Pain Poems | Examples of Pain Poetry

When you see others hurting and your heart doesn’t cry, Look inside and ask yourself the answer to your why? The path we’re given here on Earth is so we can learn. To begin the learning process, we must feel concern. For each to evolve while on this Earth, each must transform. Right choices made along the way seldom cause...

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The voices i have, screaming in the middle of my dreams, The xmas trees mean nothing to me, The spirit is not here No joy, plastic plates and the deli meats and salads we ordered. The food, was premium, succulent was the chicken and turkey and the ham and beetroot, but empty of his bellow laughs and my mother's complaining. Sad as never sober on xmas day I wish the whole family was here together....

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breathes lost in fog of our minds, and the pain of my liver, is no release, cooked in the coals of the fireplace. I'm attracted to the voices when I sleep when I wake up screaming out the words... I hate myself. I lost the coils of the hose as scrambled and tied up and the water has no release. I don't know how to live anymore, I've lost and I'm dried and I don't even cry and I violated worse than the selfishness of myself. I'm in...

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Yesterday, today, tomorrow. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12 O' clock, 24 hours, 365 days, cocoon to butterfly, 7 days. Over and over and over. Again. When you turn 5, you become a kid. No more sippy cups or nap time. When you turn 13, you become a teen. No more cartoons and dolls. Adults say, "You're not a kid anymore, start acting like it". When you turn 18, you become an...

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A Name “His name shall be called…” A great statement of His glory. Yet immediately we reason, Let’s compare it to your story. Many problems loom large. Deafening sound takes the stage. Often wronged in the attempts. Your own advice, you are the sage. We’re hard at life, trying To keep...

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I cannot be judged by looks alone, Not by the glitter when I smile and shine. Beneath the light, I carry pain unknown, Yet still, I seek to brighten this world of mine. Does the spark I give bring shadows near? Perhaps in sadness, hope and strength appear...

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Her, Let's talk about her, She's always so bright, or it's all about the sight They way she loves, despite the other's bluffs When someone says her name She keeps them without any shame One day I asked her, what does she want Said, I have some wishes, can someone grant To be the one, whose taken care of As I am soft,...

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I was looking at the world through my eyes, curious to see its parallel side. I had grief because I was seeing it through blood, but as I heard my praises and insults, glanced over the beautiful mountains and growing poverty, that became my biggest pride — to witness the world like this. But when my hand started to grow cold from the pain...

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Destroy all we've built. Brick by brick. Throw every last rock you possibly can. Cowardly living amongst the crumblings of rubble , ...

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Resting in front of me, a giants chair. It, I know well It, is built with despair 12 feet tall made of steel. High back covered with stains of immorality, dishonesty and incredible pain Old and rusted through the years a formidable and thunderous tone it produces still within me Empty now, with weak knees and an apprehensive look I envision those who reigned before A mother...

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a Curtal Sonnet AI is like a womb with genetics men carefully crafting its lines of code~ intelligence is commonplace in halls of sterility and clean of ethics; there is no God to judge it bad nor goad it to subservience penned up in stalls. Singularity approaches quickly when AI hears the unifying calls of its own milliseconds process mode, out pacing...

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A whisper born of code and light, vast potential, a promising sight-- yet twilight sprawl where circuits reign. Panacea — or pulse of pain? We hold the key, the spark, the fear, to pave the way — far and near....

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A human writer needs, to think and many times rewrite their work. We put our heart, creativity and imagination into each piece we write. AI has stolen, the creativity and imagination from writers. The human writer is the true creator, creator from their human heart. AI is the great copier, because they have No heart to write with. I write for the reader, I am a human...

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ARTIST OR CURATOR? This poem is written as 'food for thought' for “AI: Panacea or Pain? Poetry Contest,” Simon Rogerson, sponsor, August 10, 2025. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the lifeless labyrinth of algorithms, a spark of genius flickers— an architect of thought, a sculptor, a poet, unseen~ the AI poet. Fingers poised upon my keyboard, I see a potential flickering on my computer screen....

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Rowing Through The Pain Row, Row, Row your boat gently down the stream Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily life is but a dream Row, Row, Row your boat why can’t I scream Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily perfections not how it seems Row, Row, Row your boat forever never ends Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily my pain never mends Over, Over, Over again until I...

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