Im lookin for a good poem about someone who hurt someone feelings?

Answer 1

Perversity

What is this thing you blatantly speak of
This cruelty you wish to call honesty
You say it is the truth, without a doubt
I think it's a need for perversity

You speak of me as if time has stood still
Pushed me into a mold of your making
Made a list of things you say I've done wrong
Then tell me I'm the one who needs waking

Having never learned to fight or play fair
You always go for the throat without thought
You lack control over the depth you go
And feel no remorse for the pain you've brought

You tell yourself it's just the way you are
As if there were no way for you to change
You turn things around, put the blame on me
And shout it's me who should be rearranged

You cut or bite without any warning
Then twist and turn words to suite your own need
I'd understand this from an outsider
Instead of you always wanting to hurt me

Susan Palmer-Davis

Copyright ©2005

All Rights Reserved

Don't know if that is the kind of thing you are looking for, I have others...just need to know what kind of hurt.

Answer 2

I don't know about a "good" poem, but there was a pretty awful song back in the Seventies about that, that starts

"Shot through the heart, and you're to blame. You give Love a bad name."

Man. No wonder kids think my generation was lame.

Answer 3

I wish I could find it for you.. a haiku written by a woman who survived Hiroshima

Something like this, but much more beautiful ( this is complete plagiarism) perhaps some one will know the true haiku and who wrote the original..

you bombed my nice house
there is a hole in my roof
A better view of the moon

Answer 4

F A M I L Y

I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.


He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't watching for you."


We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said goodbye.


But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.


Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.


When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.


He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.


While I lay awake in bed,
God's still small voice came to me and said,


"While dealing with a stranger,
common courtesy you use,
but the family you love, you seem to abuse.


Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers there by the door.


Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.


He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."


By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.


I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.


"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.


I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."


I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.
I love you anyway."


I said, "Son, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."


FAMILY

Do you know what the word FAMILY means?
FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU

Answer 5

my life's better now
and i want you to know how
you hated me from birth
you teated me lke dirt
when you have a boy
your meant to jump for joy
you put me over your knee
more times than you hugged me

there you go i can writ poems for every feelings


and im only 14

Answer 6

the words you said me,
took out my heart with knives.
i hear them still in my ears,
drowning out my sobs and cries.

did i really deseve all that?
just when i thought i loved you.
trust is always hard to give,
as the world is always so cruel.

not one apology has been said,
as my soul is tormented in grief.
the words etched in my brain,
i no longer have any belief.

i just made this up. hope this helps!

xx

Answer 7

check into poem's by Sylvia Plath

Answer 8

try writing one others are trying theres going to be loadsssss put up soon

Answer 9

Roses are red, violets are blue, the s**t on my roof reminds me of you.

Answer 10

How About This

sorry
sorry
sorry
charlie