Self-hurt Poems

Self-hurt poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of self-hurt poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on self-hurt are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

The Twist, She Is Me.

The Twist, She Is Me. long poem

As she looks back it’s been, the same situation but a different cause. Sitting in her room, in the corner with a knife. She knew it was so wrong, but it felt so right…. The next thing she is watching

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Shaken Skies

Shaken Skies short poem

It was a grizzly sky indeed So dull and drab The Kind, that reminds you of a Middle aged mistress, deeply in despair Puffing up a ballooned pout. Who is casting ash over Our azureous canopy? From where does this

Light

Light short poem

There’s a light in my garden, a light in the night. Giving light all around to make everything bright. I peacefully sit out there when evening is here, and wait for my gecko’s who come and play with much flair.

‘Gandhism’- A tribute to Mahatma !

Gandhism  A tribute to Mahatma ! short poem

‘GANDHISM’ – an eternal truth of divinity, Found in all human individuality ! Struggle is to ‘Experiment’ & find in yourselves, It is not hiding anywhere else ! Empathy for the last one, Is the ‘talisman’ for the ‘Sarva-jan’ !

The man who drew dreams with his ebony cane

The man who drew dreams with his ebony cane long poem

The day seemed to start in an old fashioned way With arguments, laughter and children at play, The only thing different and wholly unplanned Was the man on the beach who drew dreams in the sand, He looked different some

The Hearth Of My Heart

The Hearth Of My Heart elegy

I saw the coffin of my daughter leave, Ashen faced and pale darkened lips, Her heart was dead and body cold, Listless she moved out of my threshold to horizons unseen. Turn back she would not, nor weep her doe

Brightest Of The Sun

Brightest Of The Sun short poem

let it be yourself, the brightest of the sunshine that will become, survive, fair to friends and foes, the one and all,sharing the same world. in time of the disaster, the mind for good and the assistance, the nobility of

Journey To Another Landscape

Journey To Another Landscape long poem

I was left behind in the real world With all its possible embodiments The ends of which are purely ideological And only relevant when necessary Even so, being has its comforts Namely that I live within my skin A personified

My Beloved

My Beloved long poem

She is dearly true to me She has never betrayed me. Keeps me always in her arms Ensnared I am by her charms. Whenever I am sad or downcast Loses no time to embrace me fast. Calms me down by

Draw Close Together

Draw Close Together short poem

Draw close together despite all that’s wrong Draw close together sing Jesus a song Draw close together be united in love Connected together by our Father above When we draw close together the enemy flees That is how father planned

Multiple Facets

Multiple Facets short poem

A holed balloon cannot hold air, A cracked pot can never contain water, But I dont know how, I’m amazed and wow, A broken heart can contain and hold love, Is it something against the natural physics ? Or is

Good Morning

Good Morning short poem

As the sun beats down on another glorious day, the blackbirds are singing in their sweet little way. The world is still and my mind is at peace, how I pray for this stillness as it offers such release. The

What’s Poetry To Me?

Whats Poetry To Me? short poem

What’s poetry to me Within myself I need to see It’s a flow of words Like the tweet of birds It’s a way to express Something you don’t want to suppress It’s a personal affair Revealed to the world in

An Ode For Humanity

An Ode For Humanity short poem

A marble, jostling among the congregation says: I am not so obsolete But am impelled to be desolate For, the ultimate cause of humanity Perished in its serendipity. Defiance and vengeance and malevolence Thrived in conquering this vicinity But humanity-succumbed

Tick Tock, Ye Temporary (this Too Shall Pass)

Tick Tock, Ye Temporary (this Too Shall Pass) short poem

Where were you When your future became the present? Where are you now? How do you feel? Where will you go When your present ticks into the future? Where will you go When your present tocks into your past? And

Her

Her short poem

Crazy But so protecting Spiteful But so caring Sad but incredibly strong Hurt but healing Afraid But willing So peaceful but yet graceful You are my remedy my hope My why when I can’t She is me but now and

Second Fiddle

Second Fiddle prose poem

I once knew a teacher who occasionally used the word ‘fiddle’. If perhaps he deemed something untrue or irrelevant; Or if annoyed by students or otherwise disagreeable; he would simply say, “fiddle sticks”. In the instrumental world of music, a

The Singapore-Schooled Child

The Singapore Schooled Child short poem

The Singapore-schooled child Is bonsai-born to perfection; His hair doesn’t grow wild; His mind has no inflection. He is just the rare inquiline His islanded government ordered For in his rinsed head is recorded A rhyme: toe the line or

Happiness Is Just Yours

Happiness Is Just Yours short poem

Happiness? It’s so sought, so wanted and craved, but it seems so strange, unreachable, so unknown. When you caress someone, your fingerprints don’t remain on the skin of the other- happiness is like fingerprints! Lips burning over the lips of

Scrap

Scrap short poem

A silent whisper, I continue to be. A shadow missed, on the deserted street. A speck of dust, that nobody sees. In ancient trunks, and cobwebbed locks. I lie inside, a forgotten sigh. Through dirty nights, and foreseen dawns. I’m

An Ode The The Divine!

