Pain Poems | Examples of Pain Poetry

It's easier to love when the worst case is having a funny story to retell at bars. It makes more sense to believe when truth left untold will never make it into the final edit. It's almost too easy to draw blood when I tell myself the red is just footnotes in my story— It's a relief to be forgetful when I know...

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June 21, 2025 For the Beatles 'Lay it to Me' song Contest by Charles Messina The old iron curtain came down But soon a clown reclaimed the crown Ruthless and hollow-souled he rose Now a foul Soviet wind blows From the east it battered Ukraine Spreading such cruel and endless pain The past returns in blackened char “Back in the U.S.S.R.” ...

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I'm a really hungry wolf One that’s never satiated. Your heart isn't enough I need your whole arm off I'm a truly gentle wolf, Feeding on your bounty. Maybe flesh is all I need Not the tears you cry with doubt What a lucky sheep you are, Well-fed, with plenty of wool Yet your eyes are full of fear, Fumbling blindly in the dark. "I mean no...

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Running from the past, Hoping you wont last , making me believe and lost, holding this arms and my cross. feeling so special, killing all this vibes, making it alright, rising into this night. sitting alone on these side, kneeling before the high, dealing with my troubled mind , with no arms on my side. sleeping under this dusk, Seeking those we ran from, burying thoughts...

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"Abraham, you hurt me deeply, failed me, betrayed me, and made my heart weep. I thought I could trust, but you proved me wrong, Took me for granted, didn't care strong. But still, I forgive, not for you, but me, To heal my heart, set my soul free. I won't hold onto pain, won't retaliate, I'll rise above, don't need your...

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Please tell the world — pain is real, It doesn’t vanish, it doesn’t heal. Some may smile and say “you’ll mend,” But this is a war that will never end. Chronic pain doesn’t come-and-go, It’s in your joints, it’s all you know. It lingers in silence, behind each breath, A quiet shadow that mimics death. Debilitating, crushing, it’s stolen my days, In a thousand...

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for the ones losing hair, light, and hope—this is you. They said I was nothing special. Just a crawling thing, skin too thin, eyes too tired, body too slow to ever matter. I heard them whisper. “He looks worse every day.” “She’s losing her hair now.” “Poor thing.” And worse— the pity in their voices cut more than the words. I wanted to hide. Wanted to leave this skin, this...

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You cry their tears and feel their fear. Why, because they're someone you hold dear You know they can't sleep because you're wide awake You happened to be around when their heart starts to ache Talking with them you're hoping for so much But until things get better they have you as a crutch With them on your mind your spirits...

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Band-Aid To cover up a scab. The lies won’t disappear. Only a temporary cover up. You can still see the scar. Always an excuse with a band-aid. Just a figure of speech. Dust under the rug to compromise. To avoid confrontation or a fight. The guilt is rising. I can see the under lining. Just...

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Ceasefire Glass ...

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Home, home is a place where you're supposed to feel loved and safe. A place where you can go to get away. When you struggle throughout your day you know you can go and not feel like a castaway. Home, not everyone has one of those.I didn't growing up. I had drug addicts and people who didn’t care...

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Home, home is a place where you're supposed to feel loved and safe. A place where you can go to get away. When you struggle throughout your day you know you can go and not feel like a castaway. Home, not everyone has one of those.I didn't growing up. I had drug addicts and people who didn’t care...

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Date: June 17, 2025 I wandered through a bleeding dusk, the wind forgot my name. A rose was growing from the dust— I reached, and it became the fog that hums like swallowed screams. My lungs forget to breathe. I taste old blood beneath my tongue. Each petal cuts me in my sleep— what did I dare believe? Each step I took was stitched with...

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"Sometimes the softest dreams unravel into ash." My mind walks landscapes made of ash, where stars collapse in whimsy’s flash. I reach for light, but it turns to dust— a mirror cracking from broken trust. A hallucination holds my hand and leads me through this haunted land. Here, love once bloomed in endless spring, now silence grows in everything. The bones of joy...

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Written June 17, 2025. Title: “In Stars Above.” Contest: This or That, Vol 34. Sponsor: Edward Ibeh. They say stars are dead things, light still traveling from a time before love undid me. I stare at them anyway. As if answers live in burning ghosts. He touched me like I was holy— then left like I was haunted. I called it devotion. But it was ruin dressed...

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