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.
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:50am
Yesterday 00:50am
Self Reflection
Foggy mirrors
In a misty room
Clothed in lemon and rose
Blanketed in heat, as I stand
With a blurred image
I don’t care to see
The mess of me
Scrubbing skin
Dampening my hair
Though I am clean
There is a scum
No sponge has removed
Even coated in perfume
I smell it
An aftertaste, unrideable
Wiping the condensation from the glass
I catch a glimpse of my figure
Still glazed in droplets
Drenched blonde and porcelain
I saw, focusing in
Turning for my towel, until
I lost her ...
In a misty room
Clothed in lemon and rose
Blanketed in heat, as I stand
With a blurred image
I don’t care to see
The mess of me
Scrubbing skin
Dampening my hair
Though I am clean
There is a scum
No sponge has removed
Even coated in perfume
I smell it
An aftertaste, unrideable
Wiping the condensation from the glass
I catch a glimpse of my figure
Still glazed in droplets
Drenched blonde and porcelain
I saw, focusing in
Turning for my towel, until
I lost her ...
#mirror
#myself
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Deepblue
Lexi M
Lexi M
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:22pm
Yesterday 5:22pm
Observe
I often go outside at night
Just to clear my head.
This particular evening, I heard a dog barking in the far distance.
It triggered some feeling in
my mind that sent me to place
where nothing seemed to matter
except for the closing in of feelings.
Thoughts that made me wonder
Just who and what I really am.
Why am I here and for what could I stand. I stood there quite some time and through this peaceful bliss, I found a waiting Father. He spoke only to my heart. His mouth never moved. He was telling me things would be alright, but it would never be...
Just to clear my head.
This particular evening, I heard a dog barking in the far distance.
It triggered some feeling in
my mind that sent me to place
where nothing seemed to matter
except for the closing in of feelings.
Thoughts that made me wonder
Just who and what I really am.
Why am I here and for what could I stand. I stood there quite some time and through this peaceful bliss, I found a waiting Father. He spoke only to my heart. His mouth never moved. He was telling me things would be alright, but it would never be...
#myself
#FeelingLost
#acceptance
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Kaylor1967
Ruben
Ruben
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 5:14pm
11th Apr 2021 5:14pm
When the day comes....
I relive moments.
When I was young.
The days of pulling tricks.
A chemical fanfare to find a point.
At least then there was one to find.
The seasons have blunted my resolve.
All stimulants have been rehabbed away.
How lost I find myself against the backdrop of this reality.
So I hide in order to find any kind of piece of humane mind.
Never ever is an ever playing song.
I want to believe in you
Your body I'd love to take wholeheartedly...
To have till we’re old.
Do remember being cold?
How we’d hold tighter...
When I was young.
The days of pulling tricks.
A chemical fanfare to find a point.
At least then there was one to find.
The seasons have blunted my resolve.
All stimulants have been rehabbed away.
How lost I find myself against the backdrop of this reality.
So I hide in order to find any kind of piece of humane mind.
Never ever is an ever playing song.
I want to believe in you
Your body I'd love to take wholeheartedly...
To have till we’re old.
Do remember being cold?
How we’d hold tighter...
#hell
#FeelingLost
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MineKampf
Minart
Minart
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 3:48pm
10th Apr 2021 3:48pm
Forgotten Memories
I Speak as One who has not seen;
Forgotten Memories in one's being.
The Depth of pain is all the same.
When a Person is to remain.
How painful the cause of death.
Whether it be Separation of one's Closeness to breath.
We Cease to Not care for them.
Albeit difference is, we see them not when.
We Care and Love them In.
We Store The Capture of Memory When.
We Fall to Ground the Depth Profound.
I Had non pass; but hearts do make a sound.
Of Pain that Speaks Close to heart.
When...
Forgotten Memories in one's being.
The Depth of pain is all the same.
When a Person is to remain.
How painful the cause of death.
Whether it be Separation of one's Closeness to breath.
We Cease to Not care for them.
Albeit difference is, we see them not when.
We Care and Love them In.
We Store The Capture of Memory When.
We Fall to Ground the Depth Profound.
I Had non pass; but hearts do make a sound.
Of Pain that Speaks Close to heart.
When...
#heartbroken
#death
#FeelingLost
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Monkeymaham2
Bumped 10th Apr 2021 6:42am
2nd Oct 2020 6:15am
2nd Oct 2020 6:15am
"Meep"
You are like a drug in my mental system
Shocking each need and want going into the day
The first thought I wake up to in the morning
The last thing I think about before I sleep
Its hating this feeling more than even depression
Feeling lost without knowing if I am wanted equally
Do you want me the way that I want you?
That lady came back from vaca, maybe thats all you needed?
A reason to not feel so lonely...my fears? Facts?
I honestly don't even know since you made time for me
Now won't even spare me time to talk, lost again
Checking my...
Shocking each need and want going into the day
The first thought I wake up to in the morning
The last thing I think about before I sleep
Its hating this feeling more than even depression
Feeling lost without knowing if I am wanted equally
Do you want me the way that I want you?
That lady came back from vaca, maybe thats all you needed?
A reason to not feel so lonely...my fears? Facts?
I honestly don't even know since you made time for me
Now won't even spare me time to talk, lost again
Checking my...
