Written By: D. Collins 4/3/25
We are losing friends and losing them fast.
As far as trust goes, we’re running dead last.
We leave our allies hanging and citizens overseas.
Spend enormous resources focused on deportees.
Don’t get the impression America has your back.
You are “Diss-illusioned” if you believe that.
If you offer nothing to pad pockets of the rich.
You, and your country will likely get dissed.
There’re provocative tariffs and pensions bottoming out.
Everything nosedives when Trump opens his mouth.
We’re in a world of hurt that will only get worse.
After the recession let’s see if America’s First?
In a World of Hurt
Everyone would love, everyone would care,
If only we could forget our fears.
Forget the furrows that divide and scar,
And be in union, as one, once more.
An injured boy, cradled in his mother's lap,
A victim of felony, of shame and of wrath.
Injured by the world, with all its might,
Left to pick up the pieces, through the dark of night.
We live in a world where everyone's a prey,
Where the strong devour the weak, day by day.
A world of humongous size, yet nobody to claim,
A world where love and kindness are but a distant flame.
A mother weeps, as she holds her child tight,
A child who's found peace, in the still of night.
Rest in peace, dear one, may your soul be free,
May your memory live on, wild and carefree.
In a world of hurt
I am just a particle
among the masses
Sometimes my brain deludes me into believing that I am utterly unlovable.
Like a dog who has been in the shelter for far too long, being prepared for his final meal.
My throat closes up,
My lungs shut down,
And there are no other thoughts to be had.
I often convince myself that I do not deserve good things,
Like I am destined to live and die in a world of hurt.
As if something I have done in a past life created this monster of a brain,
As if I earned it in a way.
I know my brain tricks me,
It is conditioned to make things harder than they have to be–
I, ultimately, made it that way.
It is kind of beautiful though, that self-hatred and trauma can actively alter your brain in a physical sense–constructing neural pathways.
Sometimes it helps me to discover the trace of beauty within hideous things.
Do not try there is no use
You will only badly lose
Running will not do a thing
When I find you it will bring
Only more pain you caused this
When you took a closed up fist
Hitting my friend in the face
There is not a single place
You can hide so watch your back
There are bruises from the smacks
Many times you left on her
You are in a world of hurt
When I finally track you down
You'll disappear and not be found
From the rage that will come out
I'll be like a water spout
Sprinkling violence on you
And when I am finally through
With each shot and angry hit
I may throw another fit
Just to see the sight of you
Turn a lot more black and blue
You will be a punching bag
I will beat until you sag
Because you ran out of air
You can't breath and I don't care
Knowledge is only the beginning
Of creation
lifes long journey
Doesn't last forever.
lack of structure offers not freedom,
but chaos, an pain .
In a world of hurt
In the presence of fear .
Searching the world for what
Is what is asked .
Time never stops
An real love never dies.
Dreams last for as long as you're Dreaming em
An faith only goes so far.
We are human ...
This is what we call life...
Without your love, I’ll be forever
lost in a world of hurt and pain.
Without your love, what will I gain?
I’ll flow in life like a sad river.
Why can't we be again together?
Why can't we happily walk in the rain?
Without your love, I’ll be forever
lost in a world of hurt and pain.
Ah, all the memories that I remember!
Without your love, I’ll go insane.
My love for you... it was in vain?
It will be forever a cold, dark December?
Without your love, I’ll be forever
lost in a world of hurt and pain.
I gave you my heart
Then you tore it apart
You made me feel loved
Because of you I'm in an emotional flood
Now because of you I feel unloved
Clearly with you i misjudged
I thought you were the one
But then you said we're done
I let my walls down
When you were around
I made the mistake
One i hope to never remake
At first you made my heart be fast
Who I was i to think that'll last
You took everything I gave
Then threw me away with a wave
My heart is broken
Because of the way you've spoken
I've lost trust in love
Due to you giving me the shove
My heart will eventually heal
Which I intend to always conceal
Your in for a world of hurt
Hope your on high alert
My family's gunning for you
You bit off more than you could chew
You made the mistake of hurting me
That is a guarantee
You better start running
Because my family is coming
Your gonna regret meeting me
Many people would agree
You messed with the wrong person
Your life is about to worsen
I hope your ready
Because soon your life will be unsteady
I drank alcohol and now I am fat and laughing inside the dark cave wanting to take all my life back and to be the me I used to be; to be the music I used to sing; to be the sunrise I used to see.
