Pain Poems
Be Gentle, I Humbly Ask
by Leila Colleen Famisan
If my heart was in the palm of your hands
Would you throw it on the ground
Crush it into bits and pieces
Watch as something once full of love and warmth
Become fragments of longing and pain
Or would you hold it
Ever so gentle
Keep it safe and warm
And maybe give it a home
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black stork
by norman rockwell
Our lives were once flocked together
with no one to separate us.
But as my wings were slowly shaded
by green of color,
it enraged your beating core
and turned your feathers black,
dark like the shadows that watches over us.
However, you were not there to watch,
but to kill like every mother bird do for their chicks.
The only difference was you did it to me, your child.
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Empty Hope
by gabriella BlakeEverything happens for a reason. I feel so horrible because it will make feeling good that much better. I’ll appreciate it. I promise I will. Please tell me it’ll be worth it. Please tell me to keep holding on. Tell me that life will stop hitting me in the face at some point. Tell me I’ll be happy, so happy. Tell me I’ll smile like I used to. Tell me everything will be better than okay.
Continue readingThe Prison Bell
by Owen Suffolk
Hark to the bell of sorrow! - 'tis awak'ning up again
Each broken spirit from its brief forgetfulness of pain.
Its sad sound seems to me to be a deathwail from the past,
An elegy for buried joys too pure and bright to last.
It haunts me like an echo from the dark depths of despair,
And conjures up the fiend-like forms of misery and care;
The saddest of the sorrowful, its tones bright dreams dispel,
For waking woes are summoned by the harsh-toned prison bell.
It tells me that I am not now what once I used to be,
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Slipping
by Miranda White
Slipping.
Faster and faster.
Why won't you stay.
You don't need to go any faster.
I can keep up.
Promise me you will wait.
My hand is slipping may we please go slower.
Your hand moving away faster.
Please I want to hold onto you longer.
You're letting me go.
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Wat als de liefde niet langer lief zou zijn
by Mario Odekerken
Wat als de liefde niet langer lief zou zijn
maar slechts een herinnering aan warmte
die niet meer brandt.
De handen raken nog
maar vinden geen thuis.
Woorden blijven hangen
tussen mond en stilte.
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Wat als de liefde niet langer lief zou zijn
by Mario Odekerken
Wat als de liefde niet langer lief zou zijn
maar slechts een herinnering aan warmte
die niet meer brandt.
De handen raken nog
maar vinden geen thuis.
Woorden blijven hangen
tussen mond en stilte.
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Our Frames
by Kali Charkowski
I am orange,
I’m yellow,
I’m patterned in blue,
All of this painting is done by you
You and her,
And the ones before,
Make me full of colors,
But, truly, what for?
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Mother's Night (in Ukrainian)/Материна ніч
by Halyna Myroslava
груди ночі прорізує зірка
(вона не єдина
та інших не помічаєш
не найбільша
це не має значення)
пульсує
усіма зі своїх чотирьох рамен
вивергаючи навиворіт камери серця
на всі чотири сторони світу
а ти
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All I had was pain
by Mario Odekerken
All I had was pain,
a silence that stretched,
onger than the nights,
louder than voices
that never came.
I held it close,
not out of love,
but because I stayed
when nothing else did.
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox (57 poems about Pain)
5 November 1850 - 30 October 1919 / Johnstown Center / Rock County / Wisconsin -
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