Suffering Pain Poems | Examples
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I need to unsheath myself
from comfort, the layered distance
separating nerve ends from the cold,
to feel the coarse scrape of the world
and not just the intimacy of its downy touch.
I lounge too much in the quiet of myself
away from the hoarse sound
of the wind straining through
the trees, waves tearing water apart
and the screech of angry gulls.
I am too given to the notion
that the gods speak only in the calm
of perfect mornings, find voice
in places cleared of movement.
The heave and spill of the world,
its rupturing crust, fire, flood
and suffering are surely places
where the gods cannot reside.
My mind wrestles with what
seems like an unsolvable koan -
to exist, good gods
must find in such tortured places,
a home.
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
In the churlish church of the frozen chosen
Where they're called to be emboldened
Though mugwumps may frown
And complain of the weight of their crown
In God’s Kingdom they’re advancing as scolded
And in this is how God does promote
Through suffering and removal of mote
Through pain we are free
To use our free will as it be
Of the irenic scene we must take note
Do you hear how the strings sweetly sing?
From the harp to the autoharp’s ring
With guitar and with bass
Choir voices in place
Their music makes Heaven take wing
So let us help one another in accord
With God’s movement on this earthly chessboard
What we forfeit when we don’t pray
How we reject others who need help in this way
Help us our most precious and forgiving Lord
Paralysis keeps those from going astray.
Resting for so long, yet all the energy is drained.
Not being able to live, not being able to die.
The eyes feel heavy,
They want to be closed off from the world.
Unable to feel anything, your privilege is suffering.
Confined to this exotic behavior.
Daylight and night, both are incomplete.
Yet, one cannot exist without the other.
Promises promises,
how lonely, how frightening.
What good is a world that goes on forever?
Pain managed; not at T E N!
Nor at two, four, six a.m.
Not so much a squeeze
as a labor-like pain.
Intensity of calf cramp,
beyond imagination’s stretch.
Worthwhile epidural; we will see.
Something replaced the relief.
Invasive ivy wraps around my right.
Leg in turmoil; spoils of success.
Information relays that exercise
can exacerbate; cut me a break.
Steepled hands, then knuckle hug.
How can we manage to get it right?
God knows. God knows. Good…
all that ails me will be used for good,
but meanwhile it’s very bad. Sorry
for those who groan in suffering.
(“The Heart of It #2”, 2007, original oil)
As trite as it may be
It doesn’t change the truth
From the pain of birth at the start
To the pain of dying in the end
With every step between
An opportunity to relearn
Time’s timeless living lesson;
After every build up
A release
After every climb
A descent
After holding on
You must let go
And in that moment
Find your peace
(11/2/25)
Pain can drive us both
toward faith and away
from faith – the Devil
overjoyed with 50/50.
Christ is our spiritual
pillar and shield. He
is our brother in suffering
and our physician of redemption.
God allows nothing to happen
to us, that is not for our ultimate
good. Minutes, hours, years
pale in light of eternity.
You’ve been carrying so much suffering inside
Ever since you were a little boy
All these feelings you’ve learned to hide
The thought of intimacy turns you coy
I will never give up on you
For you need my love the most
When it becomes unfamiliar to feel safe
When the storms of chaos feel like home
When the idea of romance makes you chafe
Aimlessly, your heart will infinitely roam
I will never give up on you
For you need my love the most
Is there a cure for your pain?
Will you keep pushing me away?
Will you love me or further abstain?
I can tell you that I want to stay
I will never give up on you
For you need my love the most
ignorance the cause, delusion the result
with ego in control, spewing imaginary fears
we fell down a bottomless abyss of dread
suffering pangs of slow strangulation
we had nothing to show for life lived thus far
as we helplessly watched organic form decay
pausing flow of thought, shifting into the void
we asked the existential question, ‘who am I?’
whereupon divine magnetism rose from within
teleporting our formless presence to heaven
bliss currents amplified within our body-mind
whence we saw our true Self as living light
I have been to the depths of despair
With physical pain
Emotional sorrow
And something more elusive
A sense of standing at the edge
With nothing behind or beyond.
I don’t assume this is anything special
In fact I assume it is a given
For all of us
Who have lived at least
To a certain age.
What I have learned
Which may be of some solace
To those in these depths now
Or there someday soon
Is that we can endure more pain
Than we ever could imagine
And that when our life ends
As it eventually does
That pain is gone
As if it never existed.
(8/23/25)
The darkest hour comes with pain that's insane,
Excruciating, unrelenting pain.
The sobbing and gasping are so abrupt.
The heart is broken; the body gives up.
The darkest hour tries to take control,
Searching through the suffering for the soul.
Disillusioning evil tells a lie.
“Death will set you free, so let yourself die.”
Numbness begins to smother the feeling.
The chaos of your mind sends you reeling.
In time you know there must be a reason
To continue at least for a season.
Looking deep within, you search for the light,
A seed of love to help you through the night.
Pain
Life can sometimes be happy. Really?
Oh, positive thinking and proactivity!
But this is an illusion only. Self-deception
Happiness is the shadow of suffering
This is the reality. Nothing else. That’s it
Written: April 25, 2025 for Contest sponsored by Joseph May
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Now I must weep,
An oppressive key so morbid,
Now I must weep
Extreme suffering is too deep
My heart is now a crushed orchid
All ended before it started
Now I must weep
Ecstasy sweeps
Will I always remain happy?
Ecstasy sweeps
Massive, widespread progress in leaps!
Job advancement to be sappy!
Peers treat me as one who's snappy!
Ecstasy sweeps
Then shall I say I could no other do?
That fate beyond divine compelled my act?
That like a bird on wires my mission flew?
But that's a game of words, and not of fact.
Full well I knew how best to calm my mind,
From huddled suffering to avert my eyes;
To on Olympus joy and music find;
To drink ambrosia where but pleasure lies.
But one must do one's math across the all,
To give one's scope of thought a greater room;
And even as a god, my part was small:
'Twas choice, and not a fate, that sealed my doom.
And if the cost has been both life and soul,
The gift has value far above its toll.
stress is the monkey on my back
the load that keeps on giving
i see my chiropractor for a crack
when he confides the secret is forgiving
AP: Honorable Mention 2025