Poetry That Hurts Quotes & Sayings

And they can't understand, what hurts more - Missing the other person, or pretending not to. — Khadija Rupa

Waking up is not serious. It is a gentle remembering and an honoring of the present moment as the truth of life. — Leonard Jacobson

Everyone said they married their soul mate. Not only could I say that, but today, I was truly marrying my best friend"

- Bethany Marie Casse — Mia Kayla

So much of what I love about poetry lies in the vast possibilities of voice, the spectacular range of idiosyncratic flavors that can be embedded in a particular human voice reporting from the field. One beautiful axis of voice is the one that runs between vulnerability and detachment, between 'It hurts to be alive' and 'I can see a million miles from here.' A good poetic voice can do both at once. — Tony Hoagland

i knew his heart
was yours
but i wanted
to become
an alchemist
to make gold
of the pieces
i received
because
all i ever felt
was the dark side
of his leaded heart. — K.Y. Robinson

My emotions have already spilled out on a canvas; I need you my king, to rescue me from the madness! — Delano Johnson

I see the beauty in you, and the darkness. Both are brilliant. — Christina Strigas

I can't love anymore.
Except for you...
I love you so much it hurts to breathe. — Jessica Kristie

You read between the wrong lines. — Christina Strigas

Loneliness of heart
In the still of the night my heart doth cry out, who can hear it for time is far spent. In the darkness in the shadow of the depth I find isolation and fear ... — M.I. Ghostwriter

When you're hard and unyielding your words score me with lines - I hate lines - I want curves - curves are happy like a snowman ... — John Geddes

You know what I do? I listen to other people, stumbling about with their half thoughts and half sentences and their clumsy feelings that they can't express, and it hurts me. So I go home and burnish it and polish it and weld it to a rhythmic frame, make the dull colors gleam, mute the garish artificiality to pastels, so it doesn't hurt any more: that's my poem. I know what they want to say, and I say it for them. — Samuel R. Delany

Josh Duhamel is somebody you can't take your eyes off of, and same with T.R. Knight. It's a car that you want to run up to 100 mph, right away. — Bridget Carpenter

I love you in my very own way.
Like a stone loves the mosses around it
Like a sea loves the pebbles in it
Like a coincidence ...
Taking you as the way you are,
With all the bruises, scars and broken parts all around you and your heart.
I love you in my very own way
By throwing the stone, the mosses, the sea and the pebbles to your head
Like i want to kill you.
Just because of envying the love
That my heart spend on you. — Arzum Uzun

Sometimes I open a book that's so beautiful I have to shut it because it hurts me. I can't stand it. It's like, Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! This is going to drive me into my own heart. A day or two days later I'm saying, All right, and I just surrender to it: Do it to me. Go ahead. I want it. I don't want it. I want it. I don't want it. — Marie Howe

I do not say there were no hurts. / I say they mattered less than love. — Jane Merchant

When Darkness surrounds you, look for the stars. When Jealousy whispers, kill it with laughter. When Hate hurts you, love with all your strength. — M.J. Abraham

Don't go woman on me and tell me you don't need a man to complete you. It's bullshit. Woman looks like you, goddamn waste. But a woman who has the love you got to give, that's not a waste. That's a crying shame. — Kristen Ashley

everything i know about love
is that it hurts
and is almost always never returned
the way you want it to.

but i have hope
because i do not know everything. — AVA.

Why, if 'tis dancing you would be, There's brisker pipes than poetry. Say, for what were hop-yards meant, Or why was Burton built on Trent? Oh many a peer of England brews Livelier liquor than the Muse, And malt does more than Milton can To justify God's ways to man. Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink For fellows whom it hurts to think: Look into the pewter pot To see the world as the world's not. — A.E. Housman

You're going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater. — Joss Whedon

tears swell
in the wells
of my eyes.
love is a
constant
side effect
of mine. — K.Y. Robinson

I have fallen,
for your words.
They are like,
a gossamer cobweb,
I have been,
embroiled,
decoyed,
snared into!
Incapacitated.
I fail to escape.
I fail to liberate.
Your words,
didn't redeem,
made me a,
captive instead. — Jasleen Kaur Gumber

i don't know why
i split myself open
for others knowing
sewing myself up
hurts this much
afterwards — Rupi Kaur

And all the hurts and scars / Of everyday were healed, and I would sleep / Safe with the good-night memory of stars. — Jane Merchant

Love- if not reciprocated, comes with an expiry date, no matter how strongly we beg to differ. — Manish Pathania

That night, stargazing on the deck with Dad, eyes on the sky, he pointed out Orion, Betelgeuse. "It's an art to read the stars, baby."
I never wanted to leave his side-my sure song for so long. Now? His eyes are stone changed. Just looking at them hurts my heart. — Norma Fox Mazer