Suffering Poems - Poems about Suffering

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 out of its eastern hole (there, next to Orion’s foot), wanting to devour the cadmium-hued moon. What explains our struggles’ centrality? At night, we sit by the window waiting for our suffering...

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In the stillness of darkness mockery, lies, gossips like air arise dragging you down, for a penny sake Abuse of power just for wealth. Who would have thought of these silent moves? Cheating on a poor innocent While still in a dungeon of fire in a gloomy weekly days and nights in lost paradise. The so-called "smile" is a shadowed for the world to...

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Amid the fire of twilight sun I wish I knew my way horizon’s char and moonlight’s shun has ashed my hope I pray for dark cloud constellation to free a steed for me to flee gunshot streets for primrose to steal my jaundice and burn the itch in roadside stars for me to follow scent and sight and find forsaken...

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Four times they opened the flesh and bone, Four times I woke to a world of stone— No river of morphine, no drift or dream, Only the scream behind the scream. White coats turned with empty hands, No balm for fire that sears and brands. I wept in shadows of hospital light, Each hour a tunnel with no end in sight. If coins...

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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 ...

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Empty, that's all she felt She hated the numbness that would blindly attack She did so much for others But she couldn't help herself She carried the weight of being black Where racism would slowly break her back She couldn't even go to a hospital they'd probably throw her out Calling her 'dramatic' Saying she should go somewhere else This...

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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 world refuses to hear. A pain that goes unnoticed. A silent cry in a solitary room— and yet, a flicker of hope, a thought still blooming beyond the ache. Trust becomes a fragile thread— easily frayed once...

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A crown of thorns it had to be He cried out in anguish from that tree No one would listen, no one cared Then John said brother please be still Your Father in heaven for you awaits You mean the world and more to Him God said for You, My Son, I'll wait...

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Burn it, burn it to the ground The crowd shouted at Jesus on the tree How cruel can anyone possibly be To make One suffer as He looked down at me He eyes grew dim, He wouldn't last In the night to heaven He went home To be with His Father in all of His glory God came to save Him, He's...

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What truly is power Is it control or the silence that follows it? Is it born from bullets and broken promises Or from the love we dismiss as weakness? Can power ever be shared like bread split between hungry Sudanese hands as if leadership were a meal the poor can taste in equal halves? Or is power what poisons the soil the reason Sudanese...

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If Satan had said sorry My hunger wouldn’t haunt me daily I’d breathe in peace And sleep without the weight of worry. But pride made him defiant He traded my hope for his ego Now I walk through life unknown With doubt as my shadow. If Satan had said sorry Maybe God would still feel near And grace wouldn’t hang from a cross Paid in blood...

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Suffering How are you supposed to grow if you don’t suffer? If you don’t enjoy the pain, then you won’t be able to move forward. All the hard days are worth the results. Today is a new day to hurt even more. I remember having my first compliment. Be one with the iron and become...

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WHY THE SUFFERING OF MAN- 1. I don't know I don't understand The promises of mistrust of man Why? The misfortune and disarray Who’s to say we should live this way Please release The opening in the skies Lord Jesus come, come on by Come down and take your children Back to Our Father Elohim I don't know why we cry 2. I no sabi I no Di promises for mistrust...

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What does it mean to witness suffering and feel it burn inside you, not as gentle empathy, but as a deep-rooted and screaming indictment? There is a boy who carries cement as I carry metaphors — without question, without choice, without allowing himself the luxury of another option, only with a resignation sculpted in silence. He is not a...

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May your pain erode you alike the touch of stagnation upon a rotting corpse- akin to a wilted rose stained with the stench of fear & longing....

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