Life Pain Poems - Poems about Life Pain

Life's loveless hand scraped me Blood poured on dry cement The sun heated it up Boiling on the ground But a stain remains there ...

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Crick, Crack,Pop!,—“Ow!”, ach… won’t my joints of ache never relent? The tension—every move— with each attempt to loose—a rigid groove— my muscles,—all efforts to simply break the pressure,—ayayaye,so,taut—,to shake free my body, to feel the strain improve, I’ve tried to stretch myself so to remove the overwhelming cramps and pangs, which rake my shambling corpse.—But ill I...

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I see you, lurking at the edge of the crowd with your eyes down and head hanging When I do meet your eyes, I feel the impact of the pain that I see there It feels inadquate, but I offer a smile and a prayer and hope that you can see that I care...

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The subtle thread which mends a laceration is woven through fresh, tender flesh to bind disreconciled horizons, disentwined by words sharper than the knives of damnation. Then, even once that painful separation is closed, there’s still so much left to attend to,—wash the wound, put bandages, amend echoes saddled with righteous indignation. A stitch is but the means of tying tight the gasping...

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As I walk each day through fire, The burning bridges in my wake; ...

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“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes,” - Lord Byron ************************************************************** ...

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You say you love me now But wait until I can't get sleep, cause my elbow is in pain And all I can do is sit and brave it out Wait until I need that quick drive to the hospital When I'm in pain I barely speak And my face turns into the despair I keep inward When all I care...

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CARRIER In a world where the woman already goes through a lot I can't imagine what it's like for all carriers Especially when they don't know that they are And only get to know after they welcome a child into this world Cause it marks a moment of learning Learning to be a mum, and also to take care of the child...

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“In the cold embrace of death, we come to realize the fragility of human existence.” Unknown ************************************************************** The Cold Embrace...

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The pain increases every day bit by bit, I have no say I do what I can to ease it all but it’s been a real long-haul from cramping feet to head in a vice swollen fingers, no paradise aching hips, joints all stiff inner workings gone skew-whiff pins & needles, exhaustion too I get no help, so I push through muscles ache, it’s hard...

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MIRZA GHALIB ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS Urdu poems about life, passion, pain, night, sleep, thought, longing, laments, death & the heart. I long to embrace her, Ghalib, whose thought is the rose in its dress of petals. —Mirza Ghalib, translation by Michael R. Burch Wholly pledged to passion amid mundane life, I worship lighting, lament the torched harvest. —Mirza Ghalib, translation by Michael R....

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Yes mother I feel, I can feel my head turning inisde out it hurts so much oh please please could you hold me for a minute or half i can feel every inch of me turning and twisting and breaking i see my eyes pop out of my head along with my heart and a bit of...

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If you can't love Just leave quitely Don't say harsh words You just invite agony You will never know How much I have been Or how much struggle And the pain I endure I have in this cruel life....

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As the morning dawns, the sounds of life emerge As the world awakens and begins the day The quiet darkness of night recedes and the Noise of daily life begins its clatter But are you really listening? The loudest noise that I hear every day is the Sound of pain and suffering but not everyone Can hear it, because you have to...

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I will give you a five, if you would swallow this sharp knife. As excruciating as it may feel, it describes my life. Hurt,sorrow,and failure are the paints of my little globe. It should have been bright but it gives out no light. In my little world, it is so dim,since daily pain boils up to the rim....

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