Pain. Poems - Poems about Pain.

As she twists within, Consuming our minds with fear and loathing, And when we lose a petal each day because of her, We forget. For every time I have wept beneath the terrors of past events, Under the shadows of his hand and my still youthful eyes, It was pain that I feared, And yet I had forgotten why she was there. She...

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loud screams inaudible to the human ear I wonder if to God. ...

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Tonight, when the sun retires And you're left alone with thought I want you to ponder Why does God, who made man in His image Choose to remain a shadow While man The one He crowned with glory, Decides who eats, who drinks, who dies? Sometimes I wonder Is God afraid of what He made? Has man found a way To hold Him hostage with his...

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they say boys don't cry, so he bleeds instead. silent screams hidden under hoodie threads. he skips meals like skipping pages in a book that no one wants to read- his ribs start spelling out "notice me" but no one speaks that language. "you're a boy, tough it out," they said when his voice shook like glass$and his hands begged for anything but silence. so he carved the words he couldn't...

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English Rhyming Translation © Krishika Upadhyay | 2025 I’m breaking down, in lashes' shade, In silent dreams, I wish I stayed. I try to rise, on roads that smile, But thorns have gripped my feet a while. Yes, thorns are biting where I tread, And tears now rest where sleep once spread. It feels I’ll shatter, fade away, Or lose myself in you someday. I...

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he covers up the pain of his upbringing with comedy making people laugh gives him purpose the louder they laugh, the more he performs He is a monster, an alien, a dog and pony show He is a trickster, a jokester, a jester, But wait….. There is a side the people never see Because he is a trickster his feelings are his own he...

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By Michael Parker October nineteenth. two-hundred-ninety-third day of the year. It’s Mercurii, and the waning Hunter moon sits by Orion’s stretched thigh. Hydra lifts her head out of its eastern hole (there, next to Orion’s foot), wanting to devour the cadmium-hued moon. What explains our struggles’ centrality? At night, we sit by the window waiting for our suffering...

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Yours Without Having You" As solitude surrounds me, I still feel the whispers... of your presence. Soft. Haunting. Like a memory... not yet made. In a fleeting moment of joy, you hush my fears. You stir… a calm I never knew lived in me. Then An epiphany strikes. Like the sun, piercing my skin. Sudden. Warm. Unforgettable. But still a deep sadness lingers in my soul. Because I know... I can never call you mine. Resilience? Baby… it slips through my fingers like smoke. I...

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H=Humour and smiles make for a happy day for everyone. U=Under hurt or pain, add humour so it will melt fast away. M=Many need a joke or two so their face can wear a smile. O=Our life is happier with lots of humour in it. U=Unless we have humour in the world, we will be sad. R=Read this again to...

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Drenched in tears, I wrench in response to the pain I sense. Caused by wrong desirers, walls, guards, and the electric fence. Put here to stop free choice by man, To keep him from becoming all that he can. To hold imprisoned, crushing hopes and dreams. To in flick hurt and pain, I can hear the screams. Today, though they’ve been...

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In the shadow of an eclipse, where worry takes its flight, The burden of strife can weigh you down, Yet in each moment of pain, in the depths of sorrow’s night, A spark of sunshine glimmers, a whispering sound. When loss feels like a mountain, an insurmountable wall, And anguish...

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You are a soligaster of the highest order, held in pristine favor by your court. A wordsmith after Satan’s own heart. Champion of Doublespeak, a demonstrative firebrand with a MAGA-phone. An artful dodger, complete with chaotic DOGE. Delusions more grandiose than Bonaparte, crowned King of Deception you be a celebrated charlatan who follies...

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You are a soligaster of the highest order, held in pristine favor by your court. A wordsmith after Satan’s own heart. Champion of Doublespeak, a demonstrative firebrand with a MAGA-phone. An artful dodger, complete with chaotic DOGE. Delusions more grandiose than Bonaparte, crowned King of Deception you be a celebrated charlatan who follies...

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Pain holds its insistence pressed against me I dream of a misty selfless new morn soft as maternal skin easing me free with a true smile to greet a sweet day born!...

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At 7 she is at her father’s mercy She will be shown no mercy A life with absolutely no love She will be like a lonely dove Sitting in the nest Doing her best She will never taste true love She will never be as free as a dove Being groped and touched by her dad Is a life that is so very sad She...

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