Poems That Grip The Heart

Published: October 15, 2020

Relatable Poems That Will Make You Feel Understood

14 Relatable Poems That Will Make You Feel Understood

Many people feel alone in hard times, and these poems will grip your heart and make you feel like someone has heard your cries.

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    I wrote this poem while crying at night and unable to go to sleep. Simply writing down my feelings calmed me. I was angry at myself for being so shy that I had isolated myself from those who loved me. I felt isolated, alone, and invisible. I didn't feel like anyone understood who I really was. I felt hurt because no one really took the time to get to know me. The ones who preached friendship to me ignored me... even on my birthday. Thank God, He is my comforter. And I had His Word that night.

    Can Anybody Hear Me?

    Poem About The Hurt Of Being Isolated And Alone

    in Alone Poems by Teens

    I want someone to hold me,
    But I'm the only one here.
    I want someone to listen to me,
    But I'm the only ear.

    Can anybody hear me?
    Does anybody care?
    Does anybody even know
    I'm dealing with despair?

    There are voices in my mind
    Saying I should die.
    Will anybody even tell me
    They're only just a lie?

    Does anybody love me?
    Would they shed a tear?
    Would anybody even care
    If I were to disappear?

    The ones who preach friendship
    Have left me all alone.
    The ones who are not here
    Promised not to let me go.

    Can anybody see me?
    Does anybody care?
    Does anybody even know
    The burden that I bear?

    I've built up this wall
    To hide who I am,
    And now that I need help,
    I'm alone behind it all.

    Can you see the real me?
    Will you even try?
    Can you even tell I need
    A break in the wall tonight?

    I'm crying all alone,
    Not sure what to do.
    Please just let me know
    That at least I still have you.

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    I've been the same way, but you are never alone. God is there for you, Your friends and family care, even if they don't know the best way to show it. People are there to help you; you just...

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    I have been through hard times, I've struggled like everyone else to find contentment, peace, and an understanding of what life is really about. I believe age has everything to do with finally knowing what life is really about, which is who we are and not what we have.

    The True Meaning Of Life

    What's Important In Life

    in Meaningful Poems

    The years have passed by
    In the blink of an eye,
    Moments of sadness
    And joy have flown by.

    People I loved
    Have come and have gone,
    But the world never stopped,
    And we all carried on.

    Life wasn't easy,
    And the struggles were there,
    Filled with times that it mattered,
    Times I just didn't care.

    I stood on my own,
    And I still found my way,
    Through some nights filled with tears,
    And the dawn of new days.

    And now with old age,
    It's become very clear;
    Things I once found important
    Were not why I was here.

    And how many things
    That I managed to buy
    Were never what made me
    Feel better inside.

    And the worries and fears
    That plagued me each day,
    In the end of it all,
    Would just fade away.

    But how much I reached out
    To others when needed,
    Would be the true measure
    Of how I succeeded.

    And how much I shared
    Of my soul and my heart
    Would ultimately be
    What set me apart.

    And what's really important,
    Is my opinion of me,
    And whether or not
    I'm the best I can be.

    And how much more kindness
    And love I can show
    Before the Lord tells me
    It's my time to go.

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    I couldn't have said it any better than Patricia Fleming. This is exactly how I feel. I've gone that route where I would buy things in the hope that I would feel better, however, it never...

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    Being left by our love is painful, but what is more painful? Leaving your love knowingly and seeing him fight for you. That's the most painful.
    She knows it's her mistake. She knows she is giving him pain. She knows she can change it all but still can't and won't. She knows how empty she is without him. She loves him, but she can't express it. She has no one to express it to but her diary...

    Nobody Knows

    The Pain Of Leaving Someone You Love

    in Hurting Poems

    Nobody knows it's empty,
    The smile that I wear.
    The real one is left behind in the past
    Because I left you there...

    Nobody knows I am crying.
    They won't even see my tears.
    When they think I am laughing,
    I wish you were here...

