In Pain Poems - Poems about In Pain

The forest around her story damning the plains— The littlest girl seen by the wind through the plains. Green honey passes just by a bee's swirling wings; The gold smoothed by her heart; fingers reading the plains. The likelihood...Read the rest...

She looks down her nose At the locals in the town square As she sips tea from her fine china cup Pinky in the air Criticising and complaining Judging one and all Negativity runs through her veins Only she matters….all others insignificant...Read the rest...

Mom, Dad, I hope you are doing well. Because honestly I am going through hell. And I don't expect you to understand. Because NOBODY else can. I can't even say that I'm fine. Because honestly that's another line. Another line that...Read the rest...

I wish I had a remote to control my thoughts It would be great to change the volume, mute or source If only I could change the negative thoughts channel to the sports channel. Or even change...Read the rest...

Underneath cloudy morning skies, we can touch the rain, we can feel our pain, we can witness sorrow. Underneath clearer afternoon skies, we can observe the light, we can experience warmth, we can feel the sun, then maybe everyone, will somehow see tomorrow. ...Read the rest...

Shaking like soda It plunges my heart with claws Assaults with its fist...Read the rest...

How about some delicious tea I want it with crackers and brie Honey is very sweet Better than sweaty feet I got bit by a yellow bee That bee just flew far far away Guess the bee did not want to...Read the rest...

at night, when the blue moon calls out to all wild things, its azure a calming wave in the bottomless screaming night I walk in time and with each furthering step, sweeping strides which pay more mind to...Read the rest...

The devil sleeps in the hearts of men, When silence speaks no need of pen, Veiled, a puppet master pulling strings, Empathy dangling as the devil sings. Humanity resides in dreams despair, Hope futile against the growing swell, Frothing, the raging...Read the rest...

Enchanted by the mirage of florid ecstasy, the flower in my desiccated heart blossomed when your charisma drizzled on me like the soothing rare summer rain of oasis. The flame of my heart was stoked by the...Read the rest...

The distress... fatigue, combined with restlessness, tossing, and turning. Assuming I possess more energy than I truly do because what is worse, exhausting oneself or lying there, depleted? Many of us meet our end wishing...Read the rest...

In the shadowed alcove of memory, Where forgotten dreams curl like smoke, I wander, a spectral seeker, Tracing the edges of existence. The moon, a pale witness, Hangs low, its silver gaze unyielding, As if it...Read the rest...

"When Silence Speaks" poetry contest. Sponsor: Craig Cornish 2nd Place. Date Submitted: 07/05/2024 the air conditioner soothing my heated skin fire brick curtains with their red dyed orange bumblebee rays peeking through gaps in between, they have so much...Read the rest...

Sometimes I feel the devil rising ...Read the rest...

An existential crisis Left to my own devices Not an ounce of assistance Never show any resistance Just comply and let it be Dignity isn't a necessity I'm not the flower you'd pick from a garden Orchids are beautiful, I'm a sight...Read the rest...