#FeelingLost
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MineKampf
Minart
Minart
Poem Published
8th Apr 2021 11:27am
8th Apr 2021 11:27am
Death & Karma
Death and Virtue are a common sense, in which both require karma in its recompense, For due to the reality we see in time. A Measure of hope is on one's Mind. We do things for the latter sign, to be given the best of the test of time. For Virtue is in on it's redecline, Even if death is the position that's on everyone's sign.
Death has a value in me, i give pain out when i see; the burden it stems throughout the time; when people are in pain the hayness of their mind; the hearts due dear the riddle of time. It is when someone passes away what do you do when its mine, the last sentence...
Death has a value in me, i give pain out when i see; the burden it stems throughout the time; when people are in pain the hayness of their mind; the hearts due dear the riddle of time. It is when someone passes away what do you do when its mine, the last sentence...
#depression
#courage
#admiration #FeelingLost
#admiration #FeelingLost
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Remy_L
Poem Published
4th Apr 2021 7:28am
4th Apr 2021 7:28am
thanks for asking
she’s been failed tonight
her mind fragmented in need
and her struggle lost
among the words another
poet makes a confession
her mind fragmented in need
and her struggle lost
among the words another
poet makes a confession
#sadness
#tanka
#FeelingLost #emptiness
#FeelingLost #emptiness
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10 Comments
Pepperdust
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2021 5:25am
3rd Apr 2021 5:25am
24.03.2021 / 3:07am
Sometimes the touch burns,
It must have something to do with the difference in temperature.
Sometimes I'm cold, distant, faded.
Sometimes I'm hot, scalding, smoking, scarlet.
I can reach balance and just stay warm, but that's when you change and start burning me.
Is there ever a place or time where two souls measure the same? Or will we ever be destined to hurt one another as we rise and fall...?
It must have something to do with the difference in temperature.
Sometimes I'm cold, distant, faded.
Sometimes I'm hot, scalding, smoking, scarlet.
I can reach balance and just stay warm, but that's when you change and start burning me.
Is there ever a place or time where two souls measure the same? Or will we ever be destined to hurt one another as we rise and fall...?
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#hurt
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4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
31st Mar 2021 00:16am
31st Mar 2021 00:16am
boris johnson's britain
since the public have become
so very steadfast supporters
of right wing by jingo I prefer to stay at home with a book
so very steadfast supporters
of right wing by jingo I prefer to stay at home with a book
#FeelingLost
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3 Comments
buddydog
Poem Published
30th Mar 2021 3:21pm
30th Mar 2021 3:21pm
Daydreams
I had a dream, you were there
We met in a familiar place
As the sound of seagulls filled the air
The wind gently blowing your hair
We walked along the shore without a trace
I had a dream, you were there
We reminisce of the secrets we share
Holding each other like leather and lace
As the sound of seagulls filled the air
I was captivated with this affair
Hanging on to memories without disgrace
I had a dream, you were there
I was awakened in despair
I searched...
We met in a familiar place
As the sound of seagulls filled the air
The wind gently blowing your hair
We walked along the shore without a trace
I had a dream, you were there
We reminisce of the secrets we share
Holding each other like leather and lace
As the sound of seagulls filled the air
I was captivated with this affair
Hanging on to memories without disgrace
I had a dream, you were there
I was awakened in despair
I searched...
#dreams
#FeelingLost
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Gwendoline
Poem Published
30th Mar 2021 00:00am
30th Mar 2021 00:00am
A Touch of Death
Come with me,” he said
”I’ll take you to the dead”
Crooked fingers reach to touch my hand
An inner voice whispers concern
It yearns for me to step back from the waters edge
To pledge - this shall not be my final breath
But I feel tired inside
I cannot deny the tempting waters
That crave with every gentle wave
A desire for me to die
And all it takes is one step
A single foot, by hook, by crook -
He would cease my need to breathe
Would my soul then be freed?
Or would I be in the hands of the...
”I’ll take you to the dead”
Crooked fingers reach to touch my hand
An inner voice whispers concern
It yearns for me to step back from the waters edge
To pledge - this shall not be my final breath
But I feel tired inside
I cannot deny the tempting waters
That crave with every gentle wave
A desire for me to die
And all it takes is one step
A single foot, by hook, by crook -
He would cease my need to breathe
Would my soul then be freed?
Or would I be in the hands of the...
#dark
#death
#FeelingLost
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Gwendoline
Poem Published
28th Mar 2021 9:14pm
28th Mar 2021 9:14pm
Reckless Abandonment
Reckless abandonment
I taught you well
To blanch my wanting heart
Into the fires of hell
Where ashes speak of only failed dreams
That wrench apart what little light streams
Diminished soul-
It aches to be renewed
Brewed in cherished misspent youth
Love eludes a hidden truth
Wistful memories force to reminisce
The secrets of that perfect kiss
Now sits upon the sidelines feeling spent
The heart left fuelled -
With bitterness and resent
I taught you well
To blanch my wanting heart
Into the fires of hell
Where ashes speak of only failed dreams
That wrench apart what little light streams
Diminished soul-
It aches to be renewed
Brewed in cherished misspent youth
Love eludes a hidden truth
Wistful memories force to reminisce
The secrets of that perfect kiss
Now sits upon the sidelines feeling spent
The heart left fuelled -
With bitterness and resent
#anger
#love
#depression
#regret
#FeelingLost
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12 Comments
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