Poems About Feeling Lost Seeking Friendly Advice
#FeelingLost
Poems about feeling lost seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Righting Of Wrongs, Or Wrong Writing
Imposter
syndrome
No
poetic
ambitions
left
Mortal
coils'
bereft
by Jemia
syndrome
No
poetic
ambitions
left
Mortal
coils'
bereft
by Jemia
#FeelingLost
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfReflection #senryu
#SelfReflection #senryu
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Thanking I'm Charlie Chann
To my alter ego whom I respect and trust
don't self-destruct and become my obituary
fading to dark drowning in Moo Goo Gai Pan
becoming a psychopathic narcissistic eggroll
thanking I'm Charlie Chann
don't self-destruct and become my obituary
fading to dark drowning in Moo Goo Gai Pan
becoming a psychopathic narcissistic eggroll
thanking I'm Charlie Chann
#emptiness
#FeelingLost
#identity #mirror
#identity #mirror
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Blankets To Hide
Blood once fiery with passion
runs cold, dripping in bitter seasons,
snowfall without happiness
A house of cards amidst the winds
of grief and loss, reshuffled and cut to
clubs or spades, deafened by the
metronome click of the second hand as
the time of his life elapses
Walking adjacent to life but not in it,
a facade of acceptance beneath the
black blanket of death
runs cold, dripping in bitter seasons,
snowfall without happiness
A house of cards amidst the winds
of grief and loss, reshuffled and cut to
clubs or spades, deafened by the
metronome click of the second hand as
the time of his life elapses
Walking adjacent to life but not in it,
a facade of acceptance beneath the
black blanket of death
#dark
#FeelingLost
#grief
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Paradise Lost
Two pieces of a broken dream
Left floating on a summer stream
A diamond waiting in despair
Beneath the liquid laissez-faire
Simple peace and aching need
Imperiled by a jealous breed
Little fragments lost in time
Forgotten details of their rhyme
A modest sum that leads to two
Became a whole that wasn't true
Maybe value isn't real
Or something we weren't meant to feel
Where has all the yearning gone?
It fleeted as a frightened fawn
That ran into the darkened wood
As if it's grace misunderstood ...
Left floating on a summer stream
A diamond waiting in despair
Beneath the liquid laissez-faire
Simple peace and aching need
Imperiled by a jealous breed
Little fragments lost in time
Forgotten details of their rhyme
A modest sum that leads to two
Became a whole that wasn't true
Maybe value isn't real
Or something we weren't meant to feel
Where has all the yearning gone?
It fleeted as a frightened fawn
That ran into the darkened wood
As if it's grace misunderstood ...
#breakup
#FeelingLost
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Aspiring Apathy
I took the drive up
Mulberry Lane
Letting my mind drift
While I cursed your name
I saw your evil, yet
A sight to behold
Thinking thoughts that uplift
To erase your stranglehold
While the night went on
I ran for the hills
Brandished my glass
And gave you the chills
Realizing life is finite
Purpose seems hollow
Let it be an empty night
As I outrun the sorrow
Mulberry Lane
Letting my mind drift
While I cursed your name
I saw your evil, yet
A sight to behold
Thinking thoughts that uplift
To erase your stranglehold
While the night went on
I ran for the hills
Brandished my glass
And gave you the chills
Realizing life is finite
Purpose seems hollow
Let it be an empty night
As I outrun the sorrow
#apathy
#bittersweet
#despair
#escape
#FeelingLost
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Self-Justified
I write words
For utter fulfillment
Hand-me-downs and bring-me-downs
To express the tragic
These words I write
Help to soothe, since
Deceitful ones know no bounds
To exploit the manic
I write words
By the mouthful
Chewed up, then
Swallowed, then
Regurgitated
Onto paper
To satisfy mind’s eye
And keep the soul alive
Before it burns
down
...to the ember
For utter fulfillment
Hand-me-downs and bring-me-downs
To express the tragic
These words I write
Help to soothe, since
Deceitful ones know no bounds
To exploit the manic
I write words
By the mouthful
Chewed up, then
Swallowed, then
Regurgitated
Onto paper
To satisfy mind’s eye
And keep the soul alive
Before it burns
down
...to the ember
#confusion
#dark
#despair
#emotions
#FeelingLost
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The Sandman's Regime
Something in me must be broken
as I try to lie down at night
My dreams all turn into nightmares
that keep waking me up alright
Ones where I drive semi again
with no idea where to go
Ones where I've found some strange places
without a good map to follow
Ones where my logbook’s out of date
like that test I haven't studied for?
