Poems about Acceptance
#acceptance
Poems about acceptance, coming to terms with difficult life events. Poems about accepting challenging past situations and getting closure emotionally.
DystopianMelody
Poem Published
20th Oct 2020 12:15pm
20th Oct 2020 12:15pm
Intentions
Could you please
At least
Spit first
Before the thought of you
Within me
Unfurls itself
Rising from the depths of my gut
Slime and fetid stench
Coming to rest at the back of my throat
Settling just beneath the bile
To keep me on my toes
You
My noose
In one way or another
How do I subvert the purpose of the rope
Around my neck
When the reaching of my hands
Loses its meaning
And the lighthouse of my soul has begun to lean
In storm winds it wasnt built to withstand
But...
At least
Spit first
Before the thought of you
Within me
Unfurls itself
Rising from the depths of my gut
Slime and fetid stench
Coming to rest at the back of my throat
Settling just beneath the bile
To keep me on my toes
You
My noose
In one way or another
How do I subvert the purpose of the rope
Around my neck
When the reaching of my hands
Loses its meaning
And the lighthouse of my soul has begun to lean
In storm winds it wasnt built to withstand
But...
#hate
#LifeGoals
#MovingOn
#acceptance
#SelfDiscovery
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BeginningPoet
Poem Published
19th Oct 2020 9:15am
19th Oct 2020 9:15am
Moment In The Sun -
You have to rise
whether you speak,
whether you sing,
but come out
play with the rest
of us,
no need
to disguise yourself,
we know you
and you know us,
you can lose yourself
in thought
but you must
still rise,
it's not your decision
even if you object,
you cannot run away
you can only hide
for a little while,
but you will eventually
need to come out.
whether you speak,
whether you sing,
but come out
play with the rest
of us,
no need
to disguise yourself,
we know you
and you know us,
you can lose yourself
in thought
but you must
still rise,
it's not your decision
even if you object,
you cannot run away
you can only hide
for a little while,
but you will eventually
need to come out.
#anxiety
#dreams
#escape
#acceptance
#risk
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msbeav
Poem Published
17th Oct 2020 4:58pm
17th Oct 2020 4:58pm
LIVE IN A PLACE
I want to live in a place ...
Where love isn't a metaphor for sex and silence isn't a metaphor for fear.
Where you can laugh all day without being considered crazy, and you help someone without expecting anything in return.
Where small talk doesn't exist and people genuinely care.
Imagine what a beautiful place that would be.
I want to go there.
I want to grow old there.
And above all,
I want to love there.
Where love isn't a metaphor for sex and silence isn't a metaphor for fear.
Where you can laugh all day without being considered crazy, and you help someone without expecting anything in return.
Where small talk doesn't exist and people genuinely care.
Imagine what a beautiful place that would be.
I want to go there.
I want to grow old there.
And above all,
I want to love there.
#happiness
#dreams
#escape
#acceptance
#healing
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2 Comments
cassc
Poem Published
12th Oct 2020 1:36am
12th Oct 2020 1:36am
Vulnerability- poem 7 of 10 in 'Letters of Affliction'
I flayed the skin from my breasts.
Sternum cracked and spread,
My wings emerge.
Broken bones crowned my head.
A gown of muscle cascades.
A train of tendons shadows.
Organs adorn my body,
An ornamental vessel.
The goddess within reborn.
Displayed in my blood,
Awakened from my tears,
Manifested in my crucifixion.
Tears flowed through my body,
Blood drained from my eyes.
Words sowed the torn skin,
And mended the bones.
Crucifixion healed a broken heart.
Martyrdom returned my soul. ...
Sternum cracked and spread,
My wings emerge.
Broken bones crowned my head.
A gown of muscle cascades.
A train of tendons shadows.
Organs adorn my body,
An ornamental vessel.
The goddess within reborn.
Displayed in my blood,
Awakened from my tears,
Manifested in my crucifixion.
