Poems About Confusion Seeking Friendly Advice
#confusion
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 9:57am
7th Dec 2024 9:57am
my suffering (documented)
my suffering
can easily
fill the
long hours
of the
long night,
tested and
pushing
back again,
no audience
to give
me thoughts,
no visible
sound of
speeches,
just more
loneliness
to my
naked eyes,
and i am
at a loss,
for what
i am,
and each
part entirely
knowable,
documented.
can easily
fill the
long hours
of the
long night,
tested and
pushing
back again,
no audience
to give
me thoughts,
no visible
sound of
speeches,
just more
loneliness
to my
naked eyes,
and i am
at a loss,
for what
i am,
and each
part entirely
knowable,
documented.
#confusion
#emptiness
#frustration
#loneliness
#sadness
90 reads
7 Comments
Mundus
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 5:57am
6th Dec 2024 5:57am
The Meat Grinder
some nights are brutal:
soot, snakes, a sneaking suspicion
it's all a terrible farce,
a race to the nearest cemetery,
about as meaningful
as a church for a fish.
so you take a shower
but the soot sticks
like a barnacle
and the idiot poet
who wrote this
fucked up poem you're in
has had one drink too many,
either that or
somebody keeps tilting the room
while the snakes wear familiar faces
and get closer and closer
until they bite and
you die like Al Pacino in Scarface,
like a moron,
minus...
soot, snakes, a sneaking suspicion
it's all a terrible farce,
a race to the nearest cemetery,
about as meaningful
as a church for a fish.
so you take a shower
but the soot sticks
like a barnacle
and the idiot poet
who wrote this
fucked up poem you're in
has had one drink too many,
either that or
somebody keeps tilting the room
while the snakes wear familiar faces
and get closer and closer
until they bite and
you die like Al Pacino in Scarface,
like a moron,
minus...
#anger
#boredom
#confusion
#despair
#frustration
83 reads
0 Comments
sommerthe1st
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 2:01am
3rd Dec 2024 2:01am
Writing scares me.
Writing scares me.
It gives me shivers,
Typing, thinking of what to say.
Trying to that aching feeling in my chest,
To say it in a way that means something.
Meaning more than a first draft,
As much as something's weight in blood,
Worth more than sweat and tears.
A photographic capture,
A possession of myself,
Working to fulfill this
Outpour of a blurb.
Typed and read,
Submitted and forgotten.
Writing scares me,
Because what if I've gotten it all wrong.
It gives me shivers,
Typing, thinking of what to say.
Trying to that aching feeling in my chest,
To say it in a way that means something.
Meaning more than a first draft,
As much as something's weight in blood,
Worth more than sweat and tears.
A photographic capture,
A possession of myself,
Working to fulfill this
Outpour of a blurb.
Typed and read,
Submitted and forgotten.
Writing scares me,
Because what if I've gotten it all wrong.
#anxiety
#confessional
#confusion #honesty
#confusion #honesty
76 reads
1 Comment
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 2:41am
30th Nov 2024 2:41am
question loneliness
i have
begun to
question
loneliness,
rearrange
my thoughts,
whether
light day
or dark
of night,
i come
up with
the same
problems,
because
there is
no one
here to
help me
understand.
begun to
question
loneliness,
rearrange
my thoughts,
whether
light day
or dark
of night,
i come
up with
the same
problems,
because
there is
no one
here to
help me
understand.
#confusion
#disappointment
#frustration
#loneliness
#sadness
139 reads
7 Comments
Ash_233
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 8:02pm
27th Nov 2024 8:02pm
The Checked Box
It’s not in my head.
You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”
Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.
You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...
You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”
Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.
You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...
#anxiety
#confusion
#despair
#frustration
#illness
97 reads
2 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 1:37am
17th Nov 2024 1:37am
am i wrong
the quiet
is deafening,
now in
this alone,
in this
darkness,
i am
sitting,
waiting,
anticipating
someone,
anyone,
could i
be wrong,
i don't
want to
be wrong.
is deafening,
now in
this alone,
in this
darkness,
i am
sitting,
waiting,
anticipating
someone,
anyone,
could i
be wrong,
i don't
want to
be wrong.
#confusion
#disappointment
#emptiness
#relationships
#sadness
103 reads
6 Comments
Lamjhnsn1
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 8:30pm
8th Nov 2024 8:30pm
Sometimes, I Wonder
Sometimes I wonder, if the hands of fate,
Will act again.
And bring us where we began.
If destiny repeals a prior mistake,
And brings us together, in it's wake.
Sometimes I wonder, if it's true,
All these feelings, I feel for you.
Are you a flame, from the past,
Meant to burn, but not to last.
Sometimes I wonder, if that's so,
Why then have I, not let go.
Relieve you to some others arms,
Away then, from my harm.
Sometimes I wonder, about these things.
