Home » Poems » Best » Oliver Henry » Best Oliver Henry Poems

Best Poems Written by Oliver Henry

Below are the all-time best Oliver Henry poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

Details | Oliver Henry Poem

A Thousand Cuts

Like ancient rivers carved in stone,
These marks tell tales of storms now flown,
Of battles fought when night was long,
Of learning, slowly, to belong.

These faded paths upon my skin
Speak not of where I've fallen, but where I've been—
Each one a chapter, not an end,
A reminder of my power to mend.

They whisper now of distant days,
Of how we grow in countless ways,
These badges of a warrior's heart
Who chose to stay, to make a new start.

Details | Oliver Henry Poem

PainPleasure

I walk a path where shadows play,
Where silence hums, where terrors stay.
There, within, a secret blooms,
A rose of thorns in hidden rooms.

It’s not the wound that calls my name,
Not loud with fire, not bright with flame.
But the whisper, low and deep,
A comfort found where others weep.
It is the touch, the raw, the real,
A private war, a sacred seal.

A dance between love and ache,
An unmarked path the soul must take.
To some, a flaw, a shame to tame,
But I’ve learned to find the beauty in pain.
A shadowed friend, a twisted guide,

That leads me where my truths reside.
So let them judge, let them not know
The strength that in these moments grow.
For in that darkness, raw and cold,
I am awake, fierce, and bold.

Details | Oliver Henry Poem

The Journey

Each morning I wade through fog,
hands outstretched, grasping at wisps
that dissolve between my fingers.
The weight of unknowing 
bends my spine like scoliosis,
and yet, I stand.

Questions carve canyons 
into my thoughts, deep gorges
where certainty once lived.
Each step forward scrapes 
against rough stone, leaving
bloody footprints of trying.

But pain is a chisel
that shapes the soul,
and doubt is the hammer 
that breaks false foundations.
Even as I bleed, I bloom
like flowers forcing through concrete.

The meaning I seek
may never fully form,
but in this holy ache of searching
I find something better:
the courage to keep asking,
the strength to stay uncertain,

And in the end, perhaps
the journey itself
is the meaning I sought—
not a destination to reach,
but a path that shapes me
with every excruciating step.

Details | Oliver Henry Poem

Empath's Echo

I wake to whispers not my own,
Heavy hearts, a constant drone.
Their sorrows seep into my veins,
Uninvited, yet it remains.

A glance, a sigh—a silent plea,
A storm that finds its home in me.
A weight I carry, deep and wide,
No place to run, nowhere to hide.

Joy appears but isn’t mine,
A fleeting glimmer, thin as twine.
While anguish roots and digs in deep,
Robbing me of precious sleep.

A thousand voices in my mind,
Battles waged, secrets confined.
Bound to feel, I wonder why,
To hold their pain, to hear their cry.

Yet in their echoes, I exist,
Torn by sympathy I can’t resist.
A fragile light, a bleeding flame,
An empath’s curse, an empath’s name.