All poems found containing the word pain
Talitha Lila Bedworth "Is the pain"

I try to see the view through my window
But I keep looking
Into my own reflection,
I try to hear the worlds different
Sounds
But my mind is drowning them out,
Its a slide show of
Words, memories and heartache
and all I see in it
Is the pain
The snapshots of falling tears
And lost love,
I'm trying to live in the moment
But I keep replaying the past
I'm trying to see the view through my window
But all I see is
You.

sean brown "where he had to suffer through so much pain"

i worry about my father roaming somewhere out there
his memory still strong in his old leather jacket
and his belt buckle i keep on the night stand…
i pray to who the fuck knows, hoping mostly
that i can touch him again,
embraced in one of his famous hugs
the warmest i have ever felt, his whiskers pressed
tightly against my face
i am told he was a sick man by everyone that knew him
but to me he never felt sick, he just felt warm,
like a father should
a bright sun on the cloudy days,
when you just can’t take another drop of rain
those are the days i miss him the most
and i pray the hardest that we don’t live
in a world where he had to suffer through so much pain
his entire life
spent on the roof of hell
just to be swallowed up by
the fire

rest in peace my old friend
Christopher Bridgeforth "To avoid the pain on the outside"

You were the light when the dark came in
  You were the air when I came crashing down
  To soften the blow before I hit the ground
  And broken bones tell no lies
  And broken hearts hide deep inside
  To avoid the pain on the outside
You were the rain when the fire came
  You were the sound when I couldn't hear my name
  To awaken my bones and bring me to life
  From the dead where it was oh so quiet
  And broken bones tell no lies
  And broken hearts hide deep inside
  To silence the drumming
  To silence the thunder in my veins
  I remeber that love is blind
  The love I had for you burned me alive

Richard D Remler "It didn't cause any discomfort or pain."

.................................................................­.....
There are people who seek adventure,
And I am most certainly one.
So, I glued my eyebrows together
Just to see if it could be done.

It did not require much foresight,
And was not on my schedule at all.
I had discovered some glue,
And in a moment or two
I'd rolled my eyebrows into a ball.

At first I noticed no difference.
It didn't cause any discomfort or pain.
There was a brief slouch, then a prominent ouch
That bounced off the tip of my brain.

I must have looked rather foolish,
Although there was nothing to see.
You'd have thought I had Popsicle ear lobes
With the way everybody was staring at me.

It curled the cue of my forehead.
It even wrinkled the bridge of my nose.
So, don't glue your eyebrows together.
Just take it from someone who knows.


Copyright © 2009 Richard D. Remler

Umafalti "st some appeal that's designed from the pain of us."

I want to shed my skin and shake the dust.
Not just year of the snake or sin, but also faith and love.
I want to heal from the inside out and not bother with the vain, and lust.
But I regret the trip of craving sick.
Just some appeal that's designed from the pain of us.

Zabrena La Crue "ad been fun, innocent, she did not know pain."

Once upon a time lived a lovely, fair maid
She was young and naïve and believed in the power of love.
So, when the prince came to save her,
She thought he was her soul mate, thought it was fate,
For the slipper had fit like a glove.

But what happens when the slipper no longer fits?
When the sands of time have taken their toll,
When she is a young beauty no more?
Valleys on her face and inches on her waist,
And life has left scars on her soul.

Will her prince still be there to save her?
Is she the one he will want to kiss?
When all is said and done, will he be there fighting?
Or will he give up the ghost, say, “I guess we made the most,
But our time is up, and I’m sorry, Miss.”

How quick he is to forget her sacrifices.
All those years she patiently waited,
Trapped in her own personal tower, her cage,
Never giving up hope when she was alone, but now that she’s grown,
She can’t help but think love is overrated.

How can he break every promise he made her?
He said that there was nothing on Earth could tear them apart.
She was young, what did she know of reality?
Certainly not that forever could end, that it could just be a trend.
So, stupidly, she gave him her heart.

She thought it would be safe with him.
Now it lies in pieces on the forest floor,
How will she put it back together again?
It’s mangled and marred, it’s bruised and it’s scarred
With a grief that rocks her to her very core.

She had had a life before,
Now everything inside her felt dead.
She had been fun, innocent, she did not know pain.
And she had had dreams that he ripped at the seams
All because he didn’t mean what he said.

She can remember, bitterly, what it was to be loved.
She was once the apple of his eye,
He had made her feel like his own Aphrodite.
But now he has gone, chasing after a new, younger fawn
And all her best years have just drifted by.

Once upon a time lived a broken, sad maid,
She was wise and mature and no longer believed in love.
Once, long ago, a prince had saved her.
She thought she had found her soul mate, thought it was fate.
Now it’s just a time she’s reminiscent of.

PETE "(black as pain)"

short and sweet.
bitter and fast.
i start life anew.

where are you?
i remember the drug.
her eyes.
(black as pain)

here
my lips were dry.
my hands shook
i will always be right here

love is red.
blood is pain.
tears are blue.

i want you now
my time had come
hold me close
the twice seen sunrise floated above.

Morgan Graham "Someone to be the balm that eases the pain"

My mind is high up somewhere today.
In these clouds maybe, too far for me to reach.
It leaves me dizzy, desirous...
I feel so sleepy.  
I crave sleep,
for a deep, still pool of rest,
in the arms of love.
To feel protected and safe.
I want to be guarded like a vast treasure.
Where is my knight, the one where I see my reflection in
his armor, where I see burning eyes and burning hands that
love throughout the night...
Where's someone to always be there?

And I know.
Believe me, I know.

I should look inside myself for these things,
create my own light for this
dark place inside of me.
But I don't want to become The Hermit,
and carry this flickering lantern in the dubious storm of myself,
where there's snow and sleet and
bone shattering winds, forever to wander alone.

I want to find my puzzle piece, my chemical solution.
There must be a cure to this plague of loneliness.
Someone to be the balm that eases the pain
and whispers...
"No more, no more.
You are safe here, with me."


(c) May 21, 2013

Kimber Smith "the possibility of being free from the pain but then as I slid closer to the end I"

I was almost happy once. I was on the edge of a bridge, fingertips grasping to the side when I smiled.
I smiled at the possibility of being free from the pain but then as I slid closer to the end I saw my family and felt their pain and I opened my eyes and I pulled myself up. I was almost happy once.
I looked in the mirror and told myself that it wasn't for me it was for their sake I stay because if it was for me i'd be long gone in that deep bay but for them I stay strong and I hold up my head and I pull down my sleeves. I was almost happy once. They tell you it gets better so you look to the sky and you think of the future and you kiss it goodbye not thinking of the ones who are here on the ground who are crying and wondering how they had never found all the cuts on your thighs or the drugs that you hide. I was almost happy once. I clung to that railing with tears on my cheeks as the wind whipped at my hair and took my will to speak when a person who knew me not grasped at my hand and told me "Don't you dare let go of me now, none of this is worth it come with me and you'll see." I looked in their eyes and found that the key wasn't to find the happiness in me. I was almost happy once.

I'm troubled.
Chris T "pain struggle"

Metal orbs
spheres of light
heavenly
guides do not
abandon
travelers
at any
time in their
eternal
quest
and burning
withering
away to
golden dust
carried then
by the winds
withstanding
every
pain struggle
arriving
then
by carriage
at ancient
palace gates.

2012
 
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