Tears flowed through my body,
Blood drained from my eyes.
Words sowed the torn skin,
And mended the bones.
Crucifixion healed a broken heart.
Martyrdom returned my soul. ...
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#acceptance
#healing
#emotions
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Fallen_Angel_194
FlowerChild
FlowerChild
Poem Published
7th Oct 2020 3:40pm
7th Oct 2020 3:40pm
The art of letting go
You taught me to look for love in places where it never even fucking existed,
In bars, and in corner stores, and in alley ways and under street lights.
It's been years since I've loved you, and sometimes you slip into my mind,
Whether it's out of habit, or just the time, you make a home inside my mind.
We talked again last night, but something's different; You've apologized.
You tell me you don't want to live anymore, and I find it Ironic,
Because I came to you at my lowest, and you simply turned me away.
How funny is that, I am this whole being and...
In bars, and in corner stores, and in alley ways and under street lights.
It's been years since I've loved you, and sometimes you slip into my mind,
Whether it's out of habit, or just the time, you make a home inside my mind.
We talked again last night, but something's different; You've apologized.
You tell me you don't want to live anymore, and I find it Ironic,
Because I came to you at my lowest, and you simply turned me away.
How funny is that, I am this whole being and...
#acceptance
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Shadow_wood5487
Poem Published
6th Oct 2020 11:54pm
6th Oct 2020 11:54pm
Ballad Of Life
My soul has been searching the broken dreams of forgiving
The blues in my eyes have thawed into never forgetting
I’ve let you punk my hope with promises you never keep
A metal razor blade that has cut sympathy way too deep
As the rock rolled down the steep hill of this madness
It left me at rock bottom with a A cappella of sadness
Now I’m here singing the gospel of a spirit that keeps fading
I will continue to rap myself into the warmth of sating
This is the music of my pulsating heart ...
The blues in my eyes have thawed into never forgetting
I’ve let you punk my hope with promises you never keep
A metal razor blade that has cut sympathy way too deep
As the rock rolled down the steep hill of this madness
It left me at rock bottom with a A cappella of sadness
Now I’m here singing the gospel of a spirit that keeps fading
I will continue to rap myself into the warmth of sating
This is the music of my pulsating heart ...
#LifeStruggles
#music
#MovingOn
#acceptance
#healing
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Crazontheinside
Bumped 6th Oct 2020 6:32am
17th Feb 2020 3:08am
17th Feb 2020 3:08am
Bi-Polar - Through the eyes of a complex Mind
Update* Thank You Candor for helping me with this in the critique forum. Very appreciated. Thank you everyone else for the help aswell truly I am very grateful.
You're a living performance trying out for a part, while inside you're broken and falling apart.
Mind is clouded with judgement-reality strikes.
Life's an emotional rollercoaster ride: your views morph to shades of black and white.
Daily struggles of pain, weakness a curse.
This is me, myself, and I.
Scars of pain, torture, neglect,
have given me this complex mind.
As...
You're a living performance trying out for a part, while inside you're broken and falling apart.
Mind is clouded with judgement-reality strikes.
Life's an emotional rollercoaster ride: your views morph to shades of black and white.
Daily struggles of pain, weakness a curse.
This is me, myself, and I.
Scars of pain, torture, neglect,
have given me this complex mind.
As...
#LifeStruggles
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#myself
#acceptance
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9 Comments
ravibabygirl
Poem Published
6th Oct 2020 5:02am
6th Oct 2020 5:02am
the response fifteen year old me
so we are walking through the part
thinking what do you have to tell me
where does this story start
how bad can it be
I know he's not like everyone else
he is my friend
he protects me from mean people
I believe there's good inside him
I do feel scared at times the way talks
I did believe him even though I saw him with another girl
I'm also scared of the way he walks
I know I am blind
I always figured maybe he doesn't have time to see me
he's always in trouble he said he would change
I hear rumors and...
thinking what do you have to tell me
where does this story start
how bad can it be
I know he's not like everyone else
he is my friend
he protects me from mean people
I believe there's good inside him
I do feel scared at times the way talks
I did believe him even though I saw him with another girl
I'm also scared of the way he walks
I know I am blind
I always figured maybe he doesn't have time to see me
he's always in trouble he said he would change
I hear rumors and...
