Pain Longing Poems | Examples
These Pain Longing poems are examples of Longing poems about Pain. These are the best examples of Longing Pain poems written by international poets.
Written: August 16, 2026, for This Week's Poetry Wheel Challenge
Theme: Storm -
Emotion: Longing
Color: Green
Season: Harvest
Form: Acrostic
Object: Clock
Verb: Remember
S T O R M
Soft thunder stirs the dust along the road,
Tired hands waiting harvest before the cold.
Old windows rattle; remember the rain—
Rust on green gate, smell of earth in pain.
Maybe the clock slows for hope in the dark.
My heart is yours regardless of what I endure
All the heartbreak and pain that I will go through
All the scars on my heart in each tear I shed
Are the price I'll pay in hopes of being loved by you
Though our relationship is no picture of perfection
With all the storms that we've had to weather
If I have you by my side I have no fear in mind
Knowing we'll prevail as long as we're together
My love will not lessen or slowly fade away
It continues to grow becoming stronger for you
And even though we are at our love's lowest low
Remember we're fortunate to have a love so true
I vow I will love you longer than any forever
And I will never choose to leave your side
Until the day comes when that choice isn't ours
I will be by your side until the day I have died
I stand here with my arms wide open
I stand here waiting in silence
I wait,
praying endlessly
I know it’s your timing, not mine.
I know you’ve done the impossible.
Calm this storm that rages inside me.
NO ONE KNOWS THE PAIN I AM IN
OR SEES THE TEARS IN MY EYES
THAT DO NOT SHED
EVER SINCE YOU LEFT
NO ONE KNOWS HOW I CRY
IN MY SLEEP SINCE MY ARMS
NO LONGER HOLD YOU
NO ONE KNOWS HOW I
LONG TO HEAR YOUR VOICE OR
HOLD YOUR HAND WHEN I WALK
NO ONE KNOWS THAT WHEN I TURN TO
TELL YOU SOMETHING HOW MY HEART
BREAKS ALL OVER AGAIN
NO ONE KNOWS THAT
MY SMILES ARE FAKE OR
MY SOUL IS AN EMPTY SHELL
NO ONE KNOWS YOU WERE MY WORLD
THAT LIGHT THAT MADE
MY SOUL SHINE OR THAT
OUR SOULS WERE ONE
NO ONE KNOWS
THE PAIN MY SOUL FEELS
SINCE YOU ARE GONE
NO ONE KNOWS……………..
She wanders where the salt-mist clings,
A pale silhouette on the shore,
While in her heart, a sorrow sings
For him who sails the deep once more.
Her gown is woven from the spray,
Her eyes are mirrors of the tide;
She watches through the dying day
With nowhere left for grief to hide.
The waves deliver only foam,
The gulls cry out a lonely plea;
She waits for him to turn for home,
From out the dark and restless sea.
Though seasons shift and stars turn cold,
And years dissolve in silver light,
Her vigil remains as it was of old,
A phantom flame against the night.
I woke up this morning
Wondering how the day would go
Thought too much about it
’til my mind broke
Pushed through, yeah
I pushed on, even though
My mind was broken
No where left to go
I forgot what they taught me
Yet remembered all the pain
Trying (my best) to keep good posture
Fighting off thoughts of disdain
You called me a loser
On me you place your blame
Fighting thoughts of finality
Loving you, the greatest shame
Feelings flood in seismic waves when soul mates drift apart,
fits of anguished sobbing tear stained stress a shattered heart,
doleful voices splutter we were doomed right from the start,
passion in its twilight is this weeping rainy day,
deep regrets so lachrymose for love that slipped away,
mellow drama’s woeful tragic plot or empty play,
morose violinist raises eyebrows with her tune,
couples in dispute whose wild scream wakes the dead at noon,
how that first flush eerie sadness wrecks their honeymoon,
heartache piles on heartache ain’t that a crying shame,
all that friction counts for nought as partners share the blame
The warmth of your words in morning greeting
leave me lost in solaced slumber waiting.
As I awake to thoughts of you sleeping,
I dream of you in comfort abating.
Through pain and sorrow your thoughts cajole me
with tender voice and word filled emotion.
My soul, released, desires you wholly,
yet, how can I expect your devotion?
My yearning for you grows ever deeper,
as your words stroke true, to my sweet longing.