And NEW problems seem to find me
I've never encountered before
Ones where I get into a WRECK
that would be hard to justify
I never reach my goal you see
before I wake up FYI
My...
as I try to lie down at night
My dreams all turn into nightmares
that keep waking me up alright
Ones where I drive semi again
with no idea where to go
Ones where I've found some strange places
without a good map to follow
Ones where my logbook’s out of date
like that test I haven't studied for?
And NEW problems seem to find me
I've never encountered before
Ones where I get into a WRECK
that would be hard to justify
I never reach my goal you see
before I wake up FYI
My...
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#identity #myself
#identity #myself
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Rusting
I’m much smaller than I used to be,
The moisture in my skin slowly evaporated into the air.
I’ve become shriveled and thin.
Stretched to the limit,
You can see the spaces between the stitches.
I miss being whole,
Feeling solid and thick.
I am splitting edges,
Dry leaves and sticks.
Weaker,
Brittle like a rotting tree.
I hold these stones in my palms,
And wait for them to fall through.
Guiltily letting the wind take me,
My veins come unthreaded.
I miss where I used to be,
What I used to be.
I’ve...
The moisture in my skin slowly evaporated into the air.
I’ve become shriveled and thin.
Stretched to the limit,
You can see the spaces between the stitches.
I miss being whole,
Feeling solid and thick.
I am splitting edges,
Dry leaves and sticks.
Weaker,
Brittle like a rotting tree.
I hold these stones in my palms,
And wait for them to fall through.
Guiltily letting the wind take me,
My veins come unthreaded.
I miss where I used to be,
What I used to be.
I’ve...
#emptiness
#FeelingLost
#LifeStruggles #sadness
#LifeStruggles #sadness
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Infinite
I want more than to exist
I want to become the grass I lay in,
To feel the blades pierce my skin and grow into my soul
To see beyond the visible
To feel beyond what is existence
To be infinite
I want to become the grass I lay in,
To feel the blades pierce my skin and grow into my soul
To see beyond the visible
To feel beyond what is existence
To be infinite
#confusion
#depression
#emptiness
#FeelingLost
#loneliness
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Shadows
The dying sun
Lying low over the deep horizon
Set within a dreaming sky
Shining bright
Hidden light
LOife turns to purple
Becoming ever surreal
Ethereal images
Dance
Over shimmering twilight
The night closes in
Amongst the looming shadows
Of my life
by Jemia
Lying low over the deep horizon
Set within a dreaming sky
Shining bright
Hidden light
LOife turns to purple
Becoming ever surreal
Ethereal images
Dance
Over shimmering twilight
The night closes in
Amongst the looming shadows
Of my life
by Jemia
#depression
#FeelingLost
#sadness #surreal
#sadness #surreal
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Lost roots
I can't seem to remove this eclipse
This curse hovers over me,
a black storm cloud blocking the view of the stars exploding
and expanding into vast clouds of glittery neon dust...
I can't feel any ghosts, I can't feel the energy of the mystics here before.
Have I become a nihilist? This self-proclaimed know-it-all...
a soul-sick bastard with a stolen dream.
All meaning seems phony...
Have I been the subject of a spiritual lobotomy?
Or were they antidepressants?
Social engineering, maybe energy vampires?
Tangled by cords like...
This curse hovers over me,
a black storm cloud blocking the view of the stars exploding
and expanding into vast clouds of glittery neon dust...
I can't feel any ghosts, I can't feel the energy of the mystics here before.
Have I become a nihilist? This self-proclaimed know-it-all...
a soul-sick bastard with a stolen dream.
All meaning seems phony...
Have I been the subject of a spiritual lobotomy?
Or were they antidepressants?
Social engineering, maybe energy vampires?
Tangled by cords like...
#FeelingLost
#identity
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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nailbiter
Fingers aching with blood at the nubs.
I'm sick of playing rattle him up.
It's getting twisted.
poor entitled fuck with his luck cut short.
Sometimes it's good to not look and just jump.
I'm
getting
sick
of
this
Head falls
low
and your knees
don't stop.
Pumping gas
to get your ass in the apartment.
Fingers aching with blood at the nubs.
I'm sick of holding these fragments up.
The screen is smashed.
Get with the program.
You're jumping the...
I'm sick of playing rattle him up.
It's getting twisted.
poor entitled fuck with his luck cut short.
Sometimes it's good to not look and just jump.
I'm
getting
sick
of
this
Head falls
low
and your knees
don't stop.
Pumping gas
to get your ass in the apartment.
Fingers aching with blood at the nubs.
I'm sick of holding these fragments up.
The screen is smashed.
Get with the program.
You're jumping the...
#FeelingLost
#grief
#vampires
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DU Poetry : Poems About Feeling Lost Seeking Friendly Advice