    Nobody knows it's painful.
    They think that I am strong.
    They say it won't kill me,
    But I wonder if they are wrong...

    Nobody knows I miss you.
    They think I am all set free,
    But I feel like I am bound with chains,
    Trapped in the mystery...

    Nobody knows I need you.
    They think I can do it on my own,
    But they don't know I am crying
    When I am all alone...

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    My girls left me for their dad and his wife. They felt they had to or they’d lose him. Kids are resilient? They just push it all down. It still wounds them. Who would think it would only...

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    She is/was my first love. We have recently separated after a 7 year relationship. I still love this girl more now than I did when we first met. She is the most kind, loving, and thoughtful person in the world, and I wanted to share with everyone what she means to me. I'm hoping by sending this poem to her she can just understand what she means to me and how much I love her.

    My Everything

    • By Dean Coombes
    • Published: February 2013
    How Much I Love You

    in I Miss You Poems

    You're my love, my life,
    The air that I breathe.
    You're my soul, my happiness,
    The all that I need.

    You're my light, my dark,
    The stars in the sky.
    You're my ups, my downs,
    The reason I try.

    You're my strength, my weakness,
    The love from the start.
    You're my heartache, my pain,
    The beat of my heart

    You're my tears, my joy,
    The love that you bring.
    You're my world, my galaxy,
    You're my everything.

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    This poem is sort of about me and my demons, although I've never actually gone to a bridge to jump off it. I find comfort in writing about how I feel because generally it helps people to understand how I feel as well. It's hard to show people how we feel, so I choose to express myself through art, music and writing. I hope you enjoy my poem as much as I did writing it. Stay strong.

    Demons Of Darkness

    • By Olivia B
    • Published: September 2015
    Poem About Demons Inside

    in Depression Poems

    She stood on the bridge
    In silence and fear,
    For the demons of darkness
    Had driven her here.

    They cut her heart
    Right out of her chest,
    Making her believe
    That the demons knew best.

    They were always there,
    Sometimes just out of sight,
    Waiting in the background
    Till the time was right.

    These demons were destructive,
    Knocking down the life she knew,
    Hating everything about her;
    She hated herself, too.

    These demons can't be seen,
    But they're far from fairy tales.
    They live inside your mind;
    Their evilness prevails.

    So on the bridge she stood,
    About to end the fight.
    Then she stopped and thought
    I'll fight them one more night.

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    This is such an inspiring poem. I am a seventh grader with depression and it is because of my loving boyfriend that I am still alive. Please, anyone who is depressed, know that there is...

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    Hey guys, as a poet I like going by Shattered Mirror, my pen name. This poem is the reflection of the battles I have in my mind against self-hate and the temptation of suicide. I used to cut, and many times I almost ended it. I still struggle with self-hate and suicidal thoughts. Poetry has been the best outlet I've ever found in the arts.

    In my poem, "this song" is what I call my best friend. It comes from This Song Saved My Life by Simple Plan, which is a special song between him and I.

    Wretched Monster

    • By Shattered Mirror
    • Published: September 2017
    Self-Hate And Suicidal Thoughts

    in STOP Teen Suicide Poems

    What should I say, how should I feel?
    Wretched Monster, tell me what's real.
    Can you not see you're causing problems?
    No matter what you do, you can't solve them.

    I stare into your eyes; you stare back at me.
    I hate you and love you; I want to be free.
    You hold me captive, Wretched Monster, why?
    I tear up, but you tell me not to cry.

    Wretched Monster, you say I'm nothing.
    You leave me in the dark, screaming and cussing.
    You beat me down every day without fail,
    But I just turn my pain into a tale.

    Just turn it into art; that'll fix things.
    Wretched Monster, I'm a puppet on strings.
    I know you hate me, but I know you're always there.
    I look into the mirror and I know that you care.

    I want to escape you, but I know what that means.
    I'll escape everyone else and leave everything.
    I'll grab a blade and my life will be done.
    Wretched Monster, that's tempting, but I'll always think of my one.

