Confused Poems
#confusion
Poems about feeling confused, unable to think clearly about life, or struggling to make important decisions. Confused poems about feeling bewildered and dealing with internal conflict.
Hiddenlistener
Austin2002
Austin2002
Poem Published
Today 7:08am
Today 7:08am
I missed sex...
Failure's not an option
I will succeed.
Nothing will change that side of me.
I may change but not that side
I'm an asshole but that's what got me laid. And if a certain person reads this, yes it was of my own free will.
I love the girl's agressive side.
I can't wait to see her like that.
We use video chat as much as we can.
I think this feeling i have... I've never felt it before. My heart wants to jump out of my chest whenever she's with me. For now it's only friends with benefits. I'm not sure i want it to be more than that. I just want the sex....
I will succeed.
Nothing will change that side of me.
I may change but not that side
I'm an asshole but that's what got me laid. And if a certain person reads this, yes it was of my own free will.
I love the girl's agressive side.
I can't wait to see her like that.
We use video chat as much as we can.
I think this feeling i have... I've never felt it before. My heart wants to jump out of my chest whenever she's with me. For now it's only friends with benefits. I'm not sure i want it to be more than that. I just want the sex....
#lust
#sex
#confusion
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Tallguy1463
Poem Published
19th Apr 2018 10:25am
19th Apr 2018 10:25am
[I look to the east as the morning sun brightens]
I look to the east as the morning sun brightens
myeyes start make-out blurry shadow on the horizon
it looked larger than a bison
it grew even bigger as it inched closer
suddenly the shadow started to lighten
still unsure, I grew frightened
so I sprinted to the other end of the island
then I hear sirens, I now realize wear I am
bam, back in my room, in bed awake
it was just a dream
myeyes start make-out blurry shadow on the horizon
it looked larger than a bison
it grew even bigger as it inched closer
suddenly the shadow started to lighten
still unsure, I grew frightened
so I sprinted to the other end of the island
then I hear sirens, I now realize wear I am
bam, back in my room, in bed awake
it was just a dream
#sun
#scary
#monsters #confusion
#monsters #confusion
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darkblue
Poem Published
16th Apr 2018 7:22am
16th Apr 2018 7:22am
more words than needed
pain almost always wins
my aching heart blisters in the sun
I suffer in my own mind
a private hell
that makes fun of me
I am a man without a plan
trying to freak people out
make them uncomfortable
so they can see my pain
I find my muse
it was quite late in my life
but I loved her words as they cut into me
soothing my pain again and..
again..
my arms no longer drip with blood
but poetry
and yet I find
not in competition with other poets
who treat their poetry as a money making tranquilizer
my...
my aching heart blisters in the sun
I suffer in my own mind
a private hell
that makes fun of me
I am a man without a plan
trying to freak people out
make them uncomfortable
so they can see my pain
I find my muse
it was quite late in my life
but I loved her words as they cut into me
soothing my pain again and..
again..
my arms no longer drip with blood
but poetry
and yet I find
not in competition with other poets
who treat their poetry as a money making tranquilizer
my...
#conflict
#scary
#myself
#misunderstood
#confusion
49 reads
black_magik_gypsy
Poem Published
12th Apr 2018 8:30pm
12th Apr 2018 8:30pm
Reflection
An odd tree in the distance...
Almost entirely silhouette and as tall as my shadow...
In the midst of autumn yet full of leaves...I wave and it greets me as well
Each black leaf seems to sway in the wind but none fall ....peculiar
But curiosity takes my mind hostage...closer look
Seems the tree was dead and leafless after all.... As the crows with their feathers fly away from it...
Leaving but a single feather from the wings of my imagination
Almost entirely silhouette and as tall as my shadow...
In the midst of autumn yet full of leaves...I wave and it greets me as well
Each black leaf seems to sway in the wind but none fall ....peculiar
But curiosity takes my mind hostage...closer look
Seems the tree was dead and leafless after all.... As the crows with their feathers fly away from it...
