Poems about Feeling Lost
#FeelingLost
Poems about feeling lost, confused, fed up or lacking direction in life. Poetry about struggling to find a place in the world, feeling excluded or different, and striving to feel content and motivated.
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Lilith With Green eyes has a Morningstar
Took a walk to the far side of a mountain- Looking off into the snow filled clouds- A reply to a statement was heavy on my thoughts-
Words are my passion- And I'm lost- on what to say- When I look into your eyes- Other than something lame-
When my thoughts play to the sound of a different drum-
Wanting to reach out- and take all of it away-
For I see what hides behind those eyes- wanting nothing more than to see that wicked- Beautiful- Smile- That I've seen and grown to adore-
Feeling so much- That feels so right- seeing you walking through these clouds- Wondering...
Words are my passion- And I'm lost- on what to say- When I look into your eyes- Other than something lame-
When my thoughts play to the sound of a different drum-
Wanting to reach out- and take all of it away-
For I see what hides behind those eyes- wanting nothing more than to see that wicked- Beautiful- Smile- That I've seen and grown to adore-
Feeling so much- That feels so right- seeing you walking through these clouds- Wondering...
#FeelingLost
#love
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Ignorance
People don't realize how stressed out you get,
When your head is so congested,
You have to physically push on the vessels,
To relieve it.
Without relief, you get spasms.
Dizziness and fear.
And the annoyance of people,
Trying to be friendly.
Thinking that talking would help.
When all it does,
Is trigger spams and fear.
The fear of losing control,
Of something you never used to control.
But now you have to.
Or else you'll die.
When your head is so congested,
You have to physically push on the vessels,
To relieve it.
Without relief, you get spasms.
Dizziness and fear.
And the annoyance of people,
Trying to be friendly.
Thinking that talking would help.
When all it does,
Is trigger spams and fear.
The fear of losing control,
Of something you never used to control.
But now you have to.
Or else you'll die.
#FeelingLost
#hate
#healing
#loneliness
#suffering
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Iced
Continue to break me down,
ill continue to ice you out
Cold shoulder
will send shivers down your vertebrae
I'm not the one
easily forgotten
I'll always be your nightmare
that haunts you through the night
You call me a cunt,
but someone else will call me magnificent
The fall may hurt
but the return will avenge those emotions
The redemption
is a personal mission
You'll either cherish me
or let me go
Remember she's your princess,
Im the cold soul
Whisper my name
feel it echo through your soul
...
ill continue to ice you out
Cold shoulder
will send shivers down your vertebrae
I'm not the one
easily forgotten
I'll always be your nightmare
that haunts you through the night
You call me a cunt,
but someone else will call me magnificent
The fall may hurt
but the return will avenge those emotions
The redemption
is a personal mission
You'll either cherish me
or let me go
Remember she's your princess,
Im the cold soul
Whisper my name
feel it echo through your soul
...
#FeelingLost
#loneliness
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Happy face.
Cold stone pavements.
Streets twittens and paths.
Down the hill.
A bite in the air.
By houses.
Discarded trees.
Festival season over.
A bonsai tree.
In a camper van.
Down to the pub i go.
Entering.
Felt the warmth.
Hear the chatter.
Banter & laughter.
I show my.
Happy face.
Streets twittens and paths.
Down the hill.
A bite in the air.
By houses.
Discarded trees.
Festival season over.
A bonsai tree.
In a camper van.
Down to the pub i go.
Entering.
Felt the warmth.
Hear the chatter.
Banter & laughter.
I show my.
Happy face.
#FeelingLost
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
#MovingOn
#trees
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Blackbirds
It's a long way home
When you don't know
Where home is
I wander lonely roads
Of asphalt and dust
Searching
I see the blackbirds
Watching and waiting
Starving for a burnt-out soul
They follow my every move
Perched in tree tops
Along window sills
I recall buildings and towns
From a long ago
Far away dream
But none are home to me
So I continue on
Still searching
Blackbirds land on my shoulders
And at my feet
Sensing my weariness
They whisper...
When you don't know
Where home is
I wander lonely roads
Of asphalt and dust
Searching
I see the blackbirds
Watching and waiting
Starving for a burnt-out soul
They follow my every move
Perched in tree tops
Along window sills
I recall buildings and towns
From a long ago
Far away dream
But none are home to me
So I continue on
Still searching
Blackbirds land on my shoulders
And at my feet
Sensing my weariness
They whisper...
#death
#FeelingLost
#rebirth
#spiritual
#weakness
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When the tears fall silently
For sure through the process of life someone else, may walk into your life, 💕 leaving an impressive place in your own thoughts. Wondering if this is the one with insight and a spiritual soul of there heart. 💖 FOR sure it's gonna make you smile, yet you wonder could this be really real, or just more of the same mind games 😤 that so many still like to play. 🤔 To leave you alone and broken, like a shattered glass of broken pieces, 😭 THAT will never heal as those memories of the past, behind you have you feeling trap in ways that becomes, completely...
