Hurt Poems | Examples

THE PURPLE BRUSISES HURT LONGER

THE PURPLE BRUSISES ALWAYS SEEMS TO HURT LONGER THE PUNCH ITSELF THE TRAUMA OF THE BLOWS DOESN'T MATTER WHERE THE IMPACT THE PURPLE ONES HURT LONGER PERHAPS THIS IS WHY PURPLE WAS CHOSEN THE NATIONAL COLOR OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE VICTIMS I SURVIVED SEVERE DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND YES IT STINGS JUST LITTLE MORE THE PURPLE RIBBONS HUNG DURING OCTOBER THE MEMORIES OF BEING ABUSED LINGERS THE BRUSISES START OFF RED WATCHING THE BRUISE CHANGE COLORS RED BLACK AND BLUE PURPLE ALLOWS YOU TO SEE THE INSIDE OF THE WOUND YOU CRY A BIT SILENTLY WAITING FOR THE COLOR PURPLE TO DISSOLVE BACK INTO YOUR HEART REACHING OUT TO THE SPRING OF TAMPA BAY SAVED MY LIFE GAVE ME HOPE AS THOSE PURPLE BRUSISES BEGAN TO HEAL SO DID I GOD BLESS THE SPRING OF TAMPA BAY

Destruction

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

clementine

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

Unrequited Bond

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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Believe At Least

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.

Time Cures

Time cures most everything
And helps to heal the breaks,
But shortages of resources
Tense and test the zeal,
Creating less of what time makes
And more for it to heal.

Hurricane Of Hurt

This immense pain in my chest
Has my heart aching and breaking
There's a hurricane of hurt in me
All the pain it is giving I'm taking

With gale force winds of sadness 
Causing swells of tears in my eye
As I'm holding on for dear life
I ask myself the reason why

Why couldn't I love you more
Why was it that we had to fight 
Why couldn't i make us work 
Why can't I make this right

I've been sitting here wondering
If you'll come home someday
Will this pain in me subside
Its causing my mind to fray 

I'm caught in this hurricane
It seems all hope is lost
But I'll keep holding on to you
No matter what the cost

HURT LEAVE ITS MARK

Hurt leaves a mark
That's felt deep within 
Your soul which causes
You to serve your felling
From your body which
Keeps you from being
Hurt again

muse

You seem challenging,
Not an easy one.
You are quirky and unusual at the same time.
It isn't easy to read you, 
But effortless to observe.
You're philocalist, charismatic
Strong and brave-hearted
What you are is who I want to be.
It's a secret that I desired to know.

i yearn for my end

sometimes i fantasize about
driving on the highway
going eighty 
and swerving into oncoming traffic
will that make the hurting stop?
walking somewhere 
alone in the dark
and getting cornered by a murderer
will that make the hurting stop?
being home alone 
door bursts open
an intruder with a gun pointed right at me
aimed right at my head
will that make the hurting stop?
the medicine cabinet torn apart
four pill bottles scattered around me
all once full
now empty
will that make the hurting stop?
a blade in my hand, pressed to my wrist
finally brave enough
to go deeper than just the surface
will that make the hurting stop?
going to bed one night
head laid on my tear-stained pillow
and never waking up again
will that make the hurting stop?
will the hurting ever stop? 
or am i destined to live like this forever?
i'm not even living anymore
i'm just surviving 
barely surviving 
against my own will

Take It Back

If I could take it back the bad 
Know that I would do so fast
Retrieve every hurtful word 
Before the hatred was amassed

We would go back to the timel
Our love was perfect and fun
And you'd look at me and smile
Before all of the bad was done

To there never being any fights
When it was happiness and love
Do you remember being that way
Before the anger rained from above

We thought we'd be together forever
But now I guess we'll never tell
Because somewhere along the way
Our love was turned into hell

WE WILL CALL IT LOVE STILL

The heart will beat
to a rhythm blood can’t read
skipping sacred moments
bearing scars of battles past.

If love comes for blood
every kindness hides a snare
the gentle touch a leech
that takes far more than it gives.

Still, we will call it love
for it laughs at our laughter
weaves hope through our silence
clings to compliments like a starving child.

If love comes for blood
its mask is flawless and warm
for it dwells in our feelings
yet the heart remains blameless.

Silent Scream

I strive to vanquish transparent
colors staining your true essence.
Your mood is false skewed, running loose,
and our known love is fiction trapped.
My heart insists you must come back.
I wish to leave you, or stay you,
slaying themes you now live each day.
Love now holds my loud, silent scream.

Consumed By Misery

Last night was no different 
I cried myself to sleep again 
I haven't fallen asleep peacefully 
Since cannot remember when

My broken heart it pains me
And I can't keep the tears away 
Maybe my heart will heal soon
But today will not be that day

I'm empty without your love
Im left feeling barren inside 
It's not just a broken heart 
It's a part of my soul that died

Maybe I loved you more
Then I could ever show
I believe I may love you 
More than even I know 

Know im lonely without you
I'm clinging to your memory 
I think it makes this worse 
I've been consumed by misery

Listen to the Wind

Stirring the feelings, blessings so gentle, in light
I discover the songs of my dreams, my soul’s belief
Stars fall and memories plead with me at night
Where the last tears I shed for you are such a relief

Listen to the wind as it sings in waves of grace
Mellow notes of bittersweet, swift and praising
Softly, withered threads of a leaf’s quiet embrace
Pouring over my heart, so gentle, delicate, amazing

Stirring the heart, beautiful that finds it truth
Along the streets of yesterday, I once understood
You were just there, like the grass or tree, in our youth
Whispering love softly, singing songs like we should

Listen to the wind murmur its light over my soul
A miracle blowing silence through the notes of peace
Forever risking my heart on the time your love stole
Moments weary with the melody that will never cease

Stirring in my spirit, the joy of September
Listen to the wind, a breathless moan of prayer
Revealing the wonder of hope felt, I remember!

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