    You ask me what I mean when I think of my one.
    I mean my one reason to keep moving on.
    I think of "this song;" I think of his pain.
    "This song" is my one reason to keep being brave.

    "This song" gave me life when you had none to give.
    "This song" hugged me tight and told me to live.
    Wretched Monster, I love you, but I can't quit.
    I'm sorry I disappoint you, but your voice can't win.

    I try to smile back even though you point and jeer.
    I try not to hate when I see you in the mirror.
    I know you're just trying to get through this life,
    But I can't live with you when you give me a knife.

    Yet I can't let you go, Wretched Monster, you're me.
    I can't give you up and continue to breathe.
    So let me be happy, and stay far behind.
    Stay out of the mirror and out of my mind.

    What should I say? How should I feel?
    Wretched Monster, you can't tell me what's real.
    Because of "this song," I know that you lie.
    "This song," unlike you, thanks God I'm alive.

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    Both of Paul Laurence Dunbar’s parents were slaves, and he was born less than a decade after slavery became illegal. “We Wear the Mask” was published in 1896. Dunbar wrote about what it was like to be African American during the late 1800s and the pain experienced by the black community. In this poem, he writes about how the truth is not always what it appears to be when a mask is used. In addition to applying to race and society, this poem can be applied to any situation where someone uses a mask to hide the truth.

    We Wear The Mask

    in Famous Sad Poems

    We wear the mask that grins and lies,
    It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
    This debt we pay to human guile;
    With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
    And mouth with myriad subtleties.

    Why should the world be over-wise,
    In counting all our tears and sighs?
    Nay, let them only see us, while
    We wear the mask.

    We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
    To thee from tortured souls arise.
    We sing, but oh the clay is vile
    Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
    But let the world dream otherwise,
    We wear the mask!

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    How it must have hurt to know his parents had been slaves...

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    This poem is about the heartbreak of my wife walking out. We are in a divorce that I never wanted. Finally after two years I have accepted that she doesn't love me anymore, and this is my way of letting go of her.

    The Boxes In The Hall

    • By Adrian Baillie
    • Published: December 2008
    Goodbye After Divorce Poem

    in Goodbye Love Poems

    In every room of our time together there is a box
    Of memories we shared.
    Now is the time to pack away
    With sadness and with care.

    The first is a simple smile,
    Whenever I thought of you.
    Neatly folded into four,
    It's the best that I could do.

    Next are all the memories
    Of the times when we were two,
    Wrapped with love one by one,
    Sealed with tears as glue.

    And then there are the butterflies
    I had when you were near,
    Now in a cage of sadness
    And locked up with a tear.

    Next are the times we kissed,
    Each one wrapped with a sigh,
    Placed next to a rolled up list
    Of all the times I've asked myself why.

    Now to pack are the pieces of my heart,
    Gathered in a pile.
    Each one wrapped up tenderly
    And placed next to a distant smile.

    Finally all the shattered wishes,
    Placed in softly so no more can break,
    Covering them over trying not to cry
    So they would not all ache.

    Lastly walking round each room,
    Closing each and every curtain,
    Shutting each and every door,
    Leaving behind each and ever pain.

    Gathering up the memories we shared,
    Making sure I've got them all,
    Packing them softly because I cared,
    Leaving them in the boxes in the hall.

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    I know that this poem is intended for divorce but when my father died my Mum wanted a poem that summed up her feelings. They had been separated for 25 years but they stayed married. Still...

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    I may only be a young teen, but I have created a false identity. It started in first grade. Everybody was picked on, so I became a stone. I didn't care about anything or anyone. Now nobody messes with me, but I want people to love me for me. I am older now, so I realize that not all people want to hurt you, but people only know my false identity.

    False Identity

    • By Erin
    • Published: February 2016
    Poem About Creating A False Identity To Cover Up Hurt

    in Fear Poems by Teens

    Sometimes
    I wish that you could see
    This scared girl inside of me.
    I'm not really as I seem.
    I'm not tough, strong, or mean.
    That isn't me.