Such kind release from you, lovely sleeper
until you wake and doubt my belonging.
Dreams dreamt of you, my heart's been forsaken,
as now, from my sweet dream I awaken.
09/05/2024
You’ve been carrying so much suffering inside
Ever since you were a little boy
All these feelings you’ve learned to hide
The thought of intimacy turns you coy
I will never give up on you
For you need my love the most
When it becomes unfamiliar to feel safe
When the storms of chaos feel like home
When the idea of romance makes you chafe
Aimlessly, your heart will infinitely roam
I will never give up on you
For you need my love the most
Is there a cure for your pain?
Will you keep pushing me away?
Will you love me or further abstain?
I can tell you that I want to stay
I will never give up on you
For you need my love the most
though long loftier are visited much
like space empty needed seeing some stars
your wisdom scales twice thrice at least as such
brings peace ends bloody loud proud wicked wars
less more deeply thought seals the sentence fought
upfront counting costs gains what matters most
asides any passions which wrath has wrought
humbly speaking what all others would boast
exceptions abound all you only one
heart once longing can no longer endure
when love finds disappears passion's deep fun
or holding true forever fixed and sure
falls victim arbitrary disease death
builds wall thick long tall none can ever climb
memory pain lingers each ev'ry breath
capacity drops words cease out of time
quiets all long-winded pseudo gravity
calms hears soothes sighs sees always brevity
A sigh passed from her soft lips,
like ice cracking over the pond.
It was not for fear I trembled,
but for passion freed from its bonds.
A glance entreated from her bright eyes,
like a hunter’s horn across the fields.
It was not for pain I flinched,
but for the path I could not yield.
A caress lingered from her slender hand,
like molten fire on the plains.
It was not for anguish that I moaned,
but for the need I can't explain.
A warmth passed between us
from heart to heart and
through her hand.
When she pressed
against my chest,
I was lost before I began.
I got lost coming home tonight
To my surprise, the room was empty
You were not there, sweetie
The bed was made and the floor was bright.
I miss you, I miss you dearly
The room was very cold and sad
Like a lover who’s desperate and mad
Frankly, my heart felt weak and empty.
Your shadow was absent
Your silhouette was inexistent
You were not present in the room.
One can effortlessly hear a domestic silence
Which was afraid to bother the broom
I’m lost again. I lost my common sense.
Copyright © July 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
DEBJANI MITRA
Free verse
MIDNIGHT CHIMES (COLLABORATION WITH DEBJANI MITRA)
This poem is an English translation of one of the beautiful Bengali poem of PS poet MALABIKA RAY CHOUDHURY
Midnight chimes unveil in cascade,
glances of your shimmering face
engulfing me in a transient dream...
As if you never went away!
As if I didn't wake up to see you're gone!
As if I no longer felt the shatters of pain
swaying back and forth, in an empty swing.
And nothing meant anything anymore.
Yet I know that I will hold you forever,
caressing you in the cradle of the moon.
Oh Yes! The enigma of your velvet touch
Is forever my own,
In symphony of the floral sea, and
In embrace of the endless sky.
Copyright © Debjani Mitra | Year Posted 2025
A thousand fair suitors all stab at your heart,
those poets of movement and jockeys of art.
The high-volume vendors who hustle romance,
splashing their canvas with color and dance.
The blasters of trumpets, gold banners unfurled,
they offer lush gardens in glistening worlds;
yes, bearers of torches and carvers of stone
who whisper their sonnets and surrender their thrones.
There in your doorway, no shadow is cast,
no lingering voices, no ghosts from the past.
Just a cluster of walls and a window of pain
collecting the heartaches like droplets of rain.
Still I stand before you with palms to the sky,
no gold in my pocket, no position high;
and all I can offer where words have no place
is a heart that is true and this love that awaits.
Each day she comes to sit and read
A story in herself
It often makes her feel as if
Her life dwells on a shelf
She lived here with her parents
For nigh on twenty years
With everything provided
Free from pain or fear
But still there's something lacking
A void that she can't fight
It starts in with the morning
Then gets stronger toward the night
She tries to read away
The longing in her heart
But the volumes cannot stay
Her desire to depart
These books have shown her well
many exotic places
Adventures and excitement
That her mind for now embraces
One day she vows to leave
The sanctity of home
But for now, she'll read her books
And sit and dream alone