#TimeHeals
#redemption
#escape #acceptance
#escape #acceptance
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ravibabygirl
Poem Published
6th Oct 2020 3:35am
6th Oct 2020 3:35am
to my fifteen year old self
i just wanted to talk
to heal both you and me for what is about to come
lets go for a walk
we cant change whats going to be done
you are already getting to know a guy that is bad for you
you bought into the bad boy image
your curious I get it
you don't know what kind of monster he will become
he will cheat and lie
he expects you to stay pure and innocent
just so he can get by
he will listen to friends
he will spend months away from you
its going to be toxic on and off relationship
he will make you...
to heal both you and me for what is about to come
lets go for a walk
we cant change whats going to be done
you are already getting to know a guy that is bad for you
you bought into the bad boy image
your curious I get it
you don't know what kind of monster he will become
he will cheat and lie
he expects you to stay pure and innocent
just so he can get by
he will listen to friends
he will spend months away from you
its going to be toxic on and off relationship
he will make you...
#redemption
#escape
#acceptance #healing
#acceptance #healing
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AlisVolatPropriis8
Poem Published
5th Oct 2020 5:17am
5th Oct 2020 5:17am
Theourx theories are Green
Green isn't just
A color it's the
Color of watery fields thru
The morning hoir of
The summer months
In the early winter
It turns into an apple
Like the page of the
Office curtain
Through the
Threoux of the country
Valley in the ball of
Ocean City
Like last day of Friday
It is not colore for the
Pale but for the bright
Side of the just shewt
I write this on my
Wooden table
Well I like the
Green grey
But a light
To bring up mornings of
Hay sun
Summertime hymn ...
A color it's the
Color of watery fields thru
The morning hoir of
The summer months
In the early winter
It turns into an apple
Like the page of the
Office curtain
Through the
Threoux of the country
Valley in the ball of
Ocean City
Like last day of Friday
It is not colore for the
Pale but for the bright
Side of the just shewt
I write this on my
Wooden table
Well I like the
Green grey
But a light
To bring up mornings of
Hay sun
Summertime hymn ...
#dreams
#LifeGoals
#uplifting
#acceptance
#wisdom
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2020 7:10pm
2nd Oct 2020 7:10pm
Devil(s) Given Their Due
sad
o, dear sadness,
sadness of our own
creation (human).
Sadness attributed
to forces outside of self
deflecting , resenting, every thing which we decry, as the fault
of those bad people, those devil possessed of the devil himself.
Golden devils (again of our own man'ufacture), dollar devils, seXdevils,
devils demonized, devils deified, devils made in god's own image
of ourSelfs.......the devil(s) as are each each a a self self denial of
the collective...
o, dear sadness,
sadness of our own
creation (human).
Sadness attributed
to forces outside of self
deflecting , resenting, every thing which we decry, as the fault
of those bad people, those devil possessed of the devil himself.
Golden devils (again of our own man'ufacture), dollar devils, seXdevils,
devils demonized, devils deified, devils made in god's own image
of ourSelfs.......the devil(s) as are each each a a self self denial of
the collective...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#God
#devil
#acceptance
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2020 2:44am
2nd Oct 2020 2:44am
cat and mouse
1 a.m.
lying here
the bones of
death rattle
quietly
the dark is wet
on my skin
I never knew a
night so long
-or-
a morning so
far away
lying here
the bones of
death rattle
quietly
the dark is wet
on my skin
I never knew a
night so long
-or-
a morning so
far away
#acceptance
#apathy
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