    This isn't the real me.
    I fight by day,
    Yet cry at night.
    No one can see through
    My false identity.

    I've been hurt,
    As you can see,
    So I created
    A fake me.

    No one ever tries
    To get through my shield.
    All I want to be is me.

    How do I show
    What I've kept hidden for years?
    How do I show
    All the silent fears?

    What would you think
    If I showed you me?
    What would you say
    Without my false identity?

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    And The World Carries On

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    The plates will still shift
    and the clouds will still spew.
    The sun will slowly rise
    and the moon will follow too.

    Life’s beauty will continue
    to flourish all around,
    but now you are gone,
    these birds have no sound.

    And my heart does not beat.
    It is still inside my chest.
    My tears keep on falling
    and my head will not rest.

    But I have no choice only
    to move through this life.
    Endlessly attempting
    to fill this longing that is rife.

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    This poem is really so good. I feel this poem; it's just amazing.

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    No one understands how alone I feel. When you look in my eyes, you might see happiness, but inside, I'm falling apart.

    Not Good Enough

    • By Imza
    • Published: October 2009

    in Alone Poems by Teens

    I help you through hard times, as you do I,
    But you really don't know how much I hide.
    Even though we are the best of friends,
    I really don't think you can understand.
    I can't bear the hurt; I can't stand the pain,
    A feeling of numbness I can't explain.

    This is a life in which I walk alone,
    Full of hope shattered and broken,
    Always angry for no reason at all,
    Constantly wanting to end this brawl.
    Fighting with myself again and again,
    Sometimes I want this life to end.

    Mom's depressed but chooses to hide,
    Takes out her anger on those by her side,
    Doesn't understand I try to help.
    She shuns me out and hates instead.

    Grandma's enduring an unstoppable fate.
    Sickness has gotten her on the plate.
    It's sad to see such an innocent person
    Become another cancer victim.

    Too many friends are hurt as well
    Thinking that their life is hell.
    Too many friends wanting to stop,
    Thinking suicide is the only option.

    But inside me is the worst of all.
    I don't know how long I can stand tall.
    Memories of happiness are shooed away,
    But horrible twisted thoughts to stay.

    Nothing I do can make her proud.
    There's no silver lining on her clouds.
    I'm a rainstorm filled with dark black skies
    And a haunting rainfall full of lies.
    I only wish I could make her see
    I'm trying hard so I can be
    Someone she that can trust and love.
    Instead, she tells me I'm not good enough.
    Everything I do is a wrong decision.
    She constantly tells me I'm not living
    The path that she truly wishes I'd take,
    But I'm only one big mistake.
    If I could I'd erase myself from here,
    I wouldn't have to live this fear.

    I also wish I could be skinny
    And always happy, fun, and pretty.
    Instead, I look at myself in the mirror,
    Disappointed in the reflection that appears.
    It's hard to live when you don't love who you are,
    Wishing that you could change it all.

    Every day I make a mental note.
    How much would I miss if I decide to go?
    And how much hurt makes me lean towards the edge
    Is slowly creeping up the hedge.
    How much longer can I last
    Before my life becomes one of the past?

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    I've struggled with self-injury, anorexia, bulimia, and have tried to commit suicide 11 times...this is what the void of depression feels like...

    Empty

    • By Hayley
    • Published: November 2011
    What Depression Feels Like

    in Alone Poems by Teens

    Her thoughts bob under the surface,
    Her lost dreams circling around her in clouds.
    Every fake smile, fake laugh,
    Only feeds the emptiness inside.
    She's lost the ability to cry,
    Surrendered it to the numbness
    So she no longer has to feel.

    The thick, black cloud overcomes her,
    Smothering her till she suffocates.
    She gasps, while inside her,
    Everything is torn apart.
    Her heart ripped to shreds,
    And repeatedly stabbed,
    With a rusty dagger.

