Long Poems About Feeling Lost
#FeelingLost
Long poems about feeling lost. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Elenore
Poem Published
28th Sep 2022 4:06am
28th Sep 2022 4:06am
I Listen For Her Voice
In through the nose and out through the mouth.
As I exhale my chest falls.
As I inhale my heart awakens with an innocent feeling.
As my heart beats it creates an awakening. It is curious.
As my mind hesitates, it goes blank.
Air hunger steals my breath away. I can't breathe.
Once I hear her voice though, I am secure and grounded.
Her words stabilize my mind.
She takes time to experience her own soul.
Will I take the same care to experience my own soul?
She takes care to provide a...
As I exhale my chest falls.
As I inhale my heart awakens with an innocent feeling.
As my heart beats it creates an awakening. It is curious.
As my mind hesitates, it goes blank.
Air hunger steals my breath away. I can't breathe.
Once I hear her voice though, I am secure and grounded.
Her words stabilize my mind.
She takes time to experience her own soul.
Will I take the same care to experience my own soul?
She takes care to provide a...
#FeelingLost
#emotional
#passion
396 reads
4 Comments
RafaeldJdS010
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 7:47pm
26th Sep 2022 7:47pm
Change or Loss?
Have I changed?
I've come from hiding and blending in, to trying to be noticed and admired for what I do.
From silence to the bones, to spoken actions even tho silence always latches on.
I've come from indifferent and cold, to being taken on a midnight ride by my emotions.
Inactive and questioning, to active and not thinking too much.
I've come from being socially shy and attaching to quick, to practicing Non-Attachment with whoever I meet, while still connecting.
Caring and willing to change the world, to change and...
I've come from hiding and blending in, to trying to be noticed and admired for what I do.
From silence to the bones, to spoken actions even tho silence always latches on.
I've come from indifferent and cold, to being taken on a midnight ride by my emotions.
Inactive and questioning, to active and not thinking too much.
I've come from being socially shy and attaching to quick, to practicing Non-Attachment with whoever I meet, while still connecting.
Caring and willing to change the world, to change and...
#identity
#shadows
#SelfReflection #FeelingLost
#SelfReflection #FeelingLost
369 reads
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misterrerun
Poem Published
20th Aug 2022 7:55pm
20th Aug 2022 7:55pm
coming home is not the same as homecoming
you taught me to drink vodka straight from the bottle
that way, there was no excuse, no respite, you said
just a lingering immediacy, a heightened awareness
of the passage of time, elevated by the pain
coursing through the oesophagus, the gut:
sublime, epoch-defining: like the first fall of childhood,
the first time you are left behind after school
or when the whole class laughs at you;
or the first heartbreak
pain is but a soul strengthening recipe, you said
with plaintive eyes on the last day of summer...
that way, there was no excuse, no respite, you said
just a lingering immediacy, a heightened awareness
of the passage of time, elevated by the pain
coursing through the oesophagus, the gut:
sublime, epoch-defining: like the first fall of childhood,
the first time you are left behind after school
or when the whole class laughs at you;
or the first heartbreak
pain is but a soul strengthening recipe, you said
with plaintive eyes on the last day of summer...
#grief
#honesty
#FeelingLost
#denial
#wisdom
400 reads
8 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
7th Aug 2022 1:23am
7th Aug 2022 1:23am
The Power of Polarity
and the secrets of sequestering}
on the fringe
bordering the outskirts
far from normalcy,
is where i take harbor
sequestering myself away
shielded from prying eyes
stabbing lies,
prayers unanswered
and far too many scars
than wishes on stars
a permanent hermit
a fixture
a piece of furniture
a storied fable
a tale half told
your incandescence
envelopes my shivering hurt
long held in tears
escape down my cheeks ...
on the fringe
bordering the outskirts
far from normalcy,
is where i take harbor
sequestering myself away
shielded from prying eyes
stabbing lies,
prayers unanswered
and far too many scars
than wishes on stars
a permanent hermit
a fixture
a piece of furniture
a storied fable
a tale half told
your incandescence
envelopes my shivering hurt
long held in tears
escape down my cheeks ...
