pain poems

A Goodbye Too Soon | Deepti Sharma

A day lost in labyrinth
a reticent hospital room
moderate nurse carrying
syringes of eternal truce.
His pastoral ruby romance
his unoriginal lover..
through the cherry blossoms
the unsung haiku clamour
wispy sun sieving
her early morning face..
the needle through his vein
now a rudimentary cliche.
Promises and denials
up in the smoke rings
Chemo had a tangent
O my holy daffodil!
Fallen hair screaming
Aplomb pulverized
Farewell seems easy
and our chorus plagiarized.
Tomorrow will be another
disquieting splinter
an appealing dream of you…
Aah! or a goodbye midwinter.

Of Dust and Pain | Megha Sood

The slow effervescence
the vaporizing effect of the sadness
body losing itself to the thin air
slowly and surely
the mothball slowly giving it to the air
its existence and its frailty
and the deep sense of attachment
the ephemeral bond between the existence and frailty
the curled up pieces of the burning papers
with its bits and pieces
earmarking the days and the nights
with its ashen touch
like the sand in the water
submerged and yet to dissolve
you can still feel
the existence of the silt and the sediment
the gelid hands of the reality
pinches me with its
cold fingers and freezes my warm heart
this sacred ritual of dissatisfaction
and time eating time
when the body completes the sacred circle
and suddenly there comes a realization
an epiphany of the sorts
we were all a ball of illusion
soaked in the murky pulverized dust
of pain and angst
to begin with.

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The Art of Drowning | Judy Moskowitz

I was simply passing through
A small group under
A crescent moon
Faces contorted
Bodies abused
Diving into their garbage
Living in waste
Dancing to self inflicted
Wounds
I wanted to throw them
A line
Something to hang onto
A painless tomorrow
A hot cup of coffee
Perfectly brewed
A belly full of potential
They were hungry
For something else
The art of drowning

Cracks of Gold | Kenneth Vincent Walker

I’ve resigned myself
To the fact that I am
Unequivocally broken.

My cracks have been
Sealed in virgin gold,
And my scars glisten.

My wounds are a token
Reminder of my past,
Which has compelled

Me to sincerely disclose
Memories I have seen,
Dreamed, and juxtaposed.

Words as Weapons | Blanca Alicia Garza

Words can be soft
like a rose petal
Or can stick in your throat
like thorns, piercing and
grasping your tongue.
A single word can
heal a broken heart,
Or rip it into pieces
like a sharp blade.
Some words get stuck
deep inside our soul
without making a sound.
Those are the ones that
hurt the most.

Is Life Just | Chris Byrne

It feels pain
Deep down, knowing
Something is wrong
Indescribable
Wanting to scream
Saying nothing
Lost knowing why
It hurts so much
Yet unable
To speak.

Empathy | Judy Moskowitz

She cries a silent song
I hear the quiet agony
She feels exhaustion
From insomnia
I walk the floors in the Dead of night
She feels her nerve endings
Raw on fire
The futility of neuropathy
I bleed from
Her labored breath
And need to disconnect
But can’t pull the plug
She is one of many
I carry around
Like loose change

Lost | Chris Byrne

It can rip you apart,
Hurt you in many ways,
That sensation deep within,
Knowing it’s just a feeling,
A mutual understanding,
Pure respect that
Overwhelms out of
Sheer fear,
Not knowing why
Nor realizing
It is just
Love.

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