Leaving but a single feather from the wings of my imagination
#confusion
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10 Comments
Hiddenlistener
Austin2002
Austin2002
Poem Published
11th Apr 2018 11:34pm
11th Apr 2018 11:34pm
do what you want
You know what to do anymore what do you want me to do do you actually want me to leave if you do tell me all I've ever asked for was for you to be honest all I ever ask for sick of being broken you've had my life in your hands but chose not to throw me away what purpose do you have for me if you wanted me gone I would already be be honest with yourself with me and with everyone else you said it's hard how is it hard to say what you want we all got our wants and we all got our needs I'm asking you what you want what do you expect me to do your sister said leave my sister alone but before that...
#sadness
#anxiety
#loneliness
#confessional
#confusion
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Hiddenlistener
Austin2002
Austin2002
Poem Published
11th Apr 2018 4:41am
11th Apr 2018 4:41am
Time to pick! Decide now!
I'm being the chaser. Trying to get you to notice what I do.
Do you even understand what I'm going through this time.
This time I'm going to sit back and be the chased.
Chased for a while. I can see what you're planning.
Planning on keeping me around forever. Making me feel restricted.
Restricted and held back. I can't do what I want because I worry.
Worry that it will fuck with your head. You're making me worry.
Worry that you'll hurt yourself. You have got me here panicking.
Panicking and yelling. Because behind my back you talk shit.
Talk shit...
Do you even understand what I'm going through this time.
This time I'm going to sit back and be the chased.
Chased for a while. I can see what you're planning.
Planning on keeping me around forever. Making me feel restricted.
Restricted and held back. I can't do what I want because I worry.
Worry that it will fuck with your head. You're making me worry.
Worry that you'll hurt yourself. You have got me here panicking.
Panicking and yelling. Because behind my back you talk shit.
Talk shit...
#anger
#frustration
#confusion
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emij1s
Poem Published
9th Apr 2018 2:49am
9th Apr 2018 2:49am
and i'll bleed roses for you
you and me baby we’re something special
but special has always scared me
you know i’m hurt from hands that weren’t as gentle as yours will be
but they all started gentle and i’m waiting for the day you lose that careful touch
you have a power to hurt me, a power i didn’t mean to give you
but you have it anyway and i’ve never been more terrified
you could break me with your words, easily and effortlessly
but i’m still here waiting for it to come, i’ll let it come
i tried so hard to keep distance
but now i’m buying flowers and you’re waiting for the...
but special has always scared me
you know i’m hurt from hands that weren’t as gentle as yours will be
but they all started gentle and i’m waiting for the day you lose that careful touch
you have a power to hurt me, a power i didn’t mean to give you
but you have it anyway and i’ve never been more terrified
you could break me with your words, easily and effortlessly
but i’m still here waiting for it to come, i’ll let it come
i tried so hard to keep distance
but now i’m buying flowers and you’re waiting for the...
#anxiety
#love
#confusion
29 reads
1 Comment
RJErbacher
Poem Published
8th Apr 2018 7:32am
8th Apr 2018 7:32am
Questions
what happens when you can’t live up to Mr. Kipling’s “If” list
what do you do when you can’t follow Mr. God’s commandments
how do you function when societies restrictions are too arduous
how do you cope when life sucks the spirit out of every orifice
where can you go when you need a place to hide from everyone
where do you turn when the rat race disqualifies you from the run
when will we be able to get over that wall
when will true love finally conquer all
why does life make you cry
why can’t it be simple
why?
what do you do when you can’t follow Mr. God’s commandments
how do you function when societies restrictions are too arduous
how do you cope when life sucks the spirit out of every orifice
where can you go when you need a place to hide from everyone
where do you turn when the rat race disqualifies you from the run
when will we be able to get over that wall
when will true love finally conquer all
why does life make you cry
why can’t it be simple
why?