#BDSM
#FeelingLost
#suffering
#acceptance
#erotic
989 reads
63 Comments
bowieboii
Poem Published
15th May 2022 5:36am
15th May 2022 5:36am
Reset
What am I doing here?
Nothing really seems to make much sense
How have I found my soul
Living in such ignorance?
Is there anything I can do?
Is there anything I can say?
Is there anything I can do?
To hit reset on
This game I'm playing
(So-called "reality"
It’s pure insanity)
What is this world I’m in?
My God, what’s happening?
What is this world I’m in?
Tell me what is happening
In this existence
Tell me, what is happening?
Is there anything I can...
Nothing really seems to make much sense
How have I found my soul
Living in such ignorance?
Is there anything I can do?
Is there anything I can say?
Is there anything I can do?
To hit reset on
This game I'm playing
(So-called "reality"
It’s pure insanity)
What is this world I’m in?
My God, what’s happening?
What is this world I’m in?
Tell me what is happening
In this existence
Tell me, what is happening?
Is there anything I can...
#TruthOfLife
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
612 reads
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
6th May 2022 3:30am
6th May 2022 3:30am
HIV - 92 (1992, Galveston Island, Texas)
5 a m
lost adrift
here again
in the wee hours
of early morning
im not surprised
at all
for its not
the first night
nor first time
outer and inner traumas
have combined
to link up into
these heavy
knotted chains
ive stayed up
all night
feeling unable
to set myself free from
much less
sufficiently describe
unable to unlock
break or escape
until hour after hour
of all these
nights without sleep
have all lapsed
slipped sleeplessly away ...
lost adrift
here again
in the wee hours
of early morning
im not surprised
at all
for its not
the first night
nor first time
outer and inner traumas
have combined
to link up into
these heavy
knotted chains
ive stayed up
all night
feeling unable
to set myself free from
much less
sufficiently describe
unable to unlock
break or escape
until hour after hour
of all these
nights without sleep
have all lapsed
slipped sleeplessly away ...
#death
#despair
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
#fear
290 reads
2 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
13th Oct 2021 5:27pm
13th Oct 2021 5:27pm
ALL OF A SUDDEN
Buried and still breathing inside this sand dune..
Show me the new things that you know under this shining sun..
We are sighting this moon at noon..
So, tell me all the new things which you know under a shining sun..
Inside this grave me and all these creatures lying you all know this Canned Sardines..
Inside here, right here am their Prison Warden..
Relentlessly praying and sobbing at the same time to one day touch the door steps of Eden's Garden..
While this got written I don't actually...
Show me the new things that you know under this shining sun..
We are sighting this moon at noon..
So, tell me all the new things which you know under a shining sun..
Inside this grave me and all these creatures lying you all know this Canned Sardines..
Inside here, right here am their Prison Warden..
Relentlessly praying and sobbing at the same time to one day touch the door steps of Eden's Garden..
While this got written I don't actually...
#confessional
#confusion
#FeelingLost
600 reads
7 Comments
HeidiC
Hyde
Hyde
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2021 2:08pm
3rd Oct 2021 2:08pm
Unreachable
She was having a certain level of difficulty discerning the exact moment it had started. She knew it started somewhere…everything else did. Maybe it had been during the summer that she could not smile. Not even if she had wanted to. Everyone smiles every now and then- she didn’t…not for a year. If she had, I think her face would have cracked like a hunk of dried clay turned brittle. Heavy & cumbersome- it fit her well in her perdition.
Clay hell.
It wouldn’t even be a blessing in disguise as I might have hoped for had I cared enough. No. It would just have broken apart and...
Clay hell.
It wouldn’t even be a blessing in disguise as I might have hoped for had I cared enough. No. It would just have broken apart and...
#myself
#confusion
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
457 reads
2 Comments
Darkpoetria
Poem Published
25th Aug 2021 00:39am
25th Aug 2021 00:39am
How do you...