    Her soul screams as the demons rip into it,
    Those horrible monsters.
    No. They're her demons,
    Her horrible monsters.
    She's her own monster.
    The guilt's eating her alive,
    As she slowly kills herself...

    From the inside out.
    She seems fine on the outside.
    The same laughing, smiling girl she's always been.
    The scars she keeps hidden are the only sign.
    A silent scream,
    But no one notices,
    Or do they just not care?

    She's so alone.
    She's always been alone.
    Ever since the shadows ate her essence,
    Sacrificed herself to the cold tendrils of sin.
    False promises tempting her away from the Light,
    And into the barren Darkness.
    She's always so LOST...

    Inside her own body...
    It seems her hands have a mind of their own,
    As they slice her arms,
    Her ankles,
    Her thighs.
    With the blade she's always kept as a close companion,
    The same rusty razor.

    She watches the blood as it leaks out,
    Down her arms and thighs.
    Her release from the never ending cold.
    But it's not enough.
    It's never enough.
    Not when she carries the weight
    Of the world on her shoulders.

    But she knows what is enough.
    She stares at the bottle of pills,
    Knowing this is her escape
    From the Darkness that surrounds her.
    I'd be quick,
    Painless.
    She's already slowly killing herself.

    Destroying her soul.
    No one can help,
    They've tried before,
    And they helped...
    For a while.
    But then she was back to faking her joy
    With the mask that became her best friend.

    She began starving herself.
    She could never look good enough,
    She found joy in each ache of hunger.
    It meant it was working,
    She was going to be skinny,
    But it was never enough.
    How could it ever be?

    When she couldn't resist food, she'd stuff herself,
    Then made a point of throwing up.
    She pushed everyone away,
    Stuck in her solitude.
    Her shadow her best friend,
    But soon the shadow was her.
    A forgotten ghost...

    Just a piece of who she was,
    Who she used to be.
    Left behind as she slowly killed herself,
    She's only a shadow,
    A wisp in the wind.
    Never finding happiness.
    She lost herself.

    With no hope of being found...

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    I was helping a close friend cope with a very bad situation. While doing so, I just fell in love with everything about her. Unfortunately, she had other ways in mind to deal with her situation, and so here is what happened...

    Cracks

    Falling For A Friend

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    With her loneliness she couldn't cope,
    And so she tore us apart,
    Diminishing all hope;
    I should've seen this from the start...

    Her smile wiped my troubles.
    Her eyes gave me chills.
    Her beauty made me humble.
    Her love made my heart fill.

    I saw her true cracks
    As I saw her weep.
    I wanted to put her pieces back,
    But I was afraid I'd fall too deep.

    I was slowly being sucked
    Into her beauty, imprisoned,
    But I was out of luck;
    This love was inexistent.

    While helping her heal
    I fell through the cracks,
    And as the cracks sealed.
    Into the darkness I was trapped.

    I gave everything to her,
    Only to be betrayed.
    I fell in love with her,
    But in another bed she laid.

    She had her flaws
    I was willing to accept.
    The most beautiful she was,
    But again she slept.

    With her loneliness she couldn't cope,
    And so she tore us apart,
    Diminishing all hope;
    I should've seen this from the start...

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    I wrote this when I was sitting in my room and I got the feeling that I had to write it out instead of keeping it all inside me...

    Untamed

    • By Caitlyn Collins
    • Published: June 2011
    Poem About Being Abused

    in Fear Poems by Teens

    Sitting in a corner, so scared and afraid,
    He's standing there yelling at me,
    and he's the one to blame.
    Marks across my face,
    From where he had hit me.
    People always say that I've got it easy.
    Bruises on my back,
    The blood courses through my veins,
    In this dark old room,
    There is something untamed.
    Scared to say a word,
    Just one word to come out,
    For no one knows what happens when the beast has made his rounds.
    People always stare at me.
    I now know what they say,
    For all these scars left on my wrist,
    The past has been revealed.
    I do it one last time,
    So no blood runs through these veins.

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