Suffering Pain Poems

These Suffering Pain poems are examples of Pain poems about Suffering. These are the best examples of Pain Suffering poems written by international poets.

Pictures there upon the wall, each person once held me dear.
At times we were living together, now not one lives near.
Each has a life they

© Bill Baker  

What was his problem?
He never did anything below the belt in this world.

What was his problem?
He never looked at a girl with the wrong sense

© Balbir Singh Dosanjh   

I was looking at the world through my eyes,
curious to see its parallel side.

I had grief because I was seeing it through blood,
but as I

© Balbir Singh Dosanjh   

By Michael Parker


The winter storm has settled above me like a dark continent, 
aubergine and gray, and has eaten the moon and her children. 

© Michael Parker  

By Michael Parker
October nineteenth. two-hundred-ninety-third day of the year. It’s Mercurii, and the waning Hunter moon sits by Orion’s stretched thigh. Hydra lifts her head

© Michael Parker  

I’ve knocked on every door of medicine men—
doors painted with hope.
Swallowed pills of every size and colour.
Been told,
“This one never fails.”
Another promise—
fulfilled only in disappointment.

The

© Davie Kaliu  

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

© Bill Baker  

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

© Vilmos Zoltan Galyo  

When truth is reversed into lies,
a silent cry takes its place.
And when this happens,
prayer becomes the only weapon
against the cruelty of the world.

A cry the

© Rowena Velasco  

All of a sudden
The stars have stopped shining
Blimming sadness in Heaven
Too many babies are maimed and hurt
Too many infants are starving and suffering
Too many women

© Hebert Logerie  

At first, it was heaven — pure and bright.
Then came the cry, 
A single tear that swelled into a river, 
And from that flood, hell

© Becoming trude from the ruins  

Do not build a ladder  
when I fall into the abyss  
I did not call for climbing

The thorn in me  
is not

© Daniel Henry Rodgers  

Written: April 25, 2025 for Contest sponsored by Joseph May

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Now I must weep,
An oppressive key so morbid,
Now

© Sotto Poet  

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,” - Lord Byron
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© Krishnanand Guptar  

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

© Jerrold Prothero