Least Read Poems About Feeling Lost
#FeelingLost
Least read poems about feeling lost. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
Bluefall44
Kera Daniels
Kera Daniels
Poem Published
8th Sep 2019 6:41pm
8th Sep 2019 6:41pm
Confused
I don't understand
I filled a command
but now I'm hurt
My face is in the dirt.
I want to be mad
but I am just sad.
I can't even feel a thing
I'm numb
I'm hurt
and even though this doesn't rhyme
it's still what's going through my mind
Have a good day
there's not much to say.
I filled a command
but now I'm hurt
My face is in the dirt.
I want to be mad
but I am just sad.
I can't even feel a thing
I'm numb
I'm hurt
and even though this doesn't rhyme
it's still what's going through my mind
Have a good day
there's not much to say.
#FeelingLost
14 reads
1 Comment
Stanhoven
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 7:14pm
15th Sep 2019 7:14pm
A Door Closes
The nights grow dark
The nights grow darker
The nights grow... Black
Black as coal
Cold as an arctic wind...
howling...
thru a moonless night
Black to fade, fade to an empty dark
The curtain drawn
The nights grow darker
The nights grow... Black
Black as coal
Cold as an arctic wind...
howling...
thru a moonless night
Black to fade, fade to an empty dark
The curtain drawn
#dark
#frustration
#despair #FeelingLost
#despair #FeelingLost
16 reads
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bunta
Poem Published
11th Sep 2019 3:53pm
11th Sep 2019 3:53pm
pieces
Paranoid
I
Blow
into
pieces
unknown
I
Blow
into
pieces
unknown
#FeelingLost
21 reads
1 Comment
DecipherMe
Poem Published
14th Sep 2019 8:49am
14th Sep 2019 8:49am
The Carbonaceous, in Summary of Celestial Cocaine and our Dejection
Mr. Triple Alpha in the soul of Señora Red,
at the shell casings of positron powder...
The methane funneled through pipes from a sealed block real estate of carbon sludging to liquids
at the fill of blooming apostasies of pathogenic relatives of leprosy,
recalling the East Asian to her professor,
"we are all stardust": the mold spotted Klinex and sun peeled lubricant tube
and urban cow patties, where shit doesn't molt into dhalias at the slap of diarrheas.
In the beginning of the age of this universe where our existence...
at the shell casings of positron powder...
The methane funneled through pipes from a sealed block real estate of carbon sludging to liquids
at the fill of blooming apostasies of pathogenic relatives of leprosy,
recalling the East Asian to her professor,
"we are all stardust": the mold spotted Klinex and sun peeled lubricant tube
and urban cow patties, where shit doesn't molt into dhalias at the slap of diarrheas.
In the beginning of the age of this universe where our existence...
#earth
#universe
#nature
#FeelingLost
#apathy
29 reads
3 Comments
BabydoII
Itty Bitty
Itty Bitty
Poem Published
13th Sep 2019 9:16am
13th Sep 2019 9:16am
Feeling 100...
They say you gotta wait
'Til your old and grey
To see all of your friends decay
And most of your family pass away
But hey
Twenty seven never felt so old
And it only gets worse, I'm constantly told
Is it 'cause I've done way too much
Too early
Now I'm bored and out of touch
Or surely...
It's the disease I was born with that makes me tired
Winding up each day just to feel inspired
While everyone else pretends mortality is a myth
Playing with past traumas as if there isn't always ...
'Til your old and grey
To see all of your friends decay
And most of your family pass away
But hey
Twenty seven never felt so old
And it only gets worse, I'm constantly told
Is it 'cause I've done way too much
Too early
Now I'm bored and out of touch
Or surely...
It's the disease I was born with that makes me tired
Winding up each day just to feel inspired
While everyone else pretends mortality is a myth
Playing with past traumas as if there isn't always ...
#death
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost #emptiness
#FeelingLost #emptiness
33 reads
4 Comments
Mordem
Poem Published
13th Sep 2019 5:48pm
13th Sep 2019 5:48pm
Small Rant
Beautiful isn't it? This world and all in it, but what about those shunned from it? The small scars, the sweet pinch, as that soft Melody of madness comes in, it sings, it wants, it delivers to me, the things I can only hope to see, a loving mother once here now gone, strung up before the eyes of God, father lost to his ways, drowning in poisons that took him away. Then there's this thing, what could only be me, broken by failed tries at trying to be happy. No love, but plenty of lust, for something more than a 5 minute fuck. No heart, but a abyss that swallows me whole and drowns me in...
