Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+

Custom Search


Welcome !	Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link	02-June 10:13:13 AEST

Menu

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Submit Poetry

· Least Read Poems

· Members Listing

· Old Site Post 2001

· Old Site Pre 2001

· Poetry Archive

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

· Stories (NEW ! )

· Submit Story

· Story Topics

· Stories Archive

· Story Search

Community

· Our Poetry Forums

· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Members Journals

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

· Special Section

· Premium Poems

· Premium Submit

· Premium Search

· Premium Archive

· Premium Topics

Fun & Games

· Jokes

· Bubble Puzzle

· Cross Word Easy

· Word Hunt

Reference

· Dictionary (Rhyming)

· Site Updates

· Special Content

Search

Top

Help This Site

· Donations

Others

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

Array ( [sid] => 159208 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Pain [time] => 2010-04-24 23:57:19 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Pain

I exist in metaphoric darkness.
I shy away from the light, the starkness, the reality;
So much pain, loss, confusion.
My mind is a maelstrom of negativity.
It is safe here, in the blackness,
Curled up in foetal protection,
I hug myself; convince myself that I am protected.

I dare not look within myself.
It is to throw open the very gates of hell
And sear ones eyes on the sadness and misery within.
I lost my heart when she was taken from me
And my soul made pitch-black with the poison of her absence.
So I remain here in the gloom trying not to think,
Because to think is to remember, letting in the light and the pain.

Alistair Muir
25/04/2010

[comments] => 2 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 48 [informant] => aliopterix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )

Pain

Contributed by aliopterix on Saturday, 24th April 2010 @ 11:57:19 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

Pain

I exist in metaphoric darkness.
I shy away from the light, the starkness, the reality;
So much pain, loss, confusion.
My mind is a maelstrom of negativity.
It is safe here, in the blackness,
Curled up in foetal protection,
I hug myself; convince myself that I am protected.

I dare not look within myself.
It is to throw open the very gates of hell
And sear ones eyes on the sadness and misery within.
I lost my heart when she was taken from me
And my soul made pitch-black with the poison of her absence.
So I remain here in the gloom trying not to think,
Because to think is to remember, letting in the light and the pain.

Alistair Muir
25/04/2010

Copyright © aliopterix ... [ 2010-04-24 23:57:19]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

Re: Pain (User Rating: 1 )
by Chamaron on Sunday, 25th April 2010 @ 01:46:53 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

How strange it is to curl up in mock self-protection, when really it's just an attempt to lock the doors of our own personal hell so it doesn't leak onto anyone else.

I hope you let the light in one day and see the makers of those shadows were just some funny-looking lampshades (if you catch my drift...).

It's a sickness to think your sickness is inside and to lock yourself down because of it. Time to air out the attic, perhaps. Maybe it won't "sear one's eyes". This poem sure didn't, on the contrary. Short but telling.

Re: Pain (User Rating: 1 )
by LyssaM on Sunday, 25th April 2010 @ 07:46:53 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

To write this you must have been going through extreme pain but, it made for a great write. I enjoyed reading this poem very much.

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com