Hurt Pain Poems | Examples
These Hurt Pain poems are examples of Pain poems about Hurt. These are the best examples of Pain Hurt poems written by international poets.
When tomorrow comes,
let not fear be your friend.
Take every step forward
where the road never ends.
Leave all of yesterday's pain
at a place beyond the dust.
Put your faith in God,
because He knows you suffered enough.
Even when you think you're hurt
and can't go on,
reach deep within your heart
for the strength to be strong.
Because your family will be the light
that will help carry you through,
somewhere deep in your heart,
you know our love is true.
Remember, we'll stand behind you
and always have your back.
Even when your faith is damaged,
we will guide you back on track.
So continue to keep your head up;
don't let the weight hold you down.
In the end, you're going to be okay,
because the strength you thought was lost
has now just been found.
With blistered hands we reach for the things that are sweet,
And gather the ashes that fall at our feet.
We barter for things that decay,
And cry when it all gets swept away.
We hide from the heat,
Believing every sting is our defeat.
Yet, these earthen vessels are broken before being filled,
The stone must be struck before the waters are spilled.
Our small comforts we guard and we run from the rod,
We mistake our wounds for the absence of God.
We forget that oil is pressed,
And the soul must be emptied before it finds rest.
The branch must be pruned before blossoms appear,
And joy that we seek is bought through the tear.
So open these hands that have clung to the clay,
And shatter the jar for the dawn of the day.
It's parts of my mind that speak to me,
A moment in life that felt strange.
The situation I'll try to memorize,
The fog taking over my brain.
My mind began to become clearer,
My vision was troubled and blind.
The first hand that spoke to me
Left my eyes in a bind.
The pain became intense; the brain is numb,
A sincere gift of death's present.
There's no future in front of me,
Just a swift stop of time, a slow descent.
"What I have Learned about Broken Promises is Priceless." By Poet
As a young child,
friends would make a promise.
They would break their word,
followed by hurt.
The dating world was famous for this trick,
as boys loved to break their promise.
Did it make them feel powerful?
Maybe!
My dad was a very wise person,
he never made many promises.
Guess he knew the pain hiding behind words,
words that were unkept are friends with lies.
He would say,
we will see or maybe.
I knew if he had made me a promise,
it was guaranteed to be done.
So glad this lesson was learned as a child,
thanks dad.
You don't know how I feel; you don't know what I've seen.
All I know is I have a dream,
A dream I lost you and can't bring you back.
To your heart is where my love is at.
So I ask myself every night and day,
Does she love me? I don't know what to say.
All I know is I'm hurting inside,
Trying to win this thing called pride.
Fighting off every aspect to make myself look shameful.
Please come take away this hurt; take it away, it's too painful.
So pray for me and keep my thoughts near.
This is the end, so lend me an ear!
The bumble bee
Is a humble bee,
And rarely does she sting
Somberly she flies
Until somebody tries,
To break her little wing
She will turn on you
If you unwisely do,
Such an unnecessary thing
Leave her upon her rose
Rather than step on her toes,
She wants to enjoy the spring
In need of a humbling quiet
More than a bumbling riot,
A hand too close can bring.
There is a pain within the soul
that far exceeds the body's pain.
An ache no mortal can console
except by love’s return again.
When love and all its warmth depart,
how chill and dark the vacancy,
how pitiful the trampled heart,
how empty the unloved can be.
My Heart Is A Secret Garden,
where love and pain live and hide.
Love finds pretty flowers blooming,
as the bright sun peeks over the hill.
The love that fills my heart and soul,
coming from the many who love me,
The pain from the rose thorns that prick my being,
from those who want to hurt me.
Oh yes, my heart is a a secret garden,
exploring life and what it has to give.
I don't feel angry much.
Betrayal stings, I end up feeling disappointed.
Disappointed in them and myself.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2026
Lashing out without a care.
Oblivious to the damaging wounds you caused.
Mortal blows your tongue lashings.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
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The body keeps its ledgers~
purple ink beneath the skin,
a ledger of missteps and collisions.
Some bloom tender as dusk,
others harden into topography,
maps of what we survived.
They whisper in fading yellows:
here,
you were alive enough to hurt.
Why do people think they’re entitled
to judge and bring down the thunder
of harsh verdicts on their unsuspecting victims.
We confide in them, we trust them
until they stab us in the back
through the ribs and through the heart.
Drunk with make-believe power,
they’d rather whisper in corners
and gather hearsay and gossip.
They’re not interested in facts.
They’ll willingly exploit false accusations and assumptions.
regardless who gets hurt in the interim.
Like Thor they wield their lethal hammer,
wave it around like tongue-lashing’s a sport,
feeling all superior and mighty
with their vile sneers and poisoned arrows.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Forget to pay the bills
Your wife calls you ‘genius’
Forget your wedding anniversary
~ She cuts off your p----
Insultive,
are you here today?
Why hurt me?
Pain again?
Life is way too short for this,
love not hurt for me.
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