Hurting Pain Poems | Examples
These Hurting Pain poems are examples of Pain poems about Hurting. These are the best examples of Pain Hurting poems written by international poets.
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!
dear ladies
and good gentlemen
having heard testimony
from the Everlys
consider
love – the accused, sitting miserably before you
with his alter ego, hate
heart-broken, hurting
having, in a fleet moment
experienced agony and ecstasy
I ask you
to acquit
this is a case of temporary insanity
A tender ache
hermits my soul—
so far from what I thought
the world would be
when I was
a wide-eyed girl of three.
Now, forty-four,
reality seeps in.
The dream I conjured
was far kinder
than the life
I’m now gowned in.
My body—
a sponge of pain—
soaked in old trauma,
dripping regret,
sinking in secret.
Sit beside me
and tell me it’s true—
that dreams born
will still unfold,
that love is real,
that kindness lingers.
So tell me—
somewhere beneath the grip,
does a softer haven hold?
Does the child I once was
still have a place
to rest her head—
to lay down all she’s carried,
and be held
by the world
in its cradled hands?
Killing women and children
Is absolutely unacceptable
Executing sick and old men
Is obviously low and despicable.
You can make countless speeches
You can invent endless excuses
Slaughtering so many is genocidal
Hurting so many can never be justifiable.
The world is now less peaceful and civilized
A cease fire is long overdue and warranted
This is barbaric; too many leaders are demented.
When will decency and humility be exercised?
Lies won’t fly, because they have no visible wings
This is horrific; too many have blood on their hands.
Copyright © July 2024, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
---------------Love
passionate, tender
kissing, holding, embracing,
loneliness, heartbreak, despair, grief,
crying, Hurting, aching,
agony, separation
pain
She wakes hurting in the early morning light
Refuses precautionary painkillers, ‘til it’s too late
With age comes the fear of that unknown flight
Into eternal rest, or whatever, no need to berate,
At her age, reason is merely an interfering ingrate.
No amount of pleading alters her way of thinking
She’d rather bear intense pain than to capitulate
That her children might know that she is sinking,
No longer competent to make judgments of late
Unable to deal with pain, or how to seal its fate.
Written October 26, 2022
Self-expression is dependent upon personality
We can only really be who we are deep inside,
Some folks by their nature defy conventionality.
There are folks who can set inner nature aside
And, with strong determination, choose to be
Whatever they want to be with enormous pride.
I am thinking, specifically, of people in comedy
Who are hurting deep inside, but never show it;
Perhaps, never realizing it, do not seek a remedy.
We can all think of sad, sad cases this shoe fits,
It always behooves us to look below the surface
What’s going on beneath all the glamor and glitz?
I suspect this may lead to some who will deface
Others merely wear jeans instead of fancy lace.
Written July 29, 2022
Sometimes emotions hurt the heart deeply
It's heavy, tired, waiting for release from tears
It needs comfort, warmth, insulation, so fragile
Like a cracked piece of glass, ready to crumble
It feels close, but distant, unable to reach
Protected with self defense to hurt no more
Where is the love it is crying for with an echo?
Where is the trust it yearns for to survive?
It hurts from what ears can hear out there
It hurts from what your eyes see at times
It hurts from memories your mind may have
It waits for healing and beats to its own drum
The hurting heart beats until it finds music
Whether anyone sings or dances, it must play to live
Heidi Sands
11/27/21
It was said
And it was not kind
It slides off of my back and into the alley
I do not carry it one inch further
It was said in anger
And in haste
This is not who this person is
I know now that she is hurting
I stay to listen
To learn
To console her
She begins to cry
My heart bleeds
Standing over myself
My heart bleeds
Red pools below
Like a finger painting gone wrong
Blood everywhere
Pictures lay out
Smiling couple sprawled out on the floor
Silent from below
I’m not moving
I’m alone now in this void
It’s not suicide from a broken heart
You can’t give your best behind Walls
Fearful of taking that leap into one to commit to a life in hand
Dreams are made possible by openness not from behind walls or unhealed trauma’s
My heart breaks
I know you’re in denial of your style
Avoidance-
Is not Secure and I’m so sorry you never learned
Better off dead
I don’t want to feel the pain anymore
Better off dead
I don’t want to feel anymore
Lay me down, let me rot to the ground
Let me sleep unaware of anything
Shoot me up with the drugs to make me sleep a hundred years
Not knowing anyone
No pain can come to me anymore
I can’t continue
I can’t continue
Lay me down and bury me
Better off dead
Looking through the window
Translucent as can be
The mind fixated on one thing
In a trance state
I can not move
Nor can I shut the movie playing in my mind
I want to crawl into the arms of warmth that love flourished out of
A foggy blur eyes go
As the mind narrows down the blank stare
Like the love we have so crystal clear as this window
Only to be fallen to the bird I see with its neck snapped and the blood running down the window
Dangling from fragile threads
soaked in suppressed emotions
I weigh my limited options
as flashes from the past flicker
behind a barrier of uncertainty.
In swirling mist I see your hazy
expressionless face. I call out,
my voice cracking under the
strain of persistent instability.
Scornfully stonewalling me
you turn and walk away, while
suspended in the throes of time,
I hesitate, then stop in my tracks
dejected…rejected…hurting...
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A Pale Shelter Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Placed 2nd
© 7th November 2019
Published in:
PS: It’s Still Poetry Volume II ~ (1 Jan. 2022)
ISBN-13:? 979-8793344418
Hurting lower back kept me stay constantly aware
Helped take notice of tender muscles that were very painfully sore
I made an appointment to see a chiropractic doctor lady
A few cracks and presses released the pain by being a helpful remedy
Doing some back exercises helps to maintain it nice and stretchy,
Sitting with a good posture is a key to keep it fit and healthy
A worthy lesson I learned to follow while sitting down to type my poetry