Long Emotional pain Poems

Long Emotional pain Poems. Below are the most popular long Emotional pain by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Emotional pain poems by poem length and keyword.


Premium Member Being Homeless

(Written for the Being Homeless contest)

I am homeless.  Not a criminal, not crazy, not rich.
Emotional pain got the best of me, loved ones turned their backs.
I tried to fly and fell.  I tried to speak and couldn’t find the words.
I tried to overcome the fear and it consumed me.
I tried to succeed and I failed, and failed again.
I was misunderstood, so I ran and I ran.  
My pain got the best of me.  The streets became my home.
Where people are not close, just strangers at a distance.
Now I have very little to lose.  Maybe this is where I need to be.
I don't know how to start over from nothing, not yet anyway.
The pain got the best of me. This pain is worse than the alley.
Maybe, I will gain my courage alone in the night, under the bridge.
Maybe, I will survive enough cold, nasty looks and loneliness,
Strength and faith will return enough for a new beginning.
Maybe one day even a warm loving embrace that is real.
I dream of standing on top of the bridge waving and watching
This way of life float away, down the river, one day, some day.


She Was the Story, He Was Just a Page


He loved her
like the last day of autumn —
knowing she'd leave,
but holding on
as if his hands could change the season.

She wasn’t just a chapter —
she was the entire book
he never finished,
because he kept rereading
the parts where she smiled.

He built a world around her absence,
talked to her like she still listened
in the silence of 3 a.m. walls,
replied to old messages
just to feel alive in the ruins.

But to her,
he was a moment —
a page she turned
without reading twice,
a sentence that never made her pause.

He broke quietly,
in places she never looked.
While she moved on,
light-footed,
as if his love was never heavy enough to hold her.

He was waiting
in the story she left behind.
And she —
she never looked back
to see if it ended.

INNER FREEDOM

Leaping from the nest of isolation
Soaring without a set destination
Force of the wind lifts me up high
Flapping my precious wings in the sky
Sometimes slowly spinning while I glide
Letting my inner compass be my guide

Its the survivors courage for inner freedom
No stress or worries in my inner kingdom
Healed from the narcissist lies and pain from the past
Relieved that I released myself from under their grasp
Took me for granted all while I endured emotional pain
Healing caused tables to turn; there's no more gain

It's easy to tell someone to play the hand that's dealt
Until you experience situations causing the pain they felt
As I reflect to heal and give thanks for those fated lessons
Patience and forgiveness planted changes upon the seasons 
I took my power back from every experience that stole it
Unveiling my courage, resilience, confidence and true wit.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member CORNER OF MY TIME

I have no wish to partner with armor making my defenses sharper –
			it is spiritual truth I seek to garner

I choose to never deliberately hush any moments passing brush –
			but try absorbing its full blush

I strive to never miss night’s surrender as her curtain unfolds tender –
			flaring my sense of splendor

I retain my dreams with no border or restrictive list for order –
			to nurture even as I grow older

I will not abandon laughter as one sure inner joy crafter –
			well worth sharing and looking after

I shall never avoid emotional pain or swallow their teary refrain –
			though I refuse to tote their stain.

I decline to record my mistakes on any lined journal page -	
			errors serve my life's as my sage

         walk slow and light my feet
                     to the corner of my time
                              where my best self is dwelling,
                                        waiting to be claimed as mine
Form: Rhyme

Lets Not Fight

Having a fight with you  
Is like punching myself, 
Trying not to get bruise, 
Our soul is connected, 
My heart sway each time we speak 
 inflecting pain without intentions 
Yelling at each other for no reason. 
Trying my best to see things your way 
Knowingly, it's so wrong to stray from the love 
Can this kind of pain make me feel better? 
Or scar us for life? 
Having to fight with him 
It’s like taking a swim on a cold winter day 
Without thinking of myself as a polar bear, 
We always said I love you, daily 
Can love conqueror all. 
My heart knows how to attracts emotional pain, 
Our souls are waiting to make that sexual connection 
So, I don’t want to fight with him.


Addicts

Addicts injecting, ingesting,
 and inhaling their drugs.
   It's a dangerous life,
 trying to keep pace with the thugs.

