Pain. Poems - Poems about Pain.

Never pull a dog by its ears Doing so arouses fears that it may bite you very hard ... Nah! Trust me ~ 'Tis just...Read More

We are victims Tied with common fetters Loosed in thoughts of varied choices and desires Loosely searching to make ends meet: The meeting at this spot, Either to go or stay, is a choice. We are victims Of the policies...Read More

or Aural Sex "I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't read it myself in a fiction." -- Tinker Bell (No, seriously -- Tinker Bell. Trust me. It's a true fairy tale.) * * * A holy ghost...Read More

it is well known, cats do only what they want and dream about, it is much easier to train a dog or take care of a baby elephant ( lost from the herd when the parents...Read More

He sits in a corner Motionless and still Hiding from an enemy Refusing to kill Beaten and battered Alone in this game Afraid to show himself For reasons like shame Golden hair fibers Resting on top Oblivious to life The voices won't...Read More

I am thankful, I am so lucky, yet at times I cry, filled with sorrow, not quite knowing where I belong, wanting to escape the world, for a moment I forget, forget that I am loved, I am lucky, yet I cry, will future me...Read More

I’m not alright and that’s ok Are just words that people say To ease all the hurt and pain Just to survive another day It’s all bull and it feels fake Convincing yourself not to hate You live for someone else’s...Read More

or The Illusion of Changing Water into Wine Exists; It's Just Not Real "A frustrated cigar is just a cigar in pain needing some smoking-hot sex." -- a non-Freudian in need of a cigarette after some smoking-hot sex *...Read More

"Each human sensation, feeling, thought, and action is the effect of quantum force particles mechanically pushing quantum matter particles into sets of geometric patterns sans the influential assistance of a professional 'soul' in Interior Design." --...Read More

To the outdoor world she appears okay Smoke and mirrors played everyday But behind closed doors violence is rife Of a womans brutal down-trodden life. Nothing she says or does is right He's verbally abusive and full of spite He yells...Read More

at the Age of Obvious to a Three-Year-Old "All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise...Read More

there's an obstruction that prevents the air's free flow in and out my chest nauseates my appetite weighs my walking incites a dreaming in where the muscles about my mandible spasm contract relentless until my teeth sandy shard i awake and taste blood alone this obstruction i am told will...Read More

or The Stages Set for Grief "What you sow, I reap -- after I fu*k it over." -- a grossly obese Grim Reaper yet of an appetite greedy * * * Close listen to the tick-tock of thy biologic...Read More

I let my wounds breathe; All wounds inflicted By life's serrated blade. Notwithstanding Degrees of pain; Whether dull or sharp, I let my wounds breathe. I don't smother them With bandages. How about you? They are my crying...Read More

"It's not easy being the real frog in the fairy tale." -- on the real frog the wart of Reality * * * Each time a rhymester scribbles of self-love, of pregnant...Read More