Least Read Poems About Feeling Lost
#FeelingLost
Least read poems about feeling lost. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
The struggle is real
I'm struggling this very moment
I have tears flowing down my cheeks
As I put each word down
I'm not alone in this world
I have people that love me
but
that doesn't stop me from feeling completely alone
right now
here
at home
I'm alone
I'm alone when I probably shouldn't be
At the same time
I don't want anyone with me
Those people that love me
They have no idea
They don't know how bad it can be
How bad it can be inside my head
I constantly battle with my mind
it's...
I have tears flowing down my cheeks
As I put each word down
I'm not alone in this world
I have people that love me
but
that doesn't stop me from feeling completely alone
right now
here
at home
I'm alone
I'm alone when I probably shouldn't be
At the same time
I don't want anyone with me
Those people that love me
They have no idea
They don't know how bad it can be
How bad it can be inside my head
I constantly battle with my mind
it's...
#depression
#loneliness
#confusion #FeelingLost
#confusion #FeelingLost
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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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The too much girl
The too much girl is complex
And this is something she's aware of
She warns people getting close of this up front
This gives them a fair chance to run before going deeper
The too much girl is still figuring herself out
And learns more about herself with each relationship
She is a puzzle with missing pieces and will never be complete
This affects others as they are forced to witness her growing pains
The too much girl expects more than she deserves
And this eventually ends in separation, wanted or not
She knows she is...
And this is something she's aware of
She warns people getting close of this up front
This gives them a fair chance to run before going deeper
The too much girl is still figuring herself out
And learns more about herself with each relationship
She is a puzzle with missing pieces and will never be complete
This affects others as they are forced to witness her growing pains
The too much girl expects more than she deserves
And this eventually ends in separation, wanted or not
She knows she is...
#rejection
#relationships
#FeelingLost
#escape
#emotional
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Grammatically Wrong!
My Furry Friend
O wear O wear can you bee?
My worry for you doesn't go free
I loose touch every now and then
Wondering if I will sea you again
From the depth of my soul too the core of my heart
I've been missing you since the start.
I red in the paper you seamed dayzed
Lost and confused and wandering for days
Until we meat again, I walk with a yolk around my neck
As worries and fears away they peck
At my heart and soul.
The heir around me grows very thin
Wondering if I'll ever win
To hold you in my arms again ...
O wear O wear can you bee?
My worry for you doesn't go free
I loose touch every now and then
Wondering if I will sea you again
From the depth of my soul too the core of my heart
I've been missing you since the start.
I red in the paper you seamed dayzed
Lost and confused and wandering for days
Until we meat again, I walk with a yolk around my neck
As worries and fears away they peck
At my heart and soul.
The heir around me grows very thin
Wondering if I'll ever win
To hold you in my arms again ...
#dark
#scary
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#fear
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7 Comments
That girl....
Yes, I'm THAT girl
you know the one
one of those girls you should avoid
the broken girl cowered in the corner
save yourself some trouble
walk past that girl
the complex and anxiety filled girl
the indecisive and traumatized girl
no one needs that girl
leave her in the corner
alone and insecure
let her wallow in her own sadness
leave her to fight her demons without weapons
no need to enter her war
leave that pathetic and useless girl alone
she's used to it
she expects it
you'll be no different than others ...
you know the one
one of those girls you should avoid
the broken girl cowered in the corner
save yourself some trouble
walk past that girl
the complex and anxiety filled girl
the indecisive and traumatized girl
no one needs that girl
leave her in the corner
alone and insecure
let her wallow in her own sadness
leave her to fight her demons without weapons
no need to enter her war
leave that pathetic and useless girl alone
she's used to it
she expects it
you'll be no different than others ...
#LifeStruggles
#FeelingLost
#suffering #emotional
#suffering #emotional
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Fogged
The night is still
so softly subdued
with a thin sheer blanket
draped from the trees
blocking the breeze
making everything
Grey
In the usual way
that fog claims the night
muffles the write
denies all it sees
sees all it denies
this fogged surprise
so softly subdued
with a thin sheer blanket
draped from the trees
blocking the breeze
making everything
Grey
In the usual way
that fog claims the night
muffles the write
denies all it sees
sees all it denies
this fogged surprise
#night
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#confusion
#FeelingLost
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Fogged
The foghorn is quite loud
within the quiet shroud
that spawns this helpless dawn
in its fusion of white and grey
Leaving these words I now say
seemingly left lost
forever randomly tossed
in no particular direction
A wandering resurrection
of curse and despair
of hope and pure prayer
as I shiver in the cold mist
Yet I do revel in the twist
of my ever ambling life
with all of its strife ...
within the quiet shroud
that spawns this helpless dawn
in its fusion of white and grey
Leaving these words I now say
seemingly left lost
forever randomly tossed
in no particular direction
A wandering resurrection
of curse and despair
of hope and pure prayer
as I shiver in the cold mist
Yet I do revel in the twist
of my ever ambling life
with all of its strife ...
