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Topic: pain/suffering
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eatbooks Knowflake Posts: 329 From: Registered: Dec 2006
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posted December 03, 2006 02:47 AM
anyone have a good poem on pain/suffering?IP: Logged |
lotusheartone Knowflake Posts: 8678 From: piopolis, quebec canada Registered: Jul 2005
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posted December 03, 2006 02:53 AM
Scroll down to For Yellow Wax and the Ants POem forumand read our tormented souls..hehe Welcome! Sorry I can't think of one off hand, I am wearing rosy colored glasses. ... IP: Logged |
sue g Knowflake Posts: 8166 From: former land of the leprechaun Registered: Sep 2004
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posted December 03, 2006 06:12 AM
here are some! http://www.poetseers.org/themes/poems_about_suffering IP: Logged |
sthenri Moderator Posts: 4394 From: Generic New England City Registered: May 2003
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posted December 03, 2006 09:38 AM
Emily DickinsonMANUSCRI PT: About summer 1862, in Fascicle 16 (H 53) I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading - treading - till it seemed That Sense was breaking through - And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum - Kept beating - beating - till I thought My mind was going numb - And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of Lead, again, Then Space - began to toll, As all the Heavens were a Bell, And Being, but an Ear, And I, and Silence, some strange Race Wrecked, solitary, here - And then a Plank in Reason, broke, And I dropped down, and down - And hit a World, at every plunge, And Finished knowing - then -
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hippichick Knowflake Posts: 954 From: The Ether Registered: Jan 2006
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posted December 03, 2006 11:30 AM
"The ***** She called to me again last eve, I heard her beckon to my soul. I saw her claw like fingers twisted like Halloween branches pointing at me. I gasped for air, I cried out for help, no one came, no one could hear my muffeled cries over the shreeking moans of the hideous siren. The banshee, O, how she swooped down and tried to take me into her ghastly robe of black. For a moment in time, seemed like hours to me, an infinity to her I am sure, I was caught in the tangled mane of hair that became one with the torn robes she wore. I was suffocating, the air was dank and smelled of death....
I awoke and she had gone. As I looked about my room, I caught a glimpse of her. She was watching me, from afar, to be sure, but still there, waiting for her next opportunity, the next time she will try to steal my soul again. As the day progresses, she is almost gone. I can still smell a bit of the dank hellish odor now and then, catch sight of the tangled mess of hair, but I have won again. Once again I have crawled out of the abyss." ........Not a poem perse' but poetic nonthelsss........ IP: Logged |
FirstSight Knowflake Posts: 7 From: San Francisco, CA Registered: Oct 2006
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posted January 06, 2007 02:09 AM
Hey eatbooks,Here ya go... a special one for you such an evolved soul that you are: Die, mother ****** die I want to see you cry And then I'll watch you die I want to hurt you, torture and desert you Take a hot poker and stick it where the Sun don't shine..then watch you die Cause I, I'm having a bad day So get out of my way Or you will pay and you'll pay with your Life I, I'm having a bad day So what else can I say I just wanna kill and be killed just the Same Cause my day sucks ass Die, mother ****** die I'll burn out both your eyes And fill the sockets full of lye I'll carve out your skull and turn into a Bowl that I'll eat cereal with while I Watch the Flinstones And I, I'll do it with a smile Cause I, I'm having a bad day So get out of my way Or you will pay and you'll pay with your Life I, I'm having a bad day So what else can I say I just want to kill and be killed just the Same Cause my day sucks ass I don't want to work I don't want to pay bills And I don't want to grow old And I don't want to be poor I don't want to drive in traffic I don't want to deal with dating I don't want to stand in line I don't want to pay any taxes Die, mother ****** die Why won't you just die? And get out of my life I want to move to some deserted desert island where I will live up coconuts and everything will be fine all of the time Cause I, I'm having a bad day So get out of my way Of you will pay and you will pay with your life I, I'm having a bad day So what else can I say I just want to kill and be killed just the same Cause my day sucks ass IP: Logged |
eatbooks Knowflake Posts: 329 From: Registered: Dec 2006
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posted January 06, 2007 02:10 AM
um yeah youre bright, a lil too defensive, you think? the truth svcks.IP: Logged |
lovely* Knowflake Posts: 1998 From: CA Registered: Jul 2003
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posted January 06, 2007 02:55 AM
the topic is pain/sufferingfirstsight, welcome back! eminem or snoop? IP: Logged |
intothelight Knowflake Posts: 47 From: Ireland Registered: Jul 2006
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posted January 06, 2007 06:01 AM
Forgive me if you were looking for professional poems, I wrote this but did not finish it.Heart of stone, made bitter by pain, Self-inflicted hate, dripping acid rain. Never blamed yourself, what you inflicted on us, Putrid flames of disease dripping pus. Self-pity, your mantra, you used for years, Launching poisoned darts that caused our tears. Never happy in love, never happy with life, constant sighs of discontentment by you were rife. Abuse you doled out freely, happiness you locked away, Yet each cycle of your crap, ensured that we stay. What caused your misery, your failure to love, Thats it, never finished it.
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cajunwolf77 Knowflake Posts: 4 From: tampa Registered: Jan 2007
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posted January 18, 2007 10:54 PM
He promised me forever, forever went away he promised hed never leave that hed stay. He said hed never make me cry boy was that a lie. I held my head in my hands as tears poured down my face. Instead of I love you he has a smirk on his face. He said he loved to see me cry to prove how much I loved him. But he never cried or loved me. I punished myself for 3 years he controlled me even now its hard to break free. He made me half the woman I used to be.Even in my dreams he still haunts me blaming me trying to hurt me. Any new man who comes into my life I feel so bad because I am mean to them how can I start a new life. I cry myself to sleep over my mistake of loving a man and my soul he did take. I write this for women who have been through it although we feel were being ripped apart its ok to hold our head high.And although I wanted to give up on life something inside of me chose to fight.IP: Logged | |