Long Poems About Feeling Lost
#FeelingLost
Long poems about feeling lost. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Bad Luck
You chose to act against common sense, defying what you knew was best
Placing lust before a proper dose of skeptical analysis
Holding on to unreliable self-evaluations,
blinded in this age of anguish
You weighed your value falsely and quit relying on my guidance
I count on you to discover your truth, leaving all I love to chance
Two kindred souls, built imperfect by design
Our viewpoints are so aligned or at least I thought so
We’re doomed to inevitably destroy ourselves chasing inadequate desires
I only say all this to be honest...
Placing lust before a proper dose of skeptical analysis
Holding on to unreliable self-evaluations,
blinded in this age of anguish
You weighed your value falsely and quit relying on my guidance
I count on you to discover your truth, leaving all I love to chance
Two kindred souls, built imperfect by design
Our viewpoints are so aligned or at least I thought so
We’re doomed to inevitably destroy ourselves chasing inadequate desires
I only say all this to be honest...
#love
#grief
#friendship #FeelingLost
#friendship #FeelingLost
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#dark
#SelfHarm
#myself
#PTSD
#FeelingLost
#SelfWorth
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Loose Lost Lust
Loose
them binding ties that bind.
Lost
the fucking car keys again
the fucking car keys
keys to the fucking car.
Lust
well bust me me in the skin game,
the skin trade, a skinny woman
to love.
Splay
yr bloody innards all over
this fakers page, nuance every
fckn place til it don't mean a bit
of shit
any more.
Ab'use
...
them binding ties that bind.
Lost
the fucking car keys again
the fucking car keys
keys to the fucking car.
Lust
well bust me me in the skin game,
the skin trade, a skinny woman
to love.
Splay
yr bloody innards all over
this fakers page, nuance every
fckn place til it don't mean a bit
of shit
any more.
Ab'use
...
#love
#lust
#heartbroken
#lover
#FeelingLost
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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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JUST INVISIBLE TO YOU
Can I ask you a question... What do you see when you look at me behind my eyes, that shows no feelings nor emotions do you see the me, that I am or do you see my trials and tribulations that I had to endure since this relationship. But yet as you listen to the sound of my voice as it sets, the tone of our subliminal thoughts, as we exchange thoughts. What really do you see of me when you don't understand why I am the way that I am ? For do you see the steps I had to take just to...
#grief
#rejection
#abuse
#FeelingLost
#hurt
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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...
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...
#love
#loneliness
#confusion #FeelingLost
#confusion #FeelingLost
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BECOMING SYSTEMATICALLY TRAP
Have you ever felt like you have been some place before in the deepness of your mind, where your thoughts are so inviting yet puzzling at times. As you try to figure out where have you seen this illusion before through your own eyes. Have you ever wondered through the transcending thoughts, that appears to you from time to time seeking and searching. For that one thing that can affirm your subconsciousness of awareness, waking you up from this dream journey and travel and walk through the storms and darkness within your mind. Have you ever looked at thyself seeing thyself in the mirror, and...
#confusion
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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LOVES GRAVE YARD
Sometimes we die before we can ever be able to fly from out of the ashes, like an raven in the darkness flying out of the depth of the flames of love. Yet the worsts fear that dwells deep beneath the surface of our mind, is the fear of losing that love that we thought we will have for a lifetime. Yet as we transcend mentally and emotionally, into the depth of the relationship we are reminded of the true darkness that sometimes. Comes from loving someone to hard and not loving ourselves enough as well as we should do. For everything that we go through in life we are suppose to learn from our...
#identity
#FeelingLost
#SelfDiscovery
#choices
#SelfWorth
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SIX FEET BACK OR SIX FEET UNDER
Here we are nowadays going through the motions, trying to stay focus and alive in these troubling times, that has us hypnotize walking around with confusion and doubt of what well tomorrows count will be. For even the small children's are questioning us as adults, why can't I see my friends and family and go to school to get an education. For how did we get here to this degree of existence where we have to wear protection, against a virus that appeared out of nowhere baffling even the science of human nature. For even us as adults have to decide how do we keep our family safe and secure,...
#LifeStruggles
#ignorance
#FeelingLost
#suffering
#FeelingTrapped
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Here
It’s not that I don’t like it here, it’s just that I don’t know
where here is.
Is “here” defined by where you are,
or by where you are not?
Is “here” static,
general,
a location?
Or does it change with every passing moment?
Dictated by our senses.
Is here ever the same as it was just a second ago?
It’s not that I don’t like it here, it’s just that I don’t know
how to be here.
Like there’s a pattern on the sidewalks I've yet to unlock with my steps.
Some sort of secret door that opens up into
...
where here is.
Is “here” defined by where you are,
or by where you are not?
Is “here” static,
general,
a location?
Or does it change with every passing moment?
Dictated by our senses.
Is here ever the same as it was just a second ago?
It’s not that I don’t like it here, it’s just that I don’t know
how to be here.
Like there’s a pattern on the sidewalks I've yet to unlock with my steps.
Some sort of secret door that opens up into
...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
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The man I loved
#FeelingLost
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I Was Afraid to Claim You As Mine
I dug my nails into your skin
Salivating over each tender wound,
Spiraling deeper into your madness
Even as you cried out
For me to abandon all hope.
I couldn't stop chasing your rabbit trails...
Your sandpaper hands etched many a poetic song in my skin,
And your velvet voice cooed dizzying love spells and ballads,
Sending me reeling into an intoxicated state of mind.
You were my endless sea of walking artistry.
So proud and crude, yet humble and gentle.
The splendor of a peacock roosting in a royal garden,
But with...
Salivating over each tender wound,
Spiraling deeper into your madness
Even as you cried out
For me to abandon all hope.
I couldn't stop chasing your rabbit trails...
Your sandpaper hands etched many a poetic song in my skin,
And your velvet voice cooed dizzying love spells and ballads,
Sending me reeling into an intoxicated state of mind.
You were my endless sea of walking artistry.
So proud and crude, yet humble and gentle.
The splendor of a peacock roosting in a royal garden,
But with...
#love
#heartbroken
#addiction
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Feeling Lost