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#LifeStruggles
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
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The Healer
It's hard to be the one..
That is a pit stop on the way to healing.
That is here to help you regain feeling.
To wipe away your tears.
To fight away your fear.
To open up your heart.
To bandage all your scars.
To fill in the holes she burned....
But my lesson is never learned
I'm a healer.
Then you're on your way..
That is a pit stop on the way to healing.
That is here to help you regain feeling.
To wipe away your tears.
To fight away your fear.
To open up your heart.
To bandage all your scars.
To fill in the holes she burned....
But my lesson is never learned
I'm a healer.
Then you're on your way..
#FeelingLost
#love
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The Illusion of Medication
This sanctuary is an illusion of internal peace.
Enticing me with hopes of an eternal peace.
This sanctity that I feel eases me temporarily.
Yet I understand that it is merely temporary.
I am sad and alone as I write this,
yet I am free as I write and create.
I vainly hope someday that eternal peace comes.
Yet I understand that will never be.
Psychosis has destroyed me leaving me in ruins.
Yet there is an internal glow that exists.
A heartbeat thunders from within
and I know I am still alive while...
Enticing me with hopes of an eternal peace.
This sanctity that I feel eases me temporarily.
Yet I understand that it is merely temporary.
I am sad and alone as I write this,
yet I am free as I write and create.
I vainly hope someday that eternal peace comes.
Yet I understand that will never be.
Psychosis has destroyed me leaving me in ruins.
Yet there is an internal glow that exists.
A heartbeat thunders from within
and I know I am still alive while...
#depression
#FeelingLost
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#surreal
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the "humankind" experience
why do certain animals tend to run from us?-because it's an instinct within that does not trust.... the same can go for us- and why we withdraw, because one thing we can do(first and foremost) effortlessly is take the time to judge....
no one's hardwired to up and just give up, but there's a certain threshold, within myself- that I'm well aware of....
winging this thing- coasting(figuratively)- my bones trying to hold up this " mobile home" as I often contemplate- "dissappearing acts...."
as to say, the journey isn't...
no one's hardwired to up and just give up, but there's a certain threshold, within myself- that I'm well aware of....
winging this thing- coasting(figuratively)- my bones trying to hold up this " mobile home" as I often contemplate- "dissappearing acts...."
as to say, the journey isn't...
#escape
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped #MentalHealth
#FeelingTrapped #MentalHealth
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Save Me from Me, O’ Lord
My soul is sick with sin, my mind with unholy fires,
I’m restless through the night, plagued by dark desires.
I wander like a zombie, in daylight’s empty gaze,
Lost in my own thoughts, trapped in past’s dark haze.
My bruised body broken, weighed down by regret,
Though Christ died for me, His price still unmet.
Sin shadows my steps, both day and night,
And I can’t escape the enemy’s blight.
I fear becoming Judas, betrayer of Your grace,
Trading eternal life for silver’s disgrace.
Hanging in despair, with no hope to see,
Not...
I’m restless through the night, plagued by dark desires.
I wander like a zombie, in daylight’s empty gaze,
Lost in my own thoughts, trapped in past’s dark haze.
My bruised body broken, weighed down by regret,
Though Christ died for me, His price still unmet.
Sin shadows my steps, both day and night,
And I can’t escape the enemy’s blight.
I fear becoming Judas, betrayer of Your grace,
Trading eternal life for silver’s disgrace.
Hanging in despair, with no hope to see,
Not...
#confessional
#FeelingLost
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Why not be honest
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️. For sure I would like to tell a real life story of the deepness, that does happen sometimes in life. 🙏 For sure what I have to say will really blow your mind. 🧠 FOR sure let the story teller begin, now sit back and try to understand 🤨wholeheartedly what I'm about to say to you 🤔 There will come a time in each of our lives, something will have a profound affect upon you in ways, that you will never truly understand or imagine. 🤨 Now let's begin from the beginning...
#abuse
#despair
#FeelingLost
#sadness
#secrets
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Never Enough Dough
My life feels like
when you have
rolled out the dough
into a thin mat
then as you cut
each small cookie
there isn't enough dough
to fill the last one
but you can't just waste
some fresh dough
so you throw it
in the oven anyway.
And it bakes
into a solid cookie
that cannot be
changed
except maybe with
frosting
you could try and
cover it up
but a corner will
always
be
missing.
when you have
rolled out the dough
into a thin mat
then as you cut
each small cookie
there isn't enough dough
to fill the last one
but you can't just waste
some fresh dough
so you throw it
in the oven anyway.
And it bakes
into a solid cookie
that cannot be
changed
except maybe with
frosting
you could try and
cover it up
but a corner will
always
be
missing.
#confessional
#FeelingLost
#identity #SelfReflection
#identity #SelfReflection
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