Poems About Feeling Lost by Top Critiquers
#FeelingLost
Poems about feeling lost by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Imprisoned
When sorrow fills the void
I torment those who I adore
An homage for the living lost
I cannot hide anymore
I torment those who I adore
An homage for the living lost
I cannot hide anymore
#dark
#death
#FeelingLost
#love
#sadness
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hurt's riddle
my hurt speaks in riddles
this way out if you want to survive
fear's doors are nailed shut
& the house is on fire
if you need to see the pharmacist
go through the tunneling maze
of self hatred
there's a drug dealer ...
this way out if you want to survive
fear's doors are nailed shut
& the house is on fire
if you need to see the pharmacist
go through the tunneling maze
of self hatred
there's a drug dealer ...
#drugs
#addiction
#myself
#confusion
#FeelingLost
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anguish
i haven't gone
a single minute,
not one,
without
craving your
hands on my face,
your forehead
on mine
as you whisper
it's going to
be all right
against my
quivering lips
in my anguish,
i could believe it
a single minute,
not one,
without
craving your
hands on my face,
your forehead
on mine
as you whisper
it's going to
be all right
against my
quivering lips
in my anguish,
i could believe it
#love
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#minimalist
#separation
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Drafts of nothing less
What is your purpose in this world of life, for sure are you here to better thyself or something else, comes to mind that you want to enhance people's lives in ways, that is developmental to their own lives. For truly what is your purpose in this cycle known as life. 🙏 For do you have a heart and soul to encourage, others to reach their true potential. For sure what are you here to do for others, or you here to teach them to know the difference, between what is love and what's not love. FOR there's a big difference, what love really, means to the deepness of the heart. 💗 For...
#emotional
#FeelingLost
#LifeStruggles
#StreamOfConsciousness
#suffering
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Long for true sleep
Why can't I sleep a little bit longer?
Why do my conscious and subconscious mind
want to wake up
When I don't have to
Dreams do not come as easily to me as they used to
The pitch of night and the stillness
greets me with every toss and turn
A slight doze and you are there
Lips a centimeter apart
Your scent surrounds me
You lightly graze your nose against mine
I want to move but I am frozen in time
I should feel fear
What I feel is sadness
I know you are not...
Why do my conscious and subconscious mind
want to wake up
When I don't have to
Dreams do not come as easily to me as they used to
The pitch of night and the stillness
greets me with every toss and turn
A slight doze and you are there
Lips a centimeter apart
Your scent surrounds me
You lightly graze your nose against mine
I want to move but I am frozen in time
I should feel fear
What I feel is sadness
I know you are not...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#FeelingLost
#UnrequitedLove
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backfire
#
#dark
#death
#FeelingLost
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0 Comments
The Misfit So Alone
On a sleepless night I recall on the past
Of old days when I was young in school
Of the friendships we thought would last
And how desperately I wanted to be cool
There was something about the in-crowd
And how popular so many wanted to be
And though we never really said it out loud
Some wished to be like them to a degree
It’s in our nature to be accepted
Even if we didn’t know how to speak
Deep down we want to be respected
Flaws and all makes us each unique
This is for the eccentrics and the misfits
To those...
Of old days when I was young in school
Of the friendships we thought would last
And how desperately I wanted to be cool
There was something about the in-crowd
And how popular so many wanted to be
And though we never really said it out loud
Some wished to be like them to a degree
It’s in our nature to be accepted
Even if we didn’t know how to speak
Deep down we want to be respected
Flaws and all makes us each unique
This is for the eccentrics and the misfits
To those...
#music
#memories
#misunderstood
#FeelingLost
#NaPoWriMo2021
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adrift...
talking to shadows
embracing pain
because it deserves its grief
as I ponder upcoming days
I've spent half of my life
attempting to heal
from trauma...
I'm still only learning to identify
self-confidence is nonexistent
it's so hard to trust instincts
clawing for hand-holds
in the cliffs of understanding
loving others as a default
struggling to see my own worth
counting victories by the grain
...as in sand on a vast beach
it's never been easy
& I don't know how to reconcile ...
embracing pain
because it deserves its grief
as I ponder upcoming days
I've spent half of my life
attempting to heal
from trauma...
I'm still only learning to identify
self-confidence is nonexistent
it's so hard to trust instincts
clawing for hand-holds
in the cliffs of understanding
loving others as a default
struggling to see my own worth
counting victories by the grain
...as in sand on a vast beach
it's never been easy
& I don't know how to reconcile ...
#confessional
#FeelingLost
#grief #women
#grief #women
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Abinger Hammer
My heart belongs in Abinger Hammer -
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#hope
#identity
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Slipstream
Weathered breeze
Across the surface
Of the night -
In star like
Distances,
Dark recesses
&
Absences -
Voided star light
&
Nullified moon light,
Tonight:
Footprints in the sand -
Womb of madness,
Antipodes of the land,
Solemn silence,
A vow of sadness -
Speaking circuitous,
Holes in the sky,
Deepened darkness,
Everything is a lie -
Roaming the outer edges
Beckoning discovery,
Slipped crypt of sages,...
Across the surface
Of the night -
In star like
Distances,
Dark recesses
&
Absences -
Voided star light
&
Nullified moon light,
Tonight:
Footprints in the sand -
Womb of madness,
Antipodes of the land,
Solemn silence,
A vow of sadness -
Speaking circuitous,
Holes in the sky,
Deepened darkness,
Everything is a lie -
Roaming the outer edges
Beckoning discovery,
Slipped crypt of sages,...
#dark
#shadows
#FeelingLost
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6 Comments
Ignorance
People don't realize how stressed out you get,
When your head is so congested,
You have to physically push on the vessels,
To relieve it.
Without relief, you get spasms.
Dizziness and fear.
And the annoyance of people,
Trying to be friendly.
Thinking that talking would help.
When all it does,
Is trigger spams and fear.
The fear of losing control,
Of something you never used to control.
But now you have to.
Or else you'll die.
When your head is so congested,
You have to physically push on the vessels,
To relieve it.
Without relief, you get spasms.
Dizziness and fear.
And the annoyance of people,
Trying to be friendly.
Thinking that talking would help.
When all it does,
Is trigger spams and fear.
The fear of losing control,
Of something you never used to control.
But now you have to.
Or else you'll die.
#FeelingLost
#hate
#healing
#loneliness
#suffering
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Bleed
A parchment and a quill
is all I ever seek
to craft a tapestry
of emotional streak
People may call me a freak-
writing and erasing
what I dream, what I mean-
lost in futile chasing
Madness mystifying
as night spreads in the sky;
pen running on blank page
as wild feelings soar high
It's my laughter and cry
that echoes on crisp sheets;
senseless verses naked
as my heart and soul bleeds
is all I ever seek
to craft a tapestry
of emotional streak
People may call me a freak-
writing and erasing
what I dream, what I mean-
lost in futile chasing
Madness mystifying
as night spreads in the sky;
pen running on blank page
as wild feelings soar high
It's my laughter and cry
that echoes on crisp sheets;
senseless verses naked
as my heart and soul bleeds
#FeelingLost
#WritingPoetry
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