How do you love me in all my undeserving and never having touched a single fallen curl now resting on my breast? The thought you put into those things that are the bringers of my happiness spanning over the torment and the rough of oceans... How do you drown in this so hopeful?
How does your mind know my own, how does it know to love me to my fall? How? Tell me...
I feel you're wanting me, like the winds against my skin before a tropical storm. I feel you're missing me like hunger starves the hungry. I taste your fervor on the tip of a wet pen's write and know not how you do...
How does your mind know my own, how does it know to love me to my fall? How? Tell me...
I feel you're wanting me, like the winds against my skin before a tropical storm. I feel you're missing me like hunger starves the hungry. I taste your fervor on the tip of a wet pen's write and know not how you do...
#love
#FeelingLost
465 reads
0 Comments
DreamIllusions
Poem Published
29th Jul 2021 2:31am
29th Jul 2021 2:31am
The Boneyard
We lay mangled
By some unseen hand
Well, I saw it
I don’t know if you did
Did you see your lion?
I turn my head
I can’t make eye contact
You walk away
Always stronger than I
No one can see what we carry
No one can see what we hold
It is as dark as the darkest night
I know, cliché right?
But really…
Some dark nights offer respite
When the lions don’t come
But some dark nights just let them come
Who’s really in charge?
I can’t raise my arms
I can’t move my legs
So, I surely cannot walk away ...
By some unseen hand
Well, I saw it
I don’t know if you did
Did you see your lion?
I turn my head
I can’t make eye contact
You walk away
Always stronger than I
No one can see what we carry
No one can see what we hold
It is as dark as the darkest night
I know, cliché right?
But really…
Some dark nights offer respite
When the lions don’t come
But some dark nights just let them come
Who’s really in charge?
I can’t raise my arms
I can’t move my legs
So, I surely cannot walk away ...
#secrets
#abuse
#despair
#FeelingLost
#hurt
387 reads
5 Comments
CosiestPrism273
Poem Published
16th Jul 2021 10:34pm
16th Jul 2021 10:34pm
Broken
My head is pounding
The noise resounding
My heart is racing
Some sleep I'm chasing
To feel okay
For one whole day
To feel awake
And never break
I can't survive
Or run and hide
From all this pain
This hurricane
Of emotion and headaches
The falling of the snowflakes
The devil creates my prison
The darkness has arisen
The monster inside of me
These chains, I'm never free
Torn apart by life itself
Stuck within my inner hell
I try to dream
I...
The noise resounding
My heart is racing
Some sleep I'm chasing
To feel okay
For one whole day
To feel awake
And never break
I can't survive
Or run and hide
From all this pain
This hurricane
Of emotion and headaches
The falling of the snowflakes
The devil creates my prison
The darkness has arisen
The monster inside of me
These chains, I'm never free
Torn apart by life itself
Stuck within my inner hell
I try to dream
I...
#confessional
#despair
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
#emotional
666 reads
2 Comments
congress
Poem Published
10th Jul 2021 11:07pm
10th Jul 2021 11:07pm
Coronavirus: "Is it euphemism for Satanism?"
"The earth is round," said the scientists, which we believed because we didn't have tools to prove it.
"Strengthen the pound," said the economists. We debated, but we were propelled to screw up the truth.
Priests, reverends, and congregants were given time off from church; politicians were preaching!
The Beast never heard and "cognizantly" took off the church. Godly Christians are pleading!
Our church leaders are no longer teaching about God.
Our church leaders have subconsciously, if not...
"Strengthen the pound," said the economists. We debated, but we were propelled to screw up the truth.
Priests, reverends, and congregants were given time off from church; politicians were preaching!
The Beast never heard and "cognizantly" took off the church. Godly Christians are pleading!
Our church leaders are no longer teaching about God.
Our church leaders have subconsciously, if not...
#heartbroken
#earth
#TruthOfLife
#frustration
#FeelingLost
604 reads
3 Comments
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