Pain Poems
The Two Glasses
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
There sat two glasses, filled to the brim,
On a rich man's table, rim to rim.
One was ruddy and red as blood,
And one was clear as the crystal flood.
Said the glass of wine to his paler brother,
"Let us tell tales of the past to each other;
I can tell of banquet, and revel, and mirth,
Where I was a king, for I ruled in might;
For the proudest and grandest souls on earth
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A Pin
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Oh, I know a certain lady who is reckoned with the good,
Yet she fills me with more terror than a raging lion would.
The little chills run up and down my spine whene’er we meet,
Though she seems a gentle creature, and she’s very trim and neat.
And she has a thousand virtues and not one acknowledged sin,
But she is the sort of person you could liken to a pin.
And she pricks you and she sticks you in a way that can’t be said.
If you seek for what has hurt you – why, you cannot find the head.
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On Pain
by Khalil Gibran
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its
heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the
daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem
less wondrous than your joy;
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Two Sunsets
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
In the fair morning of his life,
When his pure heart lay in his breast,
Panting, with all that wild unrest
To plunge into the great world's strife
That fills young hearts with mad desire,
He saw a sunset. Red and gold
The burning billows surged and rolled,
And upward tossed their caps of fire.
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I Am
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Am
I know not whence I came,
I know not whither I go;
But the fact stands clear that I am here
In this world of pleasure and woe.
And out of the mist and the murk
Another truth shines plain –
It is my power each day and hour
To add to its joy or its pain.
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nothingyoucoulddonothingyoucoulddonothingyoucoulddonothingyoucoulddonothingyoucoulddonothingyoucoulddonothingyoucoulddo
by Mackenzie Bilz
I don’t know what to do.
All I do is hurt
All I do is hurt people
I don’t know what to do.
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
I should not have ever spoken to others
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Lopend met het verdriet op de schouders
by Mario Odekerken
Lopend met het verdriet op de schouders,
voelt de lucht dikker
alsof elke ademhaling
door water moet breken.
De weg strekt zich uit zonder einde,
stenen drukken door je voeten
en toch blijf je stappen,
omdat stilstaan nog zwaarder weegt.
Drowning in the Sea of Sorrow
by Mario Odekerken
I am drowning
in the sea of sorrow,
no storm,
just the weight
of stillness.
Waves do not crash,
they whisper
regret,
pulling me under
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Torn between thoughts
by Mario Odekerken
Torn between thoughts,
like leaves in the wind,
no place to rest,
no voice to follow.
A still heart waits,
while the mind
runs
in circles
around shadows.
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Verskeur deur gedagtes
by Mario Odekerken
Verskeur deur gedagtes,
soos blare in die wind,
geen rusplek,
geen stem om te volg nie.
'n Stil siel wag,
terwyl die gees
dwaal
in sirkels
om skaduwees.
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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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