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Pain... Poems - Poems about Pain...

Whisky-Stained Silhouette
a whiskey stained silhouette outlines your figure and the spiced smell of your breath lingers in the air drunken lies in the late hours of the night make us both forget about how bitter, our lives taste filling your soul with fire and regret every sip you take swallow the flame, it sets fire to the heart the burning...

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Categories: pain..., addiction, leaving, love, pain,
Form: Rhyme
Volcanic Eruption of a Soul
In the mine of silence, within the furnace of pain, a burning soul, prepares for a tremendous explosion! The mantle rocks fractured ...

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Categories: pain..., anger, earth, emotions, fire,
Form: Free verse



My Granddaughter’s Words ***
Achoo! Sneeze! I sat up on my knees, I glare into the darkness, while Claire makes a cup of tea, Oh please give me some peas, I cried as I sighed, They took away all of my food and my mood dropped, They even took away my shoes, but they can’t take away you, but they do! I screamed in...

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Categories: pain..., 4th grade, bereavement, celebration,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member If You Go Away
If you go away, and my heart breaks Weeping, for the moments We spent in the light of the morning Whispering our dreams, our hearts – memories Weeping, for the days – we colored with praise, The nights – we taught the stars to sigh, The joys, the smiles, the stirrings of insight The warmth and the healing, the beautiful feelings. If you...

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Categories: pain..., friendship, grief, husband, longing,
Form: Free verse
Torn Apart World
Feel like im 1 of 1 in this torn apart world, if i turn cold thats undone seen with my past mistakes nothing new under the sun, someone else has sat in this place a world where we keep a loaded gun and a mask to cover our face from pain we easily run i guess were scared of...

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Categories: pain..., dream, imagery, life, love,
Form: Rhyme



Dismorphed
I, looking in the mirror yesterday, witnessed distorted eyes replacing mine; and, too, the lips and nose, as if a sign, seemed bent crooked, misaligned in some way. And, as I, squinting, gazed on that display, an unheeding hand groped at the outline of the coldly reflective glass confine. I watched it slowly mangle the red-clay body which, lifeless, answered my dead stare. Tearing...

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Categories: pain..., body, depression, gender, identity,
Form: Italian Sonnet
The Bearing To Focus
Pains are supposed lifetime teachers, Teachers that connect mind to soul. Soul, mind connects unto preachers, Towards time... life lessons made whole. Pains are pieces of peaceful storm... Comfort's steeze can not regulate, Or by any means can reform; All stings, life's fate violate. Each never come to mount limit, Rather shapes mind not to get lost Of strength wearing out to be fit Enough for...

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Categories: pain..., career, dark, growth, hope,
Form: Verse
Well, Loved
Like old paint, the discarded heart chips away where it lay in a hollow chest not unlike my own breast. In its prime, untainted by sin and made of sheepskin, its candy apple hue captivated everyone—especially the likes of you. However, who now could admire a color so mottled by misuse and so drastically duller? Verily, no unclouded eye could find merit in such a sorry trinket....

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Categories: pain..., angst, extended metaphor, heart,
Form: Rhyme
Married Life
In the beginning, he was a dream, A perfect blend, or so it seemed. With every wish, he’d swoop and save, A knight in shining armor, oh so brave. “Where have you been?” I’d sigh and swoon, As he’d conjure up my heart’s cartoon. A band-aid for a paper...

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Categories: pain..., family, grief, husband, love
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Zen mode
since this is what we signed up for life tests us again and again looked at by us with nonchalance vibrant in joy and stoic in pain recognising life as a dream wherein we are somewhat awake all that matters is God’s bliss beat making presence calm like a lake...

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Categories: pain..., dream, joy, life, pain,
Form: Quatrain
Our life a horror movie they played to us in real life
Our life a horror movie they played to us in real life In horror films black people die first We always make smart decisions And yet they still manage to find a way to erase us even in film They don't leave us alone Not in life Not in death Not even in fiction They do this to show...

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Categories: pain..., death, discrimination, horror, prejudice,
Form: Free verse
Useless
I still wake to crisp morning air, but hope dissolves right then and there. As I open my eyes, I realize and sigh— another day begins, and I wonder why. Time drags slowly—no spark, no fun, another long cold day, no warmth, no sun. No ambition, no energy, nothing gets done— just me and this silence I cannot outrun. I used to be...

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Categories: pain..., cry, depression, family, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
I fear pain, but I wear it for the story
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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Categories: pain..., self, suicide, write, writing,
Form: Free verse
Back in the USSR
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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Categories: pain..., conflict, history, international, pain,
Form: Lay
Fumbling Sheep
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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Categories: pain..., angst, deep, depression, fear,
Form: Free verse

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