Pain Poems | Examples of Pain Poetry

God's Raindrops Of Love From love clouds above, God sends down healing raindrops: All pain washed away:- ...

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[Verse 1] Everything you did, I kicked to the dust Told me that you loved me, but that wasnt enough Tired of bein’ second when you put them first You let me down so much, now I got nothin’ to trust You’d lie, say you comin', I’d sit and wait But when I’m bleedin’ inside,...

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A tremor, deep inside, when the unexpected word strikes home. Not a fist, not a shout, but a whisper, a casual dismissal, or a glance held too long, or not long enough. It doesn't bleed, not red. It splintered inward, from battles long past, from arguments left open like wounds to the air. Each tiny shard, a glint of remembered pain, lodged beneath the skin of composure. You walk, you talk, you...

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Gathered courage to put emotions on paper Ink agrees to be visible to anyone that pays attention Pain introduces itself in a miserable situation This time,not about love or infatuation The poet cries with unanswered question This time,I may not write a dark poem Nor solution to my problem Though inspired no one, neither that was the aim The hidden best of me...

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Yesterday was two weeks Two weeks since my son was pronounced brain dead How am I alive? how have I worked this week? how has the black hole of grief inside me not taken over completely? I have driven, I have operated the stove, I have functioned adequately at work but there are times that time seems to stop and I go to a place...

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Just how long does a steaming lobster sob? How terribly do boiling limbs and guts burn? Like a million simultaneous cuts? When does its sweltering heart cease to throb? On who’s authority do humans rob that creature of its life? Have we the rights? —the rights to cook a living being? Nights, (countless), have I questioned this brutish...

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give me the rhythm, a steady heartbeat birth pangs are closer, the pain on repeat music comes forth from creatures small and great fat raindrops drumming,a new age awaits wind whistles and moans through tall trembling trees the mountains bow down with weak shaky knees the heavens look on as stars light the way one foot in the sea, another in...

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A foolish heart will never learn The foolish heart often gets burnt It believes that love will conqueror all Overlook faults no matter how big or small It believes in fairy tales and loves first kiss Wizards, legends and magic exists Santa Claus and the Easter bunny Confetti, chocolates and flowers on Sunday I once knew a foolish heart every well Filled with hopes...

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Inspired by Prince Roger Nelson's song : When Doves Cry Grey clouds hover over my wasteland, the desert languishes in the heat of craving, deprived of the tuneful rain, until you arrive with drizzling breeze. In your pulsating embrace my heart’s oasis resounds with the symphony of desire. As the pristine patina of radiant roses flushes your crimson cheeks, rhapsody...

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Nachman was a revered Sage The greatest of his age One day he came to his stand Armless! What had happened? The next day, no legs either ...

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A fragile heart laments these lifeless limbs a price paid for lifes unwanted torments. As I drift, the fugacious sun begins to dim, to conscious dreams, of youths sweet innocence. Your makeup still sleeps on sheets of silk while I languish in the beauty of your scent, Love slipping through my fingertips like soap, I closed my eyes too long, now...

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Pain To Greatness Breath in the cold. Don’t tell me no. Run through the street. Put on your hoodie. Be a mystery. Let me be. Stay ready. Hustle knee deep. Knuckles bloody. Get to work. Row up hill, suffer. Hustle till you drop. Pain to greatness. Feel the pain. Push the grind. No age matters. ...

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[Verse 1] Well, hello there, Romeo — didn’t hear you knock Waltzin' in like love ain’t got a lock You've got big dreams and a borrowed car And a fistful of daisies like that’ll get you far She’s got your name in her diary heart But I’ve seen boys like you come apart You think you're chasing paradise and lace But you’re one...

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How many funerals of ones self can someone have before there is nothing left Don't answer It's rhetorical anyway Funeral number 1 A piece of her hair A symbol of when they would stop and stare At her hair When they would make her life a living nightmare Until she became too aware Until It became too much to bear Until she silenced...

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It lingers. Not on the lips. Lower. In the fiber of the tongue, in the spasming depths of fear, where words no longer light paths, but only fester in ancestral silences, like icons submerged in sacred rubble, beneath the cracked beams of a church welded shut from within, where even devils can no longer enter. Parting is not spoken. It is torn between teeth, swallowed...

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