Pain Poems | Examples of Pain Poetry

Since I first put on the greasepaint, smooth as cream on morning toast, they said I had a gift for making people laugh. Natural as breathing. Effortless as falling. Born to perform like a bird in flight. So I've kept that image, polished it like brass until it gleamed. beneath the painted...

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I think I hear whispers floating through my mind, It's the voice of someone I held dear- I remember the days when games were the only stress there. Opposite balconies facing each other, Extending hands to see if we could hold together , We bonded over shared toys, origami papers and roaring laughter. We played during every holiday as we grew, Sometimes...

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(sung in a heavy grunge metal) (spoken in growls>>>) The in’ voices never stop, the in voice make me wanna drop. (growled deep--->>>) THE IN VOICES WON'T STOP, THE IN VOICES MAKE ME WANNA POP!!! (sung in metal --->) My mind is like a cell. The voices roam freely, constantly ringing a bell. My mind is worse than hell,...

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Attempt, attempt, attempt, I try, I do, but find success a frightful,fretful sort of creature.—.landing always just so short for you,—my victories?: far less than few. From void to verse then verse now void,—but you reject my voice,else’y*u[ / , u ]d*stort it, and to good will ill intent impart; My inspiration, skewered by your view, lies fallow in your lap.—Tell, what’s...

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How do I explain how desolate life feels without you? The heart craves your presence and the eyes search only for you. You're gone, maybe not forever, But this feels like eternity. How do I tell you how lonely I feel even with a contact list full of names? People who would speak. Yet I wait for just one thing, A long...

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The darkness settles in at 1400 and it is crying It has deal with pain in a manner that is becoming burdensome It is tired of all the disappoints and is still crying Physical pain would be less burdensome The connection of souls does not come to the lips HOPE is lost and not in any universe The constant disappointment has...

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to feel another’s Pain is not enough. you must combine your sympAthy ...

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Memories of whip-lashing words steeped me deep into a roil of rancid oil my soul a weeping blistered sore my heart a gangrene amputee pus-green-memories rupture to plague me infection still oozes from core’s moaning cracks in a pale cringe I sniffled the floor my confidant a split lip half-wit tamed by the maim of his...

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- - Pope Francis died, Thus Poorer leaving the earth and humanity in pain, While heaven, Celebrating is, for becoming richer by one saint. - - ©? Demetrios Trifiatis 23 April 2025 ...

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The smooth ink stains bleed a crimson red with each stroke The pages' colors publish a perilous message against the black granite surface Black, red, white Its message is clear It's time to stop writing...

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Everyone hates Rainy days They’re so cold and grey So why do they bring me peace? How does it put my mind at ease? The Storm matches my chaotic mind Slowing things down so that I can unwind The Rain washes out my pain And the darkness neutralizes my brain The weather aids my temper It tames the raging fire Cooling the blazing embers Causing my...

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People say that you can’t tell the difference of a scream of joy from a scream of pain. A scream of pain is a scream of anger Guttural, loud, violent , Gunfire that is ricocheting Through your mind, body, soul. A scream of joy is a breath of fresh air, A sense of calm that is washed over you. While...

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Give it to the rain, all of your hurt and your pain. Watch as it belittles under a clap of thunder, all of your hurt, disdained. Scream it to the sky, make it heard. Let him know how much it hurt when you went through his phone. His promises, like fallen leaves, scattered by the wind. Look to the sea, give it...

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“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes,” - Lord Byron ************************************************************** ...

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I saw myself upon a lonely road— Night fell, and cold winds stirred. Like a soldier taking the night watch, I wandered the wild in silence. Fair enough, they say: “You must be a man.” But what of it? Do not heroes fall sometimes? Even lions miss their prey. Yet I am heavy-laden By the thoughts that live in my head. Two voices speak to...

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