Least Read Poems About Feeling Lost
#FeelingLost
Least read poems about feeling lost. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
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
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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
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cloventongue89
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2021 8:54am
2nd Jan 2021 8:54am
A Full and Empty Room
Every other day I rearrange this room
I live in a place I call home
And yet without you here it feels like a tomb
I search for a picture in the routine
To illustrate my yearning for something unseen
Caught in this waiting game of survival
Am I living or dying for the dream?
Photographs taken to canvas these walls
At the sight of you my countenance falls
Keeping myself occupied in the off time
My delay of the inevitable, as weeks begin
I come and go and rearrange this room...
I live in a place I call home
And yet without you here it feels like a tomb
I search for a picture in the routine
To illustrate my yearning for something unseen
Caught in this waiting game of survival
Am I living or dying for the dream?
Photographs taken to canvas these walls
At the sight of you my countenance falls
Keeping myself occupied in the off time
My delay of the inevitable, as weeks begin
I come and go and rearrange this room...
#love
#depression
#grief
#mother
#FeelingLost
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Lilwtfl
Poem Published
24th Dec 2020 4:15pm
24th Dec 2020 4:15pm
Wasted
Wasted time
Wasted love
Unforgiving moments
Love lost
In a space
Trapped in time
Lost souls
Without a heart
Death do us part
Live to be evil
But without knowing
Able to breath
But we believe it
But can’t see it
Gods word spoken
Books
Songs
Poems
Life
Videos
But can’t see it
But why don’t we believe.
Whispers in my head
As the night fades
Almost died
Hate is to be evil
As the devil laughs
Not happy
Within my self
Fighting the good...
Wasted love
Unforgiving moments
Love lost
In a space
Trapped in time
Lost souls
Without a heart
Death do us part
Live to be evil
But without knowing
Able to breath
But we believe it
But can’t see it
Gods word spoken
Books
Songs
Poems
Life
Videos
But can’t see it
But why don’t we believe.
Whispers in my head
As the night fades
Almost died
Hate is to be evil
As the devil laughs
Not happy
Within my self
Fighting the good...
#FeelingLost
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DevilsChild
Poem Published
11th Jan 2021 10:33am
11th Jan 2021 10:33am
The Pursuit of a Feeling
fuck this fluff shit
I'm sailing out to sea
leaving a place that used to mean
everything to me
long ago it was filled with artistry
sounds of magic bursted though the speakers
moving my body with old lovers
shaking it to the ground
we thought the fun would never stop
surely it could only get better
but we were wrong
I think the last of the sweet fruit
has been plucked
the music was stripped
cheapened and sold for nickels
best to fake a smile
you can't play realism at the clubs
no county for old men
this...
I'm sailing out to sea
leaving a place that used to mean
everything to me
long ago it was filled with artistry
sounds of magic bursted though the speakers
moving my body with old lovers
shaking it to the ground
we thought the fun would never stop
surely it could only get better
but we were wrong
I think the last of the sweet fruit
has been plucked
the music was stripped
cheapened and sold for nickels
best to fake a smile
you can't play realism at the clubs
no county for old men
this...
#music
#FeelingLost
23 reads
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
10th Jan 2021 4:29am
10th Jan 2021 4:29am
A Home For Loveless, Yet Optimystique, Cosmopolitinarians
apostrophic
(lightweight)
telegraphy
semaphore
sent a mess
age to Who-Knows-Where-City. A municipality on the
northeastern wedge'like spit of land known as
Psortic Gostphallia.
to have come so far for so very little,
is one of the great shames of this
dramatic civility
that's been shoved, pushed,...
(lightweight)
telegraphy
semaphore
sent a mess
age to Who-Knows-Where-City. A municipality on the
northeastern wedge'like spit of land known as
Psortic Gostphallia.
to have come so far for so very little,
is one of the great shames of this
dramatic civility
that's been shoved, pushed,...
#heartbroken
#home
#city
#sea
#FeelingLost
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Ronethone
Kieron
Kieron
Poem Published
9th Jan 2021 12:21pm
9th Jan 2021 12:21pm
Broken Compass
How do you find someone?
Find a soul mate?
Because I thought she was the one
But I only loved the idea of her.
I loved the cracks in her face when she smiled
Yet, hated them when she frowned
That soul was occasionally lost
And when I found it, the magnetism was God
Turning on the compass
I went south and found atheism
No love lost when my eyes close to you
The sight and sense that nothing of true
Plasticine cast bent to what I need, for me
Edges curved to slide you out
Like spit and venom, spat poetry ...
Find a soul mate?
Because I thought she was the one
But I only loved the idea of her.
I loved the cracks in her face when she smiled
Yet, hated them when she frowned
That soul was occasionally lost
And when I found it, the magnetism was God
Turning on the compass
I went south and found atheism
No love lost when my eyes close to you
The sight and sense that nothing of true
Plasticine cast bent to what I need, for me
Edges curved to slide you out
Like spit and venom, spat poetry ...
