Short Emotional Pain Poems
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Healing does not mean curing
As it may be possible to cure our illnesses, emotional pain or medical problem
Iit is possible for us to heal ourselves
Physical pain
Emotional pain
One affects the body
The other, mind and brain
Pain is painful
Wherever it attacks
It is not gainful
That is a matter of fact
The emotional pain
From my past
Dissolves at last
In tears that fall
On an old photograph
Inspired by a scrapbook of family history my mother created over the years.
Physical exhilaration drowns
bony aches,
emotional pain,
intellectual angst,
social discontent,
psychological drama,
hunger pangs.
Untethered my soul soars
thus my heart sings.
Sadness
Emotional pain—
A soulful melancholy
A sense of deep hurt . . .
Avoid when it’s possible . . .
An epiphany for change!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 25, 2018 (Tanka)
As mothers
We will always cry tears
When our children hurt
And go through emotional pain
But who will cry
Those same tears
When the mother hurts
And goes through emotional pain?
A question that remains
Unanswered
The never ending feeling of pain
As the giant ball rises up into my throat
Spiralling into an epitome of low
How can love be so cruel?
I watch as you take my soul, my mind, my everything, my nothing
Will I ever survive this cruel game we play?
I am overwhelmed with emotional pain.
Do you see my tears are falling like rain?
I have been like this everyday.
The cause of this has been your going away.
I hope you come back to me and stay.
Inspired by another member's poem
hidden
and kept
from others
like skeletons
inside of
a closet
a conundrum
tears down
relationships
burden on minds
emotional pain
stress and anxiety
physical consequences
trust
and honestly
relieves you of
the deepest, darkest of
SECRETS
She’s only a woman
He’s a patient man
no more emotional pain
If she gets his heart to gain
His love for tomorrow
without any sorrow
She gave him hassle and bliss
He’ll kiss her better like this
He shall caress and cuddle her
Before he makes her a mother.
The soul's deep, emotional, wailing pain;
No one sees that it reigned in with sin.
The dire need for this emotional pain
To wane arises again and again.
The evil sin contained refuses to leave its domain.
When will the stalking of this emotional pain finally end?
They twist my thoughts,they twist my brain,I feel the emotional pain!
No matter they will not win in this world full of coruption and sin!
Pruity is what will set me free from a life of insanity!
Form:
From my years of living
I figured out two kinds of pain
One is physical
it only last a while
The second is emotional
it last forever
I have experianced both
they are hell
But if I had to chose the worst
It would be the emotional pain
Because you never get over it
At a graveyard, looking down at
the grave. In deep emotional pain.
Hoping that, that one person is in
a better place. Last few weeks
for her have been hell. But everybody
gave her a blessing and
then she passed away. Now she's
with God, looking down on me.
Love you grandma.
Since the day you died
Life has been an emotional ride
The numbness starting to subside
So many tears my eyes have cried
Emotional pain becoming part of everyday life
Grief cutting through me like a knife
Wonder how much pain I can endure
Before I just can't take it anymore
The ultimate spiritual person never felt emotional pain.
He endured pain with ease and released into outer atmosphere.
The blasphemy of humans comes from inner emotional rain.
We absorbed negative power from negative experience.
Our goal is activating higher self and controlling the emotional pain.
again and again i cut myself 2 get rid of the pain that you cause me and u don't even know.
i slit my wrist once again just a min ago(11-20 3:45)but my parents shall never know.
i cut 2 get rid of all the emotional pain but then the physical pain tears me up inside
and i do it again!...
i cant take it
Form:
This is the best I can hope for, is what she thinks
I can do worse and he's usually kind, is what she tells herself
The bruises and emotional pain are deserved, is what she believes
There is no way to survive on my own, is what her brain keeps repeating
He loved me to death, is what her tombstone will read
So many times our hearts feel dried and withered,
Sick from emotional pain and scars,
Yet, even in its drought,
We find ways to heal the wounded heart,
Through prayer, music and religious verses our neuroses
becomes more controlled,
eventually making us feel whole,
to love the flawed characters in our lives........
I feel the chill of her marble hands gripping tight around my heart, She breathes pain and spits misery upon all who surround her.
Her eyes like hollow vessels like a vase abandoned by its flowers.
Her soul is lost within time and picked clean by the vultures of sorrow.
She embraces me.
She accepts me.
She is me.
I am her.
If you love me you'll let me go
If you don't you'll tell me so
Let me run far far away
So just listen to me okay
I don't want to be here anymore
My emotional pain hurts like open soars
Just let me go
If you love me so
You'll understand once I'm gone
That I don't need to be here that much long
My last words to you
Bye and I love you
Form:
To all the poets
who write so well,
who write from the heart,
their feelings they tell.
Hastily scribbled
for all to read,
to merit responses,
to fill that need.
To aid in recovering
from emotional pain,
keep writing your poetry,
again and again.
Bless all you Poets
with emotions so strong,
to immortalise them in writing,
Is truly never wrong.
Another day first
Lights by and by
My heart is broken
Mourning, sorrowing
My quiet tears
Stunning to my ears
Sole in the haze of misery
To my mystify
Lapsed slipped away
Your face I observe
Gone your voice
The house with tune
Your hence makes me blue
A cut heals over time
Emotional pain glues
Eventually too
I will have a scar
It will remind me
Of my love for you
Honesty begged an answer
from me it asked impossibility
Forgetting my place within time
I spoke the truth, almost benign
Thunder split the world within
First a crack then a fissure
Old souls cried a sorrowful song
and blood-drenched the lids of eyes
Knowing truth as some may say
is keener than a sharpened blade
Sometimes best to hear a wind
than feel the storm of emotional pain
:: ~ ::
If you could picture time as a concept
To control our willing self
Would its beat change as our mind slept
Propaganda sold as health.
Time is an aid to healing
Advice for emotional pain
But how can it manage the feeling
To protect and keep us sane.
So how much time is for the living
An algorithm to measure breath
Age a counter for the reapers ring
Taking us closer to the time called death.