Least Read Poems About Feeling Lost
#FeelingLost
Least read poems about feeling lost. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2024 12:27pm
23rd Aug 2024 12:27pm
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
11 reads
6 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
28th Aug 2017 00:18am
28th Aug 2017 00:18am
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
17 reads
7 Comments
hackerstacker
Poem Published
14th Dec 2018 2:04am
14th Dec 2018 2:04am
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
20 reads
1 Comment
Ljdynamic
Poem Published
13th Apr 2023 3:51am
13th Apr 2023 3:51am
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
28 reads
10 Comments
Ljdynamic
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2024 2:37am
22nd Mar 2024 2:37am
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
35 reads
23 Comments
hackerstacker
Poem Published
18th Sep 2018 4:41am
18th Sep 2018 4:41am
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
42 reads
0 Comments
Ljdynamic
Poem Published
11th Sep 2021 5:05pm
11th Sep 2021 5:05pm
Muted
As I endure alone, I think.
Shadows flow around me, taunting.
Frightened words do not formulate.
I am left drowning in the ink.
Bold thoughts gather but quickly shrink.
The effort put forth is daunting.
Words pile up, becoming dead weight.
I am left drowning in the ink.
Hoping to see, I do not blink.
I gaze, and it leaves me wanting.
Why does my expression negate?
I am left drowning in the ink.
Steadily I silently sink.
Formless expression is haunting,
and the words become serrated.
I am left drowning...
Shadows flow around me, taunting.
Frightened words do not formulate.
I am left drowning in the ink.
Bold thoughts gather but quickly shrink.
The effort put forth is daunting.
Words pile up, becoming dead weight.
I am left drowning in the ink.
Hoping to see, I do not blink.
I gaze, and it leaves me wanting.
Why does my expression negate?
I am left drowning in the ink.
Steadily I silently sink.
Formless expression is haunting,
and the words become serrated.
I am left drowning...
#dark
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry #FeelingLost
#WritingPoetry #FeelingLost
42 reads
MalcolmG
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 1:17am
23rd Jan 2025 1:17am
Echoes in the Dark
Why does it feel like I’m lost again?
Drowning beneath my thoughts again.
Why can’t I seem to escape this chain?
Every shadow feels the same.
Why’s it feel like the ground’s giving way?
Every move’s just a trap that I’ve made.
Got my mind locked tight, like a cage of flames,
Every step’s just a march through the pain.
Neon lights hum with a haunting sound,
Concrete walls feel like they’re closing down.
Yeah, they close in slow
And I know what it’s like to stand alone,
In a war with a voice that...
Drowning beneath my thoughts again.
Why can’t I seem to escape this chain?
Every shadow feels the same.
Why’s it feel like the ground’s giving way?
Every move’s just a trap that I’ve made.
Got my mind locked tight, like a cage of flames,
Every step’s just a march through the pain.
Neon lights hum with a haunting sound,
Concrete walls feel like they’re closing down.
Yeah, they close in slow
And I know what it’s like to stand alone,
In a war with a voice that...
#FeelingLost
#LifeChangingMoment
42 reads
0 Comments
hackerstacker
Poem Published
14th Sep 2018 1:39am
14th Sep 2018 1:39am
Seeding
Seeding
Finding the spot to hoe
Got to put it in a row
Barred the seed
Put in a pole
To mark what in the row
Pussy willows
Again a pole
Marked
Passion fruit
Again a pole
Marked
Sweet pees
Again a pole
Marked
Forbidden fruit
Again a pole
Marked
Sweet cherries
Again a pole
Marked
Fucking hands off Cummings only
By hackerstacker
Finding the spot to hoe
Got to put it in a row
Barred the seed
Put in a pole
To mark what in the row
Pussy willows
Again a pole
Marked
Passion fruit
Again a pole
Marked
Sweet pees
Again a pole
Marked
Forbidden fruit
Again a pole
Marked
Sweet cherries
Again a pole
Marked
Fucking hands off Cummings only
By hackerstacker
#heartbroken
#FeelingLost
44 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 00:41am
23rd Jan 2025 00:41am
Fading into the shadows
There will come a moment in our lives that we can find ourselves, in a place that has the ability to step in your own mind. THOUGHTS and insight as it will affect you in ways, that grabs at your own thoughts and reaching, into your own subconsciousness of which there is nothing, there to see nor feel but the feel of darkness lingering in the shadows of the dark. 🌑 Yet you start to feel that you are going deeper than deep, into fading into the deepness of the shadows of the darkness. THAT it seems that there is no escaping, into deepness of the heart and spiritual soul, with it's...
#emptiness
#FeelingLost
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
48 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 9:25pm
22nd Jan 2025 9:25pm
It's a sad day for dreams
Here we are going through the same situations, that seems that they will never gonna change, for the betterment of life. AS we slowly yet uncover that what we see and hear is nothing more and nothing less of the truth. Just constantly being destroyed and filled with more of life's things, that are involved in disappointment in what we see is still broken. Beyond repair yet there is certainly nothing, but chaos and drama and madness of confusion still eating away, at the world. For sure it's a sad day for the world and life, that definitely comes with it's share of truth of the lies, of the...
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#LifeStruggles
#sadness
#suffering
50 reads
0 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
4th Jul 2024 12:44pm
4th Jul 2024 12:44pm
Lost Cashmere
I hunger for warmth
Yet I have been starved out
Did not comprehend or recognize
The meaning of your embrace
Safe, warm, and lulled in security
I was told this is love
I burrowed deep not wanting to
Lose it
Lose love
In the end,
I did.
Yet I have been starved out
Did not comprehend or recognize
The meaning of your embrace
Safe, warm, and lulled in security
I was told this is love
I burrowed deep not wanting to
Lose it
Lose love
In the end,
I did.
#FeelingLost
#love
51 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Feeling Lost