#dark
#freedom
#FeelingLost
34 reads
6 Comments
RByron418
Poem Published
5th Sep 2019 3:12am
5th Sep 2019 3:12am
love by numbers
salvation by rank and love by numbers.edit this.wait.first
come first serve.or i first serve and come last.tee hee.
what are you saving your skin for.exactly.theres a new face
making a better offer to me.your perfection has made you obsolete.you see.
i think you are mechanical/plastic non-biodegradalbe peices.i think the only real flesh you have left is rotting between your legs
even as i keep typing periods.............editoutname.is a flagrant example of self-inflicted exile.wanted "un" prefix fix the word to its proper state.pushes away.
then...
come first serve.or i first serve and come last.tee hee.
what are you saving your skin for.exactly.theres a new face
making a better offer to me.your perfection has made you obsolete.you see.
i think you are mechanical/plastic non-biodegradalbe peices.i think the only real flesh you have left is rotting between your legs
even as i keep typing periods.............editoutname.is a flagrant example of self-inflicted exile.wanted "un" prefix fix the word to its proper state.pushes away.
then...
#relationships
#conflict
#confusion #FeelingLost
#confusion #FeelingLost
39 reads
1 Comment
Kandicejohnson
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 11:30am
12th Sep 2019 11:30am
Loud Darknes
The loud darkness
Within my heart
Is dimming the light inside
Echos of death
Closing all the doors
Trapping me
In this obscurity
Where no one is home
Wondering if I'll get out alive
Crying alone
In the infinite dark
Terrifying whispers
Consuming my thoughts
Trembling as fear
Dominates my mind
I am afaraid
There's nothing left
Of me to be saved
Remaining lost
In this dark eternity
As a memory
Of an infinite light shattered then
Consumed by the loud darkness ...
Within my heart
Is dimming the light inside
Echos of death
Closing all the doors
Trapping me
In this obscurity
Where no one is home
Wondering if I'll get out alive
Crying alone
In the infinite dark
Terrifying whispers
Consuming my thoughts
Trembling as fear
Dominates my mind
I am afaraid
There's nothing left
Of me to be saved
Remaining lost
In this dark eternity
As a memory
Of an infinite light shattered then
Consumed by the loud darkness ...
#dark
#scary
#FeelingLost #FeelingTrapped
#FeelingLost #FeelingTrapped
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Amanacer
Poem Published
26th Jun 2019 10:53pm
26th Jun 2019 10:53pm
Gypsy Queen
She is a gypsy through and through
Dressed in emerald green
Her gift is foretelling your future
Yet hers remains unseen
Beautify gypsy why do you cry
The universe has something for you
A greater purpose is your destiny
If only you really knew
Your power lies in the cards
The future has yet to be revealed
The day is coming soon
When the gypsy will be healed
Upon her head a golden crown
Ethereal is her light
Struggling between wrong and right
Sometimes clouds her sight
Wait and see gypsy...
Dressed in emerald green
Her gift is foretelling your future
Yet hers remains unseen
Beautify gypsy why do you cry
The universe has something for you
A greater purpose is your destiny
If only you really knew
Your power lies in the cards
The future has yet to be revealed
The day is coming soon
When the gypsy will be healed
Upon her head a golden crown
Ethereal is her light
Struggling between wrong and right
Sometimes clouds her sight
Wait and see gypsy...
#FeelingLost
40 reads
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Xia
Poem Published
5th Jul 2019 11:08pm
5th Jul 2019 11:08pm
Apathy
Mindlessly drivin’, coin flip decisions..
Splinting my mind into fractions and divisions..
Do I see ghosts or prophetic visions.?
Contemplating my life on the edge of a high-rise where its just me and the pigeons
Formidably fighting fates fury…
Honourably honing hastes hurry…
Joyfully adjudicating judge ‘n jury…
Wagging war with woeful worry…
Step back from and clear some space in my mind.
Make my own mistakes, ‘cuz it’s better than being led by the blind.
As I try to make heads or tails or these lemmings conducting the daily...
Splinting my mind into fractions and divisions..
Do I see ghosts or prophetic visions.?
Contemplating my life on the edge of a high-rise where its just me and the pigeons
Formidably fighting fates fury…
Honourably honing hastes hurry…
Joyfully adjudicating judge ‘n jury…
Wagging war with woeful worry…
Step back from and clear some space in my mind.
Make my own mistakes, ‘cuz it’s better than being led by the blind.
As I try to make heads or tails or these lemmings conducting the daily...
#FeelingLost
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 10:14pm
12th Sep 2019 10:14pm
Autumn Dusk
silver shadows sweep the shore
blending with the mist
the sea silent
virtually unseen in the dark
rain spits across the sand
a downpour
the start of a gale
the hours pass
dawn, a new day
the people are cold and hungry
they carry torches and flasks
as they search for the missing couple
blending with the mist
the sea silent
virtually unseen in the dark
rain spits across the sand
a downpour
the start of a gale
the hours pass
dawn, a new day
the people are cold and hungry
they carry torches and flasks
as they search for the missing couple
#anxiety
#night
#FeelingLost
42 reads
7 Comments
FireHeart
Poem Published
14th Jun 2019 8:10pm
14th Jun 2019 8:10pm
... lost
I have grown lonely
I have grown weary
I have grown away...
Away from it all...
Myself..
I am lost....
...
...
I have grown weary
I have grown away...
Away from it all...
Myself..
I am lost....
...
...
#FeelingLost
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1 Comment
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