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#FeelingLost
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All lines a bluer
All lines a bluer
Tried to read between the lines they just a bluer
Read upside down still a bluer
Place the page in front of a mirror just the same
Do my eyes deceive me or am I blind
Can’t be blind looked at the clock read
Half past nine
Just in time grab my pen jotted this down
Posted it so someone might read
As hell has come upon my eyes
Brain not so wise it must be in a foggy maze
Feels as though it is a burring blaze
Helpless in this crazes of uncertainly
In this place called...
Tried to read between the lines they just a bluer
Read upside down still a bluer
Place the page in front of a mirror just the same
Do my eyes deceive me or am I blind
Can’t be blind looked at the clock read
Half past nine
Just in time grab my pen jotted this down
Posted it so someone might read
As hell has come upon my eyes
Brain not so wise it must be in a foggy maze
Feels as though it is a burring blaze
Helpless in this crazes of uncertainly
In this place called...
#FeelingLost
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Grief
Some say it is a thief
stealing one away
from the warmth of day
but for me
it is comfort
like well worn shoes
fitting so snug
fitting so easily
in its buttery ache
dull echoes of earlier times
when we coupled in rhymes
when the idea of when
was always forward looking
stealing one away
from the warmth of day
but for me
it is comfort
like well worn shoes
fitting so snug
fitting so easily
in its buttery ache
dull echoes of earlier times
when we coupled in rhymes
when the idea of when
was always forward looking
#sadness
#grief
#death
#LifeStruggles
#FeelingLost
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Span
The sand slips through my fingers.
I linger in my expansive thoughts,
caught in the thick actions of once lived.
Forgive me for being stuck in this pensive-
intensive journey; life has me rattled.
I battled my way through this before.
Deploring as I am surrounded,
hounded by what I wish to escape.
Landscapes play a role in my downfall.
I crawl, cursing Chronos for my imprisonment,
tormenting me to this hell.
Quelling my anxiety has become the past.
Lasting impressions of grains
drain through the space between my fingers. ...
I linger in my expansive thoughts,
caught in the thick actions of once lived.
Forgive me for being stuck in this pensive-
intensive journey; life has me rattled.
I battled my way through this before.
Deploring as I am surrounded,
hounded by what I wish to escape.
Landscapes play a role in my downfall.
I crawl, cursing Chronos for my imprisonment,
tormenting me to this hell.
Quelling my anxiety has become the past.
Lasting impressions of grains
drain through the space between my fingers. ...
#FeelingLost
#NaPoWriMo2023
#despair
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Again and Again
Feeling like I have something to gain,
I dust my pencil off again.
Some letters march to their end
because I have writer’s block again.
Other letters go against the grain;
they are looking to start a war again.
Banding together, they do what they intend;
now I am crying from what they said again.
Here I am harvesting my pain,
hoping to use it to fix myself again.
Making a stand, then I have to pretend
to get my bearings and have a grip again.
Seems organic, and I feel perfectly sane.
No, I do not want to fail again.
Yes, I...
I dust my pencil off again.
Some letters march to their end
because I have writer’s block again.
Other letters go against the grain;
they are looking to start a war again.
Banding together, they do what they intend;
now I am crying from what they said again.
Here I am harvesting my pain,
hoping to use it to fix myself again.
Making a stand, then I have to pretend
to get my bearings and have a grip again.
Seems organic, and I feel perfectly sane.
No, I do not want to fail again.
Yes, I...
#rhyming
#MentalHealth
#myself
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
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Poppy sweet drug
Poppy sweet drug
Is a plant that one can get fuck up?
Also a state flower
Dot no witch one
Once injected
You’re all jack up
Hate to come down
Pass the dope around
On the ground upside down
Unable to fine
A hole to blow cum in
Do the next best thing
Grab a hand
Pass the dope around
On a high
Want to fly
Pass the dope around
She lies down
Fuck like a clown
Pass the dope around
Now remember I be bozo
The fuck up clown
...
Is a plant that one can get fuck up?
Also a state flower
Dot no witch one
Once injected
You’re all jack up
Hate to come down
Pass the dope around
On the ground upside down
Unable to fine
A hole to blow cum in
Do the next best thing
Grab a hand
Pass the dope around
On a high
Want to fly
Pass the dope around
She lies down
Fuck like a clown
Pass the dope around
Now remember I be bozo
The fuck up clown
...
#FeelingLost
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Feeling Lost