An Ode The The Divine! short poem

You curled, cruised, kicked and got her crazy She enjoyed a cocktail of emotions and images all so fuzzy You slumbered after all wailing and weep She comforted you all night trading her sleep You talked miles and miles She

Turns Of The Wheel

Turns Of The Wheel short poem

Corrupt hierarchal systems Of laws and regulations False are all their items False are their celebrations False is the belief Of every thief Can you own mother earth? Can you extinct the birth Of species everywhere? Polluting the air Still

We Were There

We Were There short poem

We were there, when the whistling of rifles blew And the hats of the old man into the sky they flew The cries were so awful Like the sting of a bee it was painful Yet they called for a

For my Valentine

For my Valentine prose poem

Would you wash the dishes always, like you promised? Would you pamper me silly? Would you embarrass me with an off-tune karaoke dedication? Would you get drunk on a Monday night and proclaim your love for me over SMS, sitting

Margherita

Margherita short poem

Leaves will grow out your chopped skin; Petals that peel off from that cut in between your legs, whispering fragrances through those shattered lips – Those bones knocking at the edges of your transparent envelope. Bird eyes, tainted livid –

Dead Letters!

Dead Letters! long poem

*A dead letter is a letter that has never been delivered because the person to whom it was written cannot be found, and it also cannot be returned to the person who wrote it.* Dim the lights, for in darkness

Simplify

Simplify prose poem

Some say less is really more, or is it more is really less. I believe both to be true. The future screams towards us faster every day. The pace and complexity of life quickens. Technology more pervasive. The human psyche

Curious Eyes

Curious Eyes short poem

Some words unspoken, Some unheard, Some are golden, lushful like in heart! Sweet smiles speak with shower of eyes, Till none knows what they hide. Magical stories, The truth untold, Loved glories, nothing bought or sold! Many words appear, and

I’ve Danced On Many Worlds, And Will On Many More.

Ive Danced On Many Worlds, And Will On Many More. prose poem

I’ve danced on many worlds, and will on many more. Each have proven unique, with many lessons to learn. I’ve traveled far but have farther still to go. The road is long and tiresome, with many falling and failing to

Why…

Why... short poem

Why the heartburn, why the despondency why the delusional self, why the desperateness why the flutter of heart, why the breathlessness why the agony of loss, why the desolation why the wild flight of imagination why the unfulfilled dreams why

Apathy

Apathy long poem

The dry leaves cover the ground, soon the snow will fall , In the Winter of my life, I know I am there, Everything is so bleak, but I just don’t care. People killing others, for no reason at all,

Incorporated

Incorporated short poem

Helter skelter in vain he tries. The guilt, the angst he ever denies. A chimp in a suit will he realize? Lost and jaded any surprise?

Not Poetical

Not Poetical short poem

Being not poetical, how pitiful it is, Sometimes I sit somewhere and watch the Slew of mass flowing over dusty street And a strange thought dawns in my mind How poetical these rushing souls actually are? Perhaps I know these

Broken

Broken short poem

Broken from the inside out Pieces of my heart run through my veins Hurt and disappointment have broken my heart. I try to fit the pieces back together, as they no longer fit. I hide the hurt with a fake

Bold Admissions

Bold Admissions prose poem

– Rise sun, oh, brightest star of them all. Take pity on the weary, for your power, intense heat and consistancy, can be exhausting; bringing high climaxes, and sweat upon one’s brow and often times showing no mercy. – Cast

A Female’s Agony

A Females Agony short poem

When she entered the temple of a man, She was seduced by his dark heart.. Well, only thing she could do is stand, And see her feelings fall apart. She is the pride of our homes, But her femininity was

To Her

To Her long poem

To her I loved a girl but, I guess, I was afraid to spill it out. Like a hot cake on sale She was up for grabs Physically not so stout, I bet I wasn’t her type A, little icing

Let Your Love Come Alive

Let Your Love Come Alive long poem

Well I just don’t understand people these days Always in a hurry, kind less and rude for One reason or another, I’m not saying I’m Perfect by no means but I try to treat people The way I’d want them

Positivity

Positivity short poem

People often complain that I have more of a negative streak in me I decided to try a positive streak I laughed on seeing the dead I smiled on seeing an injured I was upbeat on somebody’s trauma I was

Intended Void

Intended Void short poem

Self imposed sabbatical is nearly coming to end Time stood as witness all along as true friend Trials it has withstood tribulations too of sort Few were as expected some awfully fell short It needs introspecting to re jig and