And of the troubles that they bring.
And yet to...
Will act again.
And bring us where we began.
If destiny repeals a prior mistake,
And brings us together, in it's wake.
Sometimes I wonder, if it's true,
All these feelings, I feel for you.
Are you a flame, from the past,
Meant to burn, but not to last.
Sometimes I wonder, if that's so,
Why then have I, not let go.
Relieve you to some others arms,
Away then, from my harm.
Sometimes I wonder, about these things.
And of the troubles that they bring.
And yet to...
#confusion
#dark
#emotions #love
#emotions #love
114 reads
4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 11:09am
25th Oct 2024 11:09am
war and peace
war and peace
Let me say for those who seek peace
as a commendable activity and thankless
War is as natural to man as peace is
from the Stone Age to here
the final goal is to eradicate ourselves
is nearing the ultimate chapter
Then there will be peace.
Let me say for those who seek peace
as a commendable activity and thankless
War is as natural to man as peace is
from the Stone Age to here
the final goal is to eradicate ourselves
is nearing the ultimate chapter
Then there will be peace.
#apathy
#confusion
#dark
50 reads
0 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 1:25pm
21st Oct 2024 1:25pm
juz thought
the rush
of the
unflowable water
and
the upheaval of
unspeakable emotions,,,
both are like curse...
of the
unflowable water
and
the upheaval of
unspeakable emotions,,,
both are like curse...
#boredom
#confusion
205 reads
24 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 7:30am
17th Oct 2024 7:30am
the cook
The humble cook
Once upon a time, a cook was a person who prepared food for hungry people, simple food like meat cakes in gravy and boiled potatoes
one needed not to be a genius, but the person knew how to fry eggs or scrambled eggs
could read and write in order not to mistake rat poison for garlic powder
It was a whole profession, like being a butcher
a baker, house painter, or a barber
Times have changed in occupations like these, and something
more is expected, like art? Are you serious
The cook is now a chef, highly paid for...
Once upon a time, a cook was a person who prepared food for hungry people, simple food like meat cakes in gravy and boiled potatoes
one needed not to be a genius, but the person knew how to fry eggs or scrambled eggs
could read and write in order not to mistake rat poison for garlic powder
It was a whole profession, like being a butcher
a baker, house painter, or a barber
Times have changed in occupations like these, and something
more is expected, like art? Are you serious
The cook is now a chef, highly paid for...
#bittersweet
#boredom
#confusion
#dark
#denial
57 reads
0 Comments
arsastar
astaroth..
astaroth..
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 9:20pm
8th Oct 2024 9:20pm
What is This?
The restless static in my head.
Static that reaches my bed. No comfort here, turn back to see everything engulfed in static and noise. It rings and clashes at your head. Uncomfortable feelings of dread. Persistently upset. Unsatisfied, unreal, unkempt. Distaste of human race, it's pounding at the walls. Let it out hurry up! It's gonna be too late soon. It'll get in and go straight for the jugular. I'm not moving but I'm trying. My body is refusing its instructions. I look down to see my legs all fuzzy, muddled, and wrapped in static. Gotta hurry! I open the door to ear piercing screams....
Static that reaches my bed. No comfort here, turn back to see everything engulfed in static and noise. It rings and clashes at your head. Uncomfortable feelings of dread. Persistently upset. Unsatisfied, unreal, unkempt. Distaste of human race, it's pounding at the walls. Let it out hurry up! It's gonna be too late soon. It'll get in and go straight for the jugular. I'm not moving but I'm trying. My body is refusing its instructions. I look down to see my legs all fuzzy, muddled, and wrapped in static. Gotta hurry! I open the door to ear piercing screams....
#boredom
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#insomnia
#suffering
111 reads
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LionEki
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 7:50am
4th Oct 2024 7:50am
Latent Paranoia
Endless Numbers, Slashing an Opening
A new set of senses, weary, digging upward through the ether
Eight cups of distilled essence—nothing of the sort exists,
Lightning flows in glass veins,
The earth's core in disarray, gravity redistributed,
The heart is scrubbed repeatedly, tissues flushed with translucent blood, nerves leaping
Each keystroke aligns with reality, a light touch triggers fate
She truly is an idol, crystalline lenses refract moonlight upon her
Behind her, slender pillars of flesh connect to a brooding, damp...
A new set of senses, weary, digging upward through the ether
Eight cups of distilled essence—nothing of the sort exists,
Lightning flows in glass veins,
The earth's core in disarray, gravity redistributed,
The heart is scrubbed repeatedly, tissues flushed with translucent blood, nerves leaping
Each keystroke aligns with reality, a light touch triggers fate
She truly is an idol, crystalline lenses refract moonlight upon her
Behind her, slender pillars of flesh connect to a brooding, damp...
#confusion
#moon
#universe
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