pain poems

Platonic Love | PYG’s Whisper

True love never dies
Loyal souls never change
Don’t distort the beauty of fairy tales
Don’t blame it on life
Don’t blame it on you
Don’t fake your heart
‘Cause I won’t do
Thought you were my angel
So I gave you my wings
Now you’re ready to fly?
I whined hey wait
But you’re hailing goodbye
I offered you a platonic love
A virgin, a pure an innocent love
I said babe sex got nothing on me
Clog your ears believe what you see
They only gossip about me
They can’t be you and they won’t own me
But you were disgusted with the taste of my kiss
That’s why I hated the scent of my lips
You know… I spent my youth buying time for you
Guess I’ll spend my sunsets waiting here for you
Even though I’m wide aware
That time and tide wait for no man
But I’m prepared to make an exception
‘Cause our romance was perfection
And I’ll rebirth its dead sensation

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I Am Who I Am | Sandra Nguyen

I am the scars that you see,
of broken promises and broken heart.
I am the tears that flow,
from wells of hurt and pain.
I am the treasure,
of falling stars and lost dreams.
I am who I am,
because you loved me.

I am the wings of eagles,
soaring in the sky.
I am the butterfly,
the change and transformation.
I am the sun, the stars and moon,
shining and twinkling with all my might.
I am who I am,
because I loved you.

More at https://www.facebook.com/sansmagic/.

Sign Your Name Here | Mamyaw

words blur together
congealing
before eyes
brimming
with the sea
held back
by clustered
lashes

a stream spills down
pockmarked cheeks
lined with years
spilling onto
crisp paper

lips tremble
in silent
defeat
as a vice
grips the chest
caved in
from decades of
memories

a wet gaze looks up
at an apparition
from the past
but the present
commands
attention
to itself
it calls for
just a squiggle
on pristine pulp
but hands
paralyzed
with grief
cannot move

threats flew in
that stifling air
biting syllables
that rend
and tear

sign the damned papers

the hand moves
as unvoiced wails
rise up
from that
caved in chest

it is done

Arrow in My Back | Hino Black

I can get up out of my bed…
I can wash my hair and look good..
I can start my day just fine…
I can drink my coffee..
And do my work..
But what can I do…
When I can’t pretend…
When I can’t force a smile..
Like nothing happened..
What can I do..
When my tears keep falling undeniably…
When my heart is breaking into pieces..
What can I do…
When every time I try to get up on my feet..
Life keeps knocking me down..
What can I do…
When this pain is draining me…
When I try my best..
And my best some how is not enough..
What can I do…
When every time I try to be fine..
But the truth is I’m just not………
Fine!…
I’m living my life….like there’s an arrow piercing through my back…
And keeps pulling me under…
And I just can’t move on.

More at https://hino848.wordpress.com.

Vacancy and Ice | Jenny Middleton

Your questions brood over me
like clouds pregnant with snow
lolling recklessly across
a bitter sky.

and my words are hungry as a winter
grieving a skull pent cage
battering the salty barred lids of my eyes
with blunted blades fighting…

how quickly this expanse, this chisel
of vacancy and ice
has spiralled, dividing my body and mind

these halves of me are all
I dare
to trust your vagrant snow-blind touch with.
dawn seems distant in this endless anaemic night
that you insist should be glutted
with your silky tattooed sentences.

You seem not to see
them circle and pounce like uneasy vultures
at the parameters of each others meaning

and while these circuit my sieged mind
I can offer only my lips
alone in answer
but not their breath and voice.

Reminiscent | Manuelito D. Pio Roda

The rain falls again.

Forced to embrace the
silence in this solitude.

Where memories come
into view.

Twisted images
of me and you.

Like a nightmare
that keeps eating
away on my mind.

The wind sounds like
a unbridled symphony.

Untamed at
my consciousness.

Slowly killing my
spirit continuously.

For I was cradled
by your claws of deceit.

Too much of sadness
and tears.

I’m tired of thinking
of you for all these years.

More at https://allpoetry.com/poem/14514917-Reminiscent-by-Raven1109.

Pains | Paula OZ

Faith, hopeless feeling, going through my mind

Listen, pain…
– Would you support the shoulder pads of frustration?
and the two senses? Being ethereal or being ephemeral?

The pain cries with the isolation.

Silently, answer me the pain:
– Your soul hurts; I am your reality.

You are my conscience, we die too much.

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