#pain poems on Hello Poetry

eliana Jun 26

In the quiet of my room  shadows creep
A heavy heart  a soul that weeps.
Time ticks slowly like a fading light
Each breath a burden  each thought a fight.
The mirror shows a face I barely know
A reflection of pain  a heart full of woe.
Whispers of darkness fill the air
A lonely echo  a deep despair.
The memories linger  like ghosts in my mind
Happy moments lost  so hard to find.
Friends and laughter  now distant and pale
In this heavy silence  I feel so frail.
I write my goodbyes on a crumpled page
Words spill like tears  a heart in a cage.
I long for peace  for a way to escape
But fear grips my heart  a tight  aching shape.
The stars outside seem to dim and fade
A world without me  a choice I’ve made.
But deep down inside  a flicker remains
A whisper of hope  amidst all the pains.
I think of the love that I might leave behind
The faces that cared  the ties that bind.
But the darkness is loud  it drowns out the light
And I’m lost in a tunnel  no end in sight.
I remember the laughter  the warmth of a hug
But shadows are heavy  and the world feels so snug.
I wish I could see the beauty out there
But my heart feels so tired  too weary to care.
In these final hours  I search for a sign
A glimmer of hope  a reason to pine.
Yet silence surrounds me  a blanket so cold
I long for a story that’s yet to be told.
So here I stand  at the edge of the night
With a heart full of sorrow  and dimming light.
But if someone hears this  if someone can see
Know that you matter  and you’re not just like me.
Though my journey is ending  yours has just begun
Hold on to your dreams  face the rising sun.
For life can be heavy  but love can be found
Seek it in shadows  let hope be your sound.

#suicide #death #final #hours #pain #relapsed

salma Jun 26

What a waste

Wasting time, thinking you do the same
Eating the crumps of the unfinished feelings you gave
Am I even a piece of your life to complain?
Or just a place you vent to dump all your shame?

I do know that to you, I was just a name
Searched for me only to lock me in your lonely cave
And after all that, you'd still think you're brave
But you'll always stay the same
Nothingness, a cracking soul that's lame

#love #pain #poem #shame

Soul Jun 25

Ode to an Old Turtle

Born from an
egg hatched
in the midst of
the Sea Gulfs'
territory;
As your brothers
faded into the
dusk, you
slipped away.
As the moon
poured its rays
to the seas,
stars danced
upon your
shell.
As you sought
for pearls
of love
beneath the
coral reefs,
your fragile
bones grew
robust.—
Into the deep
blue seas you
travelled.
With a life
so long,
haven't you ever
felt, your bones
numb?

Be Optimistic! Life is long...

#life #pain #love #death

Soul Jun 25

Ode to a Yew Tree

Nestled in your bones,
Ravens cloaked in black;
Murmurs, whispers, cackles—
soaring into the good night
by the Grey mist.
Clothes all torn; Worn;
tightened with spider webs.
Holding my grip by
my wrinkled bare hands—
Your gnarled roots all wet!
Soaked; Below my slippers
in the midst of silence,
as my shadow trips
on to your solemn face.
Did you know?
Did you know that
I held you in my
soft, young palms
seventy years ago?
I thank you,
my precious dear ally,
for keeping my wilted
dead red rose warm,
as my heart broke apart.
Now it's time.
For you shall engulf
my stone dome grave
with your gentle heart.
For I shall close my eyes
with my final breath.
Before I ask you;
Entomb it for me,
will you?

Death cannot stop Love!

#love #death #pain #sob #end

Soul Jun 25

Ode to an Equation

(To the one that was never solved)

Sitting on a page,
on my square-ruled book,
with a solemn face,
you stare at me
with your pleading
eyes,
like a
caged bird.
My brain whelms
in pain, eyes shed
their tears;
My hand surges
up and down.
But you were
never mended.
Your two arms
beside your
two-stripped shoulders
were never the same.
One scrunched;
Other stunted.
Will you ever
fill my lonely
spaces?

Have you ever felt the pain of trying to fix something that is out of your reach? Have you ever thought of why is so?

#pain #love #fixing #pleading

Sarayu Jun 25

The bloom after the burn

Childhood
The first breath of life.
A memory stitched into every soul.

For some, it is filled with laughter and dreams,
For others, a daily search for food.
Some chase education with shining eyes,
While others fight silent battles just to stay alive.

One day, I looked up at the sky and asked,
"If the beginning itself is so heavy,
how are we supposed to survive the rest?"

Life smiled gently and whispered:
"The beginning is always hard.
But remember, we are all blessed with two childhoods—
One at the start of life,
And one near its end.

The first is not ours to choose,
But the second... the second is a gift we shape ourselves.

The more weight you carry now,
The lighter your soul will be later.
The more you burn in struggles today,
The brighter you will shine tomorrow.
The more you break early on,
The stronger and sharper you will stand in the end.

Pain is not the end of your story;
It is the beginning of your masterpiece."

Hearing this,
I wiped my silent tears.
I no longer asked why.
I began to work quietly,
Planting seeds of hope,
Watering them with patience.

I chose to shape my second childhood
Not with fear, not with regret,
But with dreams larger than my fears,
And with a heart ready to bloom.

Because in the end,
It is not how life begins that defines us,
But how we choose to finish
With peace, pride, and a story worth remembering

#childhood #hope #pain #life

Tuyet Anh Jun 25

Not With Hands

He taught me how to wield
the weapon made of words—
a blade that kills,
now saving lives,
like it once saved mine.

My own work
pulled me back from the edge.
And in it,
he lives—
my teacher,
the man behind the lines.

Words—
once carved deep in the mind—
outlive the flesh,
outlast the hands
that once shaped them.

His words stopped me
from falling
to the hundred voices
that came to ****.
They caught my train
just in time
as I stood on tracks
with no will to run.

He never held me,
never came near.
But light can shine
without a hand,
and grace can guide
a demon back
from its final breath.

He never said : “Stay.”
He never said : “Don’t die.”
He simply lived
in such a way
that I believed—
perhaps, this world
can be heaven
for someone.

And that was enough
to make me see
the hell I’d made
and the rat I’d been,
crawling through tunnels
thinking no one
ever looked down
with love.

From The Desk Where Mr. C Sat

#pain #hope #teacher #lesson #hands #death #touch

Marisa Lu Makil Jun 24

Muffled, Muted, Muzzled,

I got in trouble so much as a kid
For screaming or yelling at my parents
Siblings
Or anyone else
And it took me 27 years to no longer feel like a wretch for that,
But it finally hit me today:
Why does anyone shout?
They're trying to be heard.
And I shouldn't have had to be so loud
Just for someone to listen.
It's not my fault that I had to scream so loudly
In order for someone to hear me.

Oh how badly I want to go back to the younger me and tell her that I'm sorry that no one ever heard her. I want to tell her that my folks and siblings didn't hear her, but I am finally listening and I'm going to help her now, and we're going to be okay. Everything's going to be okay.

#pain #hurt #anger #rage #angerissues #deepseatedpain #justlisten #hearme

Kushal Jun 24

At War With The Universe

My heart beats...
Racing against my body.
Skin set ablaze,
I find myself burning.

Every word from my lips,
Wrapped in petals to cushion a fall.
The eye darts for detail,
With a fear of something unseen.
And every sound past my ears,
Quickens and loudens the thud in my chest.

Eternity in every moment,
And yet not enough time to find peace.

#anxiety #insecurity #life #sad #searching #pain #self