#LifeStruggles
#frustration
#confusion
28 reads
3 Comments
NightReverie
Poem Published
8th Apr 2018 5:14am
8th Apr 2018 5:14am
The After-Math
Right after a session
that sense of penetration
that DID penetrate inside
an uncomfortable feeling...
confusing if it's pleasure or pain
it was dry... it was wet...
It was both...
Bloated
but not eaten
eaten
yet, it's not "eating"
What's this feeling...
Can't tell if it's satisfaction or pain
that sense of penetration
that DID penetrate inside
an uncomfortable feeling...
confusing if it's pleasure or pain
it was dry... it was wet...
It was both...
Bloated
but not eaten
eaten
yet, it's not "eating"
What's this feeling...
Can't tell if it's satisfaction or pain
#sex
#confusion
79 reads
4 Comments
RByron418
Poem Published
5th Apr 2018 2:34am
5th Apr 2018 2:34am
no good
i'm no good,
a locust shell rotting on a wooden post,
the molecules i've wasted will feed better forms of life
than i could ever be.
a maximum loss, forsaken to the careless
wanderings of random atoms
reaping decay from despair to build new hopes to fail.
new kings, new fools,
new whores, new sluts,
new anything but me.
always a heartbeat away from god,
resting in his grave of promise
waiting for judgment day
that is always a tomorrow away.
fuck you jesus, messiah
of too little too late,
fester on your cross ...
a locust shell rotting on a wooden post,
the molecules i've wasted will feed better forms of life
than i could ever be.
a maximum loss, forsaken to the careless
wanderings of random atoms
reaping decay from despair to build new hopes to fail.
new kings, new fools,
new whores, new sluts,
new anything but me.
always a heartbeat away from god,
resting in his grave of promise
waiting for judgment day
that is always a tomorrow away.
fuck you jesus, messiah
of too little too late,
fester on your cross ...
#hate
#religion
#confusion
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2 Comments
Gregory_Cristal
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2018 11:21pm
3rd Apr 2018 11:21pm
Decided Double-Sided
As I go to start, I pause,
And ponder of the end.
My reaching hand most suddenly,
Retracts from its extend.
The table tennis in my head,
Finds a merit, then a flaw.
While others wait impatiently,
Within the corridor.
One step forward, then one back,
Not proper to behave,
Of making choices where;
Our will becomes our slave.
But playing out a life ahead,
Who knows just what to do?
Hard decisions made by us,
Draw roads ahead to places new.
And ponder of the end.
My reaching hand most suddenly,
Retracts from its extend.
The table tennis in my head,
Finds a merit, then a flaw.
While others wait impatiently,
Within the corridor.
One step forward, then one back,
Not proper to behave,
Of making choices where;
Our will becomes our slave.
But playing out a life ahead,
Who knows just what to do?
Hard decisions made by us,
Draw roads ahead to places new.
#anxiety
#patience
#LifeCycle
#confusion
#freedom
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darkblue
Poem Published
1st Apr 2018 9:45pm
1st Apr 2018 9:45pm
Dead names, old lives but still the same f**king jokes
We all have dead names,
From old lives we lived and want to forget,
But assholes like you still tell,
The same fucking hurtful jokes.
Do you wonder why we walked away?
From those old places,
Those shite times,
No? Then don’t tell those jokes.
We left who we were,
Because we were unhappy being us,
Because assholes like you never understood,
And made it even harder to exist.
So don’t say our dead names,
Just let us be who we are,
Living as we want to be,
Because we already have enough assholes to deal with...
From old lives we lived and want to forget,
But assholes like you still tell,
The same fucking hurtful jokes.
Do you wonder why we walked away?
From those old places,
Those shite times,
No? Then don’t tell those jokes.
We left who we were,
Because we were unhappy being us,
Because assholes like you never understood,
And made it even harder to exist.
So don’t say our dead names,
Just let us be who we are,
Living as we want to be,
Because we already have enough assholes to deal with...
#identity
#mirror
#confessional
#memories
#confusion
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