Crying Pain Poems | Examples
These Crying Pain poems are examples of Pain poems about Crying. These are the best examples of Pain Crying poems written by international poets.
I listened to love for years, still feeling the pain.
Pulling back the cover, crying out in vain.
Silenced, I feel the pressure on my heart.
The truth belongs to yesterday, I didn’t feel it start.
Feelings flood in seismic waves when soul mates drift apart,
fits of anguished sobbing tear stained stress a shattered heart,
doleful voices splutter we were doomed right from the start,
passion in its twilight is this weeping rainy day,
deep regrets so lachrymose for love that slipped away,
mellow drama’s woeful tragic plot or empty play,
morose violinist raises eyebrows with her tune,
couples in dispute whose wild scream wakes the dead at noon,
how that first flush eerie sadness wrecks their honeymoon,
heartache piles on heartache ain’t that a crying shame,
all that friction counts for nought as partners share the blame
Search for me midst tears, wept soundlessly
From a heart moved to believe, surely
Whatever comes, a feeling, revealed
By the hand of grief, who haunts the dreams
Poverties washing soul in shadows
Heartaches written, bold black and hurt
Weeping dread, softest tones, search for me
In soft grief, as twilight bleeds despair
People of other faiths, in other nations are also dying,
but, to their plight the whole world is not crying.
5/September/2025
A single tear is all I can give,
For my body is drained of that pleasure.
I’m too weak to remember the years I lived,
Or the days too heavy to measure.
So where does that leave me falling?
What is it that could cure me?
A single walk would tell me nothing -
But at least for a moment I’d be free.
Can I speak without being dismissed?
My voice runs silent as the shadows persist.
Your painful missive eats at me.
Your grin ruefully brings me to my knees.
Sorrow and crying tears apart, my soul.
Now I am a shell in the shadows of woe.
Your violent, harsh words brings no hope.
I longingly look to the stars, I can never cope.
Relief is in my hands of metal grey.
Its muzzle is in my mouth as I pray.
Love you have won your prize.
My soul in the silent shadows rises.
Sleep deprivation body torn apart living with this constant pain is tearing me apart.
Crying out in anger crying out in sorrow topping up with painkillers
Hoping that I can sleep and be okay tomorrow.
I have physical scars that everyone can see scars of every kind
But the scars that hide away are the scars hiding in my mind.
I try to hide them all away in the reassess of my mind and hope that the night that comes will be a little kind.
But this just wishful thinking and I’m living in a dream the pain that is haunting me only lets out a silent scream.
So I will face the days ahead and suffer this with my pain
Looking for a miracle cure so I my sleep again.
I watched the waves
Just to feel
When nothing is real
Fantasy is a real escape
I feel the drain
Stress leaving my mind
And I feel
The wind on my cheeks
I smell
The salt of the ocean
I feel
The sand against my toes
I just
I just want to be free
I'm so tired
Of fighting
Of crying
Of trying
So here I am
All inhibitions cut loose
I just wish
The waves would take me away
Take me far away
To the better days
I left behind
Won't you please
Just take me away
Prayers unanswered
I sat
I watched the waves
Just to escape
When nothing is real
I like the feel of rain;
a mix of hope and pain.
As the drops sting my face,
I start slowing my pace;
Nature understands me
and my reality.
Raindrops aren't gentle tears
but more like liquid spears.
And I soak in that hurt,
as my mind goes inert.
Betrayal broke my heart,
and my dreams fell apart.
Filtering love from lust,
my hopes relied on trust.
Now, nothing feels the same,
and I'm crying in shame.
The rain helps hide those tears
and somehow calms my fears.
Every thought,
came back,
to you,
pitiful indeed.
Camping in my,
thoughts,
an unpleasant,
nights unrest.
Morning was,
no better,
the smell,
of hot coffee.
The wood fire,
burning,
last nights
desires.
The lake,
ripples,
with sounds,
I remember.
Can you,
hear me crying,
when,
it's storming?
Splashing in the,
waves,
beneath,
the sun's rays.
The smell of regrets,
repulsive,
like dead fish,
rotting on the shore.
The roar of motors,
out boards,
inboards,
the throttles of life.
Sleeping beneath,
the stars,
my heart forever,
aches.
Walking Away From Kindness
*
A man on a park bench sees
Another man sitting on a park bench.
He sees the man with folded arms
Across his heaving chest.
His body is rocking, ever so little,
Back and forth.
The man watching gets up
And walks toward the man crying.
The man crying stands up and
Walks away.
*
The life of crying,
Loss harmful flames to my eyes,
The bloodshot eyes bursting out,
Withering soul, without love,
Dwindling out of control,
The life of a burning soul.
---------------Love
passionate, tender
kissing, holding, embracing,
loneliness, heartbreak, despair, grief,
crying, Hurting, aching,
agony, separation
pain
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 eyes,
So I set them free to bleed
To be licked dry
By the wind's healing tongue.
You see, just like tears
Stop flowing,
Lacerated wounds
Stop bleeding
To start the healing
After clotting over.
Date written: 03/21/2023
Every day a darker world we see.
Her skies are gray, and Her pain released.
Many warning signs are shared by her.
Earthquakes, Hurricanes, and floods
on Earth.
Her droughts are brought causing famine.
Are warnings for us to examine.
Her felt emotions and inner pain.
Are then brought forth through tears of rain.
How many more warnings must she
send?
The World to realize, we're at the end.
The Bible Speaks when will we know
the end is near? Mathew 24:6-8 ESV.
" See that you are not alarmed, for
this must take place, but the end is
not yet. For nation, will rise against
Nation, and Kingdom, and there will
be famines, and earthquakes in
various places. All these are but the
beginning of Birth Pains."
Michael Tor