     The addict uses,
 and pays dearly for the sin.
     The disease,
 effects all, it's under his skin.

     The trenches are full,
 of front-line soldiers affected by addiction.
     The city and the state scream,
 it's not their jurisdiction.
 
     Addiction is not a choice,
 that one makes,
     They ended up,
 addicts by mistake.

     Addicts are not
 moral failures,
     Their wounded warriors'
 drugs are their inhalers.

     They are not,
 week of character,
     Dealing with emotional pain,
 they hit a barrier.

     Addiction is the reaction,
 to emotional pain.
     It's cradle to grave,
 in the fast lane.

     98% of addicts,
 were harmed when they were young.
     They often have,
 mental issues and are high-strung.

     Using drugs,
 is an attempt to deal with the issues.
     Without proper guidance,
 the addict continues.

     Something went wrong,
 a long time ago,
     From that day on,
 it's been touch and go.

     Shame, guilt,
 I must be a bad kid,
     When your young,
 the pain stays hid.

     It festers up,
 much later in life,
     It affects all 
 you, your kids and your wife.

     You are not fully aware,
 of this inner shame,
     When you find it,
 where do you put the blame?

     You go crazy,
 trying to figure out what to do,
     You attempt suicide,
 you trying to kill you……

       Turbo1904
Form: Rhyme

When words dont come easily

When Words Don’t Come Easy”
Today is the kind of day when words don’t come easily. The bouquet of flowers arrives at the house, and I find myself grappling with acceptance. Is she truly gone? Am I prepared to make arrangements, to return there? Can I bear the pain, am I ready?
The calls await—those conversations where condolences are offered, where the words “I’m sorry for your loss” hang in the air. Today, words feel elusive, like butterflies slipping through my fingers.
Preparing for death is a daunting task. Grief wears a mask, and I suppress my emotional pain. I tell myself to remain logical, to cling to biblical thinking. But it rushes over me, relentless.
My prayer for the day echoes Psalm 34:18: “The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.” And I hold onto the truth that God is our refuge, our strength—an ever-present help in trouble.
May these words bring solace and strength during this difficult time. ??

Premium Member Whenever I Think About Poetry, I Want To Fall On My Knees and Weep

Sometimes the kneecap is sitting in 
An unbalanced way
This can cause the kneecap to slip out of the joint or 
Put more pressure on the thighbone

When Jericho was with me on the peak
Of Mount Tai he fell to his knees 
Causing bursa inflammation
A common type of knee injury of football players

He initially didn't weep, but 
I encouraged it 
Medical benefits of crying have been known 
As far back as the Classical era 

Like a purgative, draining off  
Releasing stress and emotional pain
I told him on that mountain summit 
To think about poetry and he thanked me

It was Winnie the Pooh that set him off

Premium Member Broken: The Lesbian Friendzone

Then at night when it’s quiet and everything’s black, 
Her thoughts will often reveal,
What she says and does throughout the warm day, 
Doesn’t explain the way that she feels,

About the love that she wants, the care and caress, 
The desire to be a best friend,
She leaves scars on her tongue from what’s never said, 
She keeps calm and smiles instead,

And she calls bull#### on friend zone, it doesn’t exist, 
She doesn’t know the words she should say,
To the girls in her life that she thinks are the ones, 
She does not want to be a cliché,

So she drifts off to sleep to her nightmare each night, 
Her one where she thinks she’s insane, 
Where she talks with anxiety alone with her fear, 
Of her unemotional emotional pain.
Form: Quatrain

Can You Relate,

A week ago i found out i had control over my dreams
Its kinda crazy if you know what i mean
I live my normal life when im awake 
Then i hurry back to sleep is this a mistake
I think you all can relate 
When im asleep there is no physical pain 
But the emotional pain remains 
When im asleep i can do what ever i desire 
There is nothing that i cant acquire 
Its hard not to cross that fine line 
Between what you cant do in normal time 
Last night i was super strong and could fly 
I jumped off a cliff without having to die 
The night before i had a big bag of money 
I spent it on a girl her name was honey 
I bought me a really nice car 
I know that doesnt sound very smart 
But its kinda like living in avatar
© Mike Grant  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace