Least Read Poems About Feeling Lost
#FeelingLost
Least read poems about feeling lost. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
30th Nov 2022 1:10am
30th Nov 2022 1:10am
Beautiful Lady
Everything I want to do, I can hear someone
Whispering, telling me I shouldn’t
One moment of pleasure and it’s all over
Beautiful lady, run for your life
Whispering, telling me I shouldn’t
One moment of pleasure and it’s all over
Beautiful lady, run for your life
#FeelingLost
#SelfDiscovery
13 reads
0 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
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
29th Nov 2022 4:31am
29th Nov 2022 4:31am
Seoul
Oh, my Seoul,
From a distance,
Monochrome;
A single way, and
A thousand miles, and
At times this bridge
Seems a thousand miles
To me,
Though right next door,
This painfully familiar
DMZ.
Give me Yeosu,
Where the waves are gentle on the shore;
Or some Hanok Village,
Where I might momentarily forget
My every
Heavy, stark regret;
But no,
I can’t resist the song
Welling up within my Seoul;
And while I Can’t
(Necessarily) Stop Me,
Oh, sweet...
From a distance,
Monochrome;
A single way, and
A thousand miles, and
At times this bridge
Seems a thousand miles
To me,
Though right next door,
This painfully familiar
DMZ.
Give me Yeosu,
Where the waves are gentle on the shore;
Or some Hanok Village,
Where I might momentarily forget
My every
Heavy, stark regret;
But no,
I can’t resist the song
Welling up within my Seoul;
And while I Can’t
(Necessarily) Stop Me,
Oh, sweet...
#love
#grief
#hope #FeelingLost
#hope #FeelingLost
30 reads
0 Comments
Sterling7147
__
__
Poem Published
12th Nov 2022 3:35am
12th Nov 2022 3:35am
Gone
Gone
*******
We are going to that man's house,
we don't want to of course,
but after much discourse with the children's service director,
we have no choice.
We don't know him,
Mum and dad never spoke of him.
But apparently he's a hermit.
Apparently he hasn't left his manor in 10 years,
and now here's
his brothers three kids, knocking on his door.
We were dropped off at the street of this drive,
told to go under the bridge,
and take a right at the fork in the road.
No one to help us carry our load,
my...
*******
We are going to that man's house,
we don't want to of course,
but after much discourse with the children's service director,
we have no choice.
We don't know him,
Mum and dad never spoke of him.
But apparently he's a hermit.
Apparently he hasn't left his manor in 10 years,
and now here's
his brothers three kids, knocking on his door.
We were dropped off at the street of this drive,
told to go under the bridge,
and take a right at the fork in the road.
No one to help us carry our load,
my...
#FeelingLost
#NewYear
34 reads
0 Comments
a_piscean_dream
T
T
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2022 5:51am
2nd Dec 2022 5:51am
Out of Time
Granted a month's worth of potential
Let us begin the end
Fresh weeks of opportunity
Here now, and never again
An "X" marks the spot on another day in the life
Will the dwindling hours bring about peace and joy?
Or sorrow and strife?
Minutes blur together as desperation increases
Seconds remain to get things together
Frantically gathering scattered pieces
Milliseconds linger
Unsure of how this will go
Either way, I resist
Giving up the obsession with each new year's prying glow
Let us begin the end
Fresh weeks of opportunity
Here now, and never again
An "X" marks the spot on another day in the life
Will the dwindling hours bring about peace and joy?
Or sorrow and strife?
Minutes blur together as desperation increases
Seconds remain to get things together
Frantically gathering scattered pieces
Milliseconds linger
Unsure of how this will go
Either way, I resist
Giving up the obsession with each new year's prying glow
#FeelingLost
#escape
#healing #bittersweet
#healing #bittersweet
37 reads
1 Comment
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
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
Nilknarfar
Poem Published
28th Nov 2022 1:45pm
28th Nov 2022 1:45pm
Tear Stained Glass
Gazing down the road again
Breeze blowing light rain against the window
Her wet eyes see what they need to see
My god here he comes!
A lover’s caring fingers wiped her rain away
Cruel delusion
Sweet elation
Turns to blurry mud
Again
Hot mercury streaking down tear stained glass
Her age old eyes of marble
Soaked in lighter fluid
Someday she’ll stop pacing
Someday she’ll stop watching
Someday she’ll stop burning
Soon as she gives up hope
Hope is need
Hope is promise
Hope...
Breeze blowing light rain against the window
Her wet eyes see what they need to see
My god here he comes!
A lover’s caring fingers wiped her rain away
Cruel delusion
Sweet elation
Turns to blurry mud
Again
Hot mercury streaking down tear stained glass
Her age old eyes of marble
Soaked in lighter fluid
Someday she’ll stop pacing
Someday she’ll stop watching
Someday she’ll stop burning
Soon as she gives up hope
Hope is need
Hope is promise
Hope...
#rejection
#UnrequitedLove
#despair
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
45 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Feeling Lost
Page:
