Sufferer Poems - Poems about Sufferer

Target for use by the Cruelly Ill-Used Morally targetting his torturers, Nobly tending a body and mind bruised By the meanest sadistic adventurers. All the time, a choice handgum of prisoners of conscience, Nearly in the mold of a lamb cast; A last resort of credence That powerfully could compete with a fast. But, man, it keeps making bowels Annoying talking drums, That of...

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Don’t be afraid of words like thin and fat or slim and large, of discussing shame or diet or weight - there is nothing wrong with learning and conversation, of mistakes and missteps and change. Just know that food is neither good nor bad, it’s never a guilty pleasure or even a treat - eat what your body...

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For the time being I have Given cancer the slip, And here is a tip, From my very lip. Ethnicity does not matter Culture does not matter, Colour does not matter. The size of your brain does not matter, Your age does not matter, Your shape does not matter. Your politics do not matter, Your Hairstyle does not matter, Your monetary value does not matter. There is...

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Food is the greatest sufferer fingers pinch it but no cry teeth bite it but no cry throat swallows but no cry enzymes destroy it but no cry it lives in torture chambers would- be rescuers, say no cry this food that walks or is walked!...

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born rejected killed honored...

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It comes in many shapes and forms Some from abuse some from wars Others include accidents or death One thing is real they are  all bereft I'm talking about ptsd in remission Anyone can suffer from this condition It is always there in the mind Helpless lonely feeling blind To help these people you must be strong Sometimes it's tiring and...

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a statement: “father, my faith is fleeting---i simply cannot shake these questions inside which plague me to no end---i feel that all the things in this world which made sense to me under the power of god have begun to fall apart & the truth that once was, which i once held onto--- it is fading…vanishing.” a response: “my son, do not fret---the lord...

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I can see you are suffering deeply But you cannot escape your self-torture Subconsciously you are dependent on the pain And the joy your sorrow brings is what you live for But when the happiness is taken from you You cannot stand being alone with your own thoughts Your mind drives you on the brink of insanity Playing on your every emotion...

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An ocean supporting my death A world unseen is stealing my breath Command my end with all that you have I still rise in the land of the sad Hidden noise in solemnity’s wake The silent prayer that darkness partakes Behind your eyes the scene will appear And all your words are riddled with fear Sleepless dreams deterring the truth Drop the sword, deny...

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