Trust Pain Poems | Examples
These Trust Pain poems are examples of Pain poems about Trust. These are the best examples of Pain Trust poems written by international poets.
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
Turning Pain into Purpose
Pain teaches one growth
in dark places.
One oftentimes ask one's innerself
Am I addicted to pain?
Pouring into others that often left me drained, exhausted yet no one stops
To ask of mine.
The pain felt cruel, trust broken, The
loss felt unfair but maybe it was mercy
in masquerade.
Let them do what brings them peace,
Protect your energy at all costs.
Expect nothing from others it only
elevates one's disappointments.
Turning pain into purpose.
For me, each day is a delight.
Fullness overflows like a monsoon.
Rainbows of hope enchant my sight.
The earth and sky dance to my tune.
There's an unknown stir in my soul.
Sunbeams brightly enter my shrines.
A whirl of trust unfurls my goal.
Like gold in the sun, goodness shines.
Blood of change flows through flesh and veins.
An angelic grace fills the earth.
Birds and beasts are freed of all pains.
Body and soul are in new birth.
Yet, what bliss is in such bounty,
when the poor spend their nights hungry?
I am a poisonous thorn
among spring’s blooming flowers,
crumpled leaves and petals,
trampled by wandering feet.
Sanguine feet,
bloody thorn.
I stand alone,
a roadside stone
beside a field infested with thorns.
The dusk sky of a golden evening
leans over the spumy, distant sea.
I watch my shadow,
still black unlike a stone,
a long shadow without desire or pain,
something only I can trust.
My fugitive past hastens,
fading away,
leaving me behind,
unworthy, forgotten.
Ah, nostalgia…
They were before me,
perfect life,
the blooming flowers of spring.
But I remain,
standing in a vast garden of thorns,
becoming a thorn
with time.
God alone knows of all my sorrows,
and He alone discerns my every pain.
God grants to me all my tomorrows,
and at the cross took my sin’s stain.
With burdens heavy I seek one to care,
So looking to him each day I must.
For God alone can my burdens bear,
and only in God do I place my trust.
The argument of silence, absonant,
hammers into the pliant mind it’s hard
nails of craving.—a spirit thusly marred
will yield to any prickle, every scant
pressure to give in.—once the foreign implant
is firmly riveted, a brain so jarred
can no longer trust its levies to guard
its thoughts against the inner, speechless “can’t”.
Quietudes disturb the peace of silent
folk, pounding its forceful will upon their backs.
When, going unfulfilled, a lurching tic
tickles the unstilled ego, its violent
lashes thrash harsh whips in frequent attacks
on the tender flesh of a crooked back.
—it’s the black boil on bursting, boiling ribs—
on my midleft chest, brewing bungled churns,
[tighteningmybreath], again, again, it yearns,
it begs*, “just one (just two) more (well-earned) rub(s)!”
—giving in, it’s just picking at the scabs—
first brief relief( ):the itch at once returns
as soon’s the finger’s left the welt; it burns
and gnaws more hotly—awful pangs, sore jabs!
now, Doctor says I’d best not touch it if
I’d like to heal—“lucky to leave just a scar”—
only, I hate the texture of the crust…
why’s my mind got to be so god,damned,stiff?
though abstinence feels so blunt, so bizarre,
I’d like to heal, I give his word my trust.
Heart of glass
Once transparent and clear
Shattered
Love drained , disappeared
Porcelain spirit
Crumbled , crushed
No longer soars
Trust turned to dust
Crystal soul
Cracked and chipped
Time needs to restore
Damage from harms cruel grip
The door handle taunts me.
No one wants me to hear.
About me, but without me,
vibrations of sound drown
down to the ground,
as my heart pounds on edge.
A wedge of aloofness
keeps me estranged,
unchanged from who
I knew I'd become,
as numb as a child,
defiled and denied
the comfort of trust.
Like a tired mime,
I idly cry inside,
eyelids great for hiding.
Confiding happens
behind closed doors
without me;
About me or not,
I am unwanted in.
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I am scarred,
battered,
bruised.
My mind keeps showing me
God is here.
He has told me
through all the pain,
He will never lose,
and I will have all of the gain.
He shows me that I can be whole again.
I will recover from my past.
All the pain and suffering
is ending in my heart
because God has more than done His part.
So I will trust in the Lord with all my heart,
My understanding is not to be relied on.
In all my ways I will know Him
and my Great God will make
my path straight.
Some view peace as a soft, soothing rain,
Others, as a mere illusion.
All the while also hearing the song of struggle.
I align myself with those who bear the weight of pain.
If peace was meant to find its way,
I have watched enough broken dreams
To learn that voices long silenced by shame
Are strong enough,
And deserve to be heard.
Forget me, trust me
Trust me, trust, trust me, and forget everything
Our time running out, it flies away into space
Trust me, just trust me, I fly faster than time
Forget me, time flies, so far, ask the sky
Ask the seagulls in the life of oceans
I am flying with them, sky smiles
Trust me all, I am with you
Every morning see you
From your window
A bird knocking
Watching you
A seagull
I like the feel of rain,
a mix of hope and pain.
As the drops sting my face,
I start slowing my pace;
Nature understands me
and my reality.
Raindrops aren't gentle tears
but more like liquid spears.
And I soak in that hurt,
as my mind goes inert.
Betrayal broke my heart,
and my dreams fell apart.
Filtering love from lust,
my hopes relied on trust.
Now, nothing feels the same,
and I'm crying in shame.
The rain helps hide those tears
and somehow calms my fears.
‘One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.’
- Sophocles, Oedipus at Colonus
While we’re in the vertiginous first throws
of being in love, Cupid across bows
fired seemingly randomly, finding rows
of fertile soil for life’s troubles—pain mows.
People eager to throw caution to t’ wind,
immersed in the unknown, they often sinned.
The hasty promises will be rescind;
impossible dreams reluctantly binned.
There’s no more excruciating pain, true,
than unrequited love—it leaves us blue.
Mesmerised by couples seemingly through
mutual understanding: trust accrue.
We’ve been loved; given freely of our love.
We are rich beyond measure and above.
I can be defensive, yes, it's true
A shield of protection, I construe
For wounds of the past still sting and burn,
Causing my cautious walls to discern.
But underneath this hardened shell,
Lies a heart that knows all too well,
The fear of being vulnerable and exposed,
Leaving me to fend off perceived foes.
So please be patient, understanding, and kind,
As I navigate this complex state of mind,
For behind the defenses that I wear,
Is a soul that longs to trust and share.