either
but part of me still wants to believe
you'll have the same love for me you once felt
even if it was never real
i will peel myself open and open again
so you can get a taste of my fruit inside
and spit me right back out
only to come back for more
you never liked how i tasted
you just liked watching me peel open
showing you the most vulnerable part of me
you liked peeling my pith away
all of me wasn't good enough for you
you could only accept certain parts of me
and even though i changed to please you
i'm still not good enough
so i'll stitch my peel back up
until you're ready to try me again
Sometimes love is unrequited—
sometimes it shines,
like the moon and the stars.
But what if it’s siblings
who carry that silence?
A single word
separating five years of life.
Like wood that’s been broken—
no matter how many times
you saw, sand, and repair,
it never regains
its original shape.
And so we live,
close in blood,
but disfigured in heart.
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I’ve run out of things to say to you
I who love how language feels
Cannot see your thoughts to know,
How to ask what you conceal.
Perfection is fine to a point,
An everlasting urge
but I’d never breathe again,
If I did not share our eternal love.
The exquisite princess of maiden joy
Can sacrifice her honor and her name,
By giving of her sullen self
from within her hidden carnal dream.
Understand the silent plan
The never spoken thought.
Reflect on days never lived,
Answers never given, never sought.
Receive please what you are due.
Believe at least that I love you.
Specific Types of Hurt Poems
Definition | What is Hurt in Poetry?
Poems Related to Hurt
aching, agonized, battered, burned, hit, harmed, pained, sore, suffering, sad, stricken, bleeding, scraped, in pain, pain, bruise, suffering, black and blue, injure, bruise, wound, damage,