Life Pain Poems | Examples
These Life Pain poems are examples of Pain poems about Life. These are the best examples of Pain Life poems written by international poets.
The closer we became
the scareder I’d become
Inflicting pain
with the slightest look
No remedy in any book
One missed beat
a day, a night go by
Snarl at the other guy
Pause now in the dark
~ life is meant to be a lark
Sir Who
He's not a pastor
but he has a congregation
proves wicked
changing faces
His ploy, paint lives with gloom, judgement, ridicule and tragedy
but the crafter of this ill will wants his portrait kept out of those equations
They think they know, unaware and oblivious to the truth in burdensome weight of his misconstrued calculations.
How hard is my life?
Thorns minus any roses
The stings bring much pain
winter is home now
my mind the place I wander
ruby red regret
embarrassing memories
glaring back from the mirror
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.
Living death
Never to feel
Owner
of your breath
Never to feel
Owner
of your movements
Surviving in a life
Not belonging to you
Surviving as a slave
Craving to be free
A life closed
Never to use
Your talent
Closed to
Your energy
A mind made into a wasteland
By the evil work of a human hand
Unsurmountable obstacles in front
Imponderable mountain behind
Endless wait
Useless time
Chinese wisdom says
OBSTRUCTION
WAIT IN STILLNESS
“Teach me not to care
Teach me to be still”
"Verses in the Ash,"
is where my soul was born.
Where hot coals singed me,
as ashes covered my tiny body.
My soul was,
"Trapped in Your Pulse."
This body has me trapped,
as a helpless baby.
"I am the asylum of your ache,"
in time as it goes by so slowly.
"I taste your truth,"
the truth of life is bitter.
"Where orchids dream,"
is a place I wish I could live.
A place away from the hot ash and pain,
in a place of beauty with pretty orchids.
"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.
I sleep with shadows
hollow dreams of lustful death,
pleasure begets sickness.
Beneath my eyes lies doubt
begging, pleading for grace.
I walk with shadows
consuming objects, life forms, moments–
Illusions of control.
My image dissolves before I do,
my outline fades into absence.
I scream with shadows
giving life to the everlasting eclipse,
our shrouds staining pavements.
Wraiths of darkness rise and scatter
like roots of a dying tree.
I answer to Shadow.
Light brings color and joy.
Looking down at the darkness I cast,
light has no place in my world.
We fought with monsters and became monsters fighting the insane acting out in strange displays dancing nonsense in a cave imprisoned by a thousand lies we designed to contain a willful child, and with hammer blows and the whips we made ourselves better slaves then the slaves who came before with fevered dreams drunken prose spoken lost and broken noses, broken skulls, broken bones tore through flesh, the fear, the fear, I miss my friends, those younger days, it seemed to me we would never grow old, tired. VIXI.
Poem 17 Note. . . vixi liber et moriar: "I have lived free and I will die free"
Fair lady, look down, see me in this hole,
beaten by a creature to be dreaded,
this ill-made, unsightly, disfigured, troll,
conquered by a monster many-headed.
The moment mother screamed and I was born,
the beast's heads stared upon me filled with hate.
I pared an ugly one that was called scorn,
and left home when I could to meet my fate.
Looming precariously from above,
the brute left me here in my final hour,
delivering dire blows - first pain, then love.
Dear lady, please place a futile flower
as I bid farewell to the woe and strife,
and the monster, now dead, but once called life.
You walk the way the wind blows
Or so the story goes.
You rode the waves of blue,
And lived a life with no clue
You blow smoke of tar
And drive a beat up car
You live in built-up walls,
Where twilight slowly crawls.
A fortress made of stone,
To keep yourself unknown.
You traded wind and sky,
To watch the world go by.
But rain taps on the window pane,
To remind you of the pain.
And the wind still knows your name,
Before you quit the game.
You throw the portal wide,
And cast the ghost aside.
Out where the blacktop gleams,
You wake up from your dreams.
You head across the bay,
To find a better way.
You turn toward the east,
The captive soul released.
The engine starts to roar—
You walk the way no more.
Pain Pain and more pain again
it seems much worse in the cold and rain
Pain pain you are driving me mad
you are in joints I never knew I had
You are in my arm then in my hand
then my legs I can barely stand
popping pills just like sweets
Is there nothing that this pain can't defeat
Please pain killers stop this pain
So I can live a normal life again
The doctor said that it is my age
help me doctor control my rage
the doctor will say to me and he will say it to you
with arthritis there is nothing I can do
Pain in my heart
Love doesn’t bother me. Never. I am afraid
My demonic life is sensitive, frozen in heart
No, can’t live this—horrific everything. Lady
Poison. I want to be healthy. Stay, be a pain
Lady. Woman. My suffering heart. No need
You are a criminal. My walk. Wood. Hoped
I need ice. From your heart. Just a touch
I apologise, just, field, past, hope, our life
Life, I needed. Put me in the dark. Death
Best life. Be a shadow. A dropped. A pain
My dark. Just be. Our existence. The night
Hoped. Hoped. The hands, the hugs. Heart
I can’t stand
Can’t
Can’t
To live
I am sorry
For you
Without
Hmm
Pain in my heart
Still loving you
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.