When I reach for the stars and dream of roses above my circle of friends who I've fallen out of just like I've changed you. This is what love really feels like.
Oh my! I wish it were not true.
This is how I feel when I sing but all I need is a kiss!
I had a dream once -- a dream that a bottle of red wine got drunk and woke up.
And came onto my hand and I dreamed I was singing and a beautiful lady in a wig came onto my legs and I dreamed I was dreaming & I dreamed I was falling into a purple slumber; I told my in-laws I want to be my own man. I want the necktie to be the peace of mind I need. I want the dreams to be nice & not get me into a world of hurt.
I just want a kiss!
:: 09.26.2020 ::
No one knows the pain and struggle
we go through every hour of every
day
We are survivors that most others
can definitely truly never say
Our daily lives have been changed
in every possible insane way
Together we can make a stand
and educate and advocate for
Fibromyalgia pain
No living being should be
in a world of hurt and strife
We ALL deserve to live the BEST
and productive life
If you have no suffering and each
day you awake like new
Fall to your knees and thank GOD
above for being you
Don’t look at someone's outer
cover and think they don’t look
like they are in pain
Pain can be masked with a smile,
its not always with a limp and a cane
Be caring and understand that we all
are different and not all the same
To a person hurting and hiding it all Inside, it's such a shame
Tammi Arrowood 8-13-2019??
I'm in it now
What you may ask?
I'm in a world of hurt
In a world of masks
Question their motives
Answers so bleak
Must stay strong willed
Cannot be weak
I'm in it now
A dedicated place
One more smile
To be ripped from my face
Words that are spoken
Every syllable heard
But actions speak louder
Of things less deserved
I'm in it now
I've asked for this madness
Within unknown territory
I'm finding more sadness
Confusion and wonder
Wander round my head
I'm walking blind
Am I alive or dead?
I'm in it now
I don't know what to do
It tears me apart
I feel so confused
I'm in it now
I will always be last
A fool to believe
The future could be unlike the past
Rising from the ashes,
body smelling like smoke,
he stands there with shackles....
in his hands....
torn up shirt.
Freed from a broken world of hurt....
He finally stood up,
and said no more....
He found his voice and he spoke....
scars all over him,
he had been through a storm,
and almost lost his mind,
but he pressed on, moving forward,
leaving the dreaded burden behind.
At first, he was blind....
thinking it was all love,
thinking it was a gift,
sent from above....
but it wasn't....
It was a darkened curse,
and the longer he tried fighting,
the more he grew worse.
So, he finally broke free,
free of the pain,
free of the strain,
He broke free from deprivation...
Emotional decimation....
He broke free....
from criticism,
and self helplessness,
he broke free....
from a black and white
world of nothingness.
He was now a free man....
He removed the shackles....
from his feet....
no longer lost in self-defeat....
He had finally broken free....
and was able to move on,
and be happy once more.
Cohen and World of Hurt
More MSNBC News.
What Cohen has is wobbly world of hurt,
And appears to be having a growth spurt,
Too much strain;
He went insane;
Also has looked like he is loosing his shirt.
Jim Horn
Yep. You guessed it. Over ten again.
Do not try there is no use
You will only badly lose
Running will not do a thing
When I find you it will bring
Only more pain you caused this
When you took a closed up fist
Hitting my friend in the face
There is not a single place
You can hide so watch your back
There are bruises from the smacks
Many times you left on her
You are in a world of hurt
When I finally track you down
You'll disappear and not be found
From the rage that will come out
I'll be like a water spout
Sprinkling violence on you
And when I am finally through
With each shot and angry hit
I may throw another fit
Just to see the sight of you
Turn a lot more black and blue
You will be a punching bag
I will beat until you sag
Because you ran out of air
You can't breath and I don't care
Right from the start, love meant pain
and as she grew, it turned to shame.
I cried for the infants corrupted youth.
I cried for the mother not knowing the truth.
She lived in the shadows made from her life
full of darkness, fear, and strife.
I cried for the toddlers innocence lost.
I cried for the sitter and the pain he caused.
She walked down a very lonely road
and carried the hurt all alone.
I cried for the girl confused and scared.
I cried for the father not being there.
Demons corrupted her; tore her apart.
They haunt her memories and fill her heart.
I cried for the teenager baring the load.
I cried for the rapist she'll never let go.
A life of secrets built these walls;
tear-stained pillows; unanswered calls.
I cried for the woman and her world of hurt
I cried till my tears washed away all this dirt.
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