#love
#FeelingLost
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Witchywindy
Poem Published
4th Jan 2021 5:21am
4th Jan 2021 5:21am
The beach
Rhythmic sounds of the ocean waves crashing on the shore
The warm salty breeze across my face and through my curls
The sun beating down on my skin as Im laying on my beach towel and soaking in the rays
The smell of Hawaiian tropics oil
I can see my heart beat on my chest
The music playing as I play in the sand with my feet its so relaxing
I take my hand and draw your name in the sand over and over with a heart
Every so often I hear a sea gull go by, The sound of the waves help me to let go of some of my anxiety.
But no matter what, where and when you...
The warm salty breeze across my face and through my curls
The sun beating down on my skin as Im laying on my beach towel and soaking in the rays
The smell of Hawaiian tropics oil
I can see my heart beat on my chest
The music playing as I play in the sand with my feet its so relaxing
I take my hand and draw your name in the sand over and over with a heart
Every so often I hear a sea gull go by, The sound of the waves help me to let go of some of my anxiety.
But no matter what, where and when you...
#grief
#loneliness
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
26 reads
7 Comments
Lilwtfl
Poem Published
29th Dec 2020 3:50am
29th Dec 2020 3:50am
Thoughts
Suicidal
Lost thoughts
Trapped in a box
Without the key
Mind gone
Going crazy
Running away
Trying to ease the pain
But it never seems to last
Most mornings
Same dreams
Ends same way
hope it ends
One day
Mind gone
Lost thoughts
Soul gone
Damage done
Emotionally detached
Everything
Everyone
But one
Everyday
End the same way
Wanna go
I try
But can’t seem to find
Memories on memories
Don’t remember the good
Natural thing
Only bad ...
Lost thoughts
Trapped in a box
Without the key
Mind gone
Going crazy
Running away
Trying to ease the pain
But it never seems to last
Most mornings
Same dreams
Ends same way
hope it ends
One day
Mind gone
Lost thoughts
Soul gone
Damage done
Emotionally detached
Everything
Everyone
But one
Everyday
End the same way
Wanna go
I try
But can’t seem to find
Memories on memories
Don’t remember the good
Natural thing
Only bad ...
#FeelingLost
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CandyNewMoon
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2021 4:07pm
3rd Jan 2021 4:07pm
Voices in My Head
Dear Voices in My Head,
We have a problem.
It was fine when you would pipe up to speak of the unfairness of it all - you would encourage me to fight. BUT now you have turned on me!
The other day when I could not think of one redeeming thing I had done in my life... it scared me to my very core. How was it possible that I who am always helping those less fortunate could not think of ONE single thing!
Instead of helping me to think of those moments when I did a kind deed or even utter a kind word - all I heard was how worthless and inept I was.
We have a problem.
It was fine when you would pipe up to speak of the unfairness of it all - you would encourage me to fight. BUT now you have turned on me!
The other day when I could not think of one redeeming thing I had done in my life... it scared me to my very core. How was it possible that I who am always helping those less fortunate could not think of ONE single thing!
Instead of helping me to think of those moments when I did a kind deed or even utter a kind word - all I heard was how worthless and inept I was.
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#SelfWorth
29 reads
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XiaoLong
Poem Published
6th Jan 2021 3:18pm
6th Jan 2021 3:18pm
Madness of a Beauty Queen
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
for a live that’s empty it ain’t no river
It’s loveliness increases; it will never
a chill down the spine, the soul will shiver
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
relive the emptiness, you shall weep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
the cover of moonlight and stars, memories in too deep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing,
the pain, the sorrow and the hurt, like a ball I’m wrecking
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
yet, it’s fills with...
for a live that’s empty it ain’t no river
It’s loveliness increases; it will never
a chill down the spine, the soul will shiver
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
relive the emptiness, you shall weep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
the cover of moonlight and stars, memories in too deep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing,
the pain, the sorrow and the hurt, like a ball I’m wrecking
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
yet, it’s fills with...
#love
#loneliness
#confusion #FeelingLost
#confusion #FeelingLost
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jessica_orr
Jessica Orr
Jessica Orr
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2021 6:28am
3rd Jan 2021 6:28am
never-day thoughts
time came to an end;
the form was pay now-
i had exactly what i put in.
when i think of many days;
stomach to bed; cigarettes-
law firm stuffy-
will i die here?
the gods say,"bask & suffer,
and feel life;
regret nothing as you will be
back"
i sleep and
dream
i have enough socked away.
the form was pay now-
i had exactly what i put in.
when i think of many days;
stomach to bed; cigarettes-
law firm stuffy-
will i die here?
the gods say,"bask & suffer,
and feel life;
regret nothing as you will be
back"
i sleep and
dream
i have enough socked away.
#loneliness
#breakup
#FeelingLost #fear
#FeelingLost #fear
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Feeling Lost
