Hurt Poems | Examples of Hurt Poetry

Maybe one day, my pain will go away Maybe one day, I’ll feel the healing someday Maybe One Day Maybe one day, the bad memories will flee Maybe one day, my thoughts will be stress free Maybe One Day Maybe one day, my heart will not hurt anymore Maybe one day, it will be filled up with...

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She said I can't trust you. You are to cleaver for me. so why do I stay? it sounds foreign to be close to you my dear. My morning star right there. Can you help? Can you heal? instead, you are poison for me. Now you have my soul, but you can't own me. so please move, step back, don't move. don't f$%ken touch...

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you let love slip through your fingers where you once held the key now you're haunted with regret and have nowhere else to flee...

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Cliché: “Time heals all wounds.” (Irritation: It implies passivity, ignoring the ache, the effort, the mess of healing.) Better Version: Healing is not the passing of time— it is the choosing to keep walking with the limp. Poem They say time heals all wounds, but time does nothing without your hands in the dirt. It just sits there, ticks forward, waits for you to move. Healing is...

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GREY. "Life is not black or white; it is the agony of grey." “I can’t do this”, she said. With an unveiling frown, “I can’t deal with all this” but the treasons were filled with all her absurd, The voice that used to occupy my crown, Now echoes with these ‘final words’, Those silent whispers are now haunted by the...

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Season of violet grief A day of navy oaths The weather a dim pink hush— ghosts of past, my muse. I accidentally wrote a letter scrawled on pale paper— Guess, my June, what spills forth when your blade slips through— —not me, the envelope. Perhaps a carol, yes— or an oration (how proud I was!)— or— no, not that— —perhaps just a thin red thread, words sealed in...

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Sometimes I wonder, if I’m wasting my seconds trying to prove love lasts longer when you drown it with gin. Her ghost circles back— again, again— the Poppy wears a saccharine, serrated grin— (oh, how I’ve missed it) nestled among my worn-out keycaps. I didn’t mean to write her— I keep pressing delete— But she never blinks. I write, or she erases me. ...

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In the silence, I hear my own voice A whispered longing, a heart that makes some noise I reach for connection, a gentle touch But find instead a space that's too much The weight of unspoken words, a heaviness I bear A sense of longing that I've learned to share With every step, I search for a place to stand A sense...

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I feel the biting of the wind, stinging my ear The soft silver blanket falling from the sky, crying on me With you by my side, draped in silk I lean over the edge Admire the world's beauty When I feel your blade kiss my throat Stealing the glint of the city Mouth parting slowly..with a stupid realization Eyelids meeting, as...

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How long does it take to break broken glass until it’s broken beyond repair? How long does it take for avoidant eyes to finally learn to stare? Will it take long enough for glass to pierce my shattered, battered heart, Or eyes that will never look that way from the very start? Does it take a fool or a...

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My pen is mourning the agonies and the sufferings Of my people, who are drowning in the sea of misery. My keyboard' strokes are shadowing the slow rhythms Of the wandering beggar, who's lost in the sanctuary. My voice denounces the filthy cholera and the injustices, Which are punishing the weakest souls of the valley. A tiny oligarchy is meagerly being...

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They came to take us To pay for our sins And I waited And waited But they never came So I thought Why did the angels forgive me And I can't...

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2024.05.18 One year ago, on a Saturday @ 20:10:00, I wrote "Now, I just remember something to ask you. If I lost my memory and/or Was not able to read English any more, Would you be kind enough to read my life story back to me? Nay, maybe not, by then You would have a lovely family To enjoy and...

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These stairs have wept a million tears walking from parking lot to hospital room Hearts travel them, to meet their worst fears Through shadows and shame, past years Blessed by the memoires who consume These stairs have wept a million tears With the music of a soul ringing in my ears There’s more love and grace than gloom Hearts travel them, to meet...

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Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die—quote by Carrie Fisher You must pick one or the other time has passed Warning signs have stopped tipped the scales caution is not priority in here fairy tales Why come to this, and all for what? All or nothing, the game is on Extraction...

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