Denial Poems
#denial
Denial poems, poetry about being in denial, unwilling to accept that something troublesome is true. Denial poems about grief, unrequited love, addiction and not taking responsibility for our actions. Poetry about being unable to come to terms with difficult situations and events.
poetOftragedy
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 11:45pm
9th Feb 2025 11:45pm
So, Let's call it a tie.
You've said all your words
left your mark,
and left me with a bruised heart.
I made my act and played my part.
I think it was nothing more than a paper cut
So, let's call it a tie
it's not the first time,
No need for us to fall apart.
it's nothing new,
we both have been starring at each other through a barrel of a gun.
with that in mind,
who's was not expecting a few scars?
It's dark,
Ups and downs
It's the only thing we call love
who cares if we fight through the night
When we both...
left your mark,
and left me with a bruised heart.
I made my act and played my part.
I think it was nothing more than a paper cut
So, let's call it a tie
it's not the first time,
No need for us to fall apart.
it's nothing new,
we both have been starring at each other through a barrel of a gun.
with that in mind,
who's was not expecting a few scars?
It's dark,
Ups and downs
It's the only thing we call love
who cares if we fight through the night
When we both...
#conflict
#denial
#LifeStruggles #love
#LifeStruggles #love
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Nvmb
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 9:37am
9th Feb 2025 9:37am
Broken Vessels
I feel you crawling through my veins,
not like fire,
not like ice,
but something quieter—
a weightless drowning.
Your name, still sharp on my tongue,
a rusted key in a door long closed.
Every breath I take,
a hymn in your absence,
a prayer unanswered.
And I swore I’d let you go,
but the echo of your voice
does not forgive,
does not forget.
So take what’s left,
wear my ruin like a crown.
Trace the map of me with your hands,
see where the fault lines tremble.
I was never meant to stand...
not like fire,
not like ice,
but something quieter—
a weightless drowning.
Your name, still sharp on my tongue,
a rusted key in a door long closed.
Every breath I take,
a hymn in your absence,
a prayer unanswered.
And I swore I’d let you go,
but the echo of your voice
does not forgive,
does not forget.
So take what’s left,
wear my ruin like a crown.
Trace the map of me with your hands,
see where the fault lines tremble.
I was never meant to stand...
#denial
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
#shame
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poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 1:52am
4th Feb 2025 1:52am
I am not dreaming anymore at night
I am not dreaming anymore
At night
Because there are
Nothing left for me to dream
At the moment
And that is the truth
When I sleep at night I sleep
Like a log
I never get up in the middle of the night
I also hear myself breathing nonstop
I need to get 8 hours of sleep
I can't function without sleep
My father
When I wake up in the morning
I am always waking up tired
My dear God
I would love to go back to bed
And sleep a few hours
But if I do that I won't sleep at night
Also, I am not a morning person...
At night
Because there are
Nothing left for me to dream
At the moment
And that is the truth
When I sleep at night I sleep
Like a log
I never get up in the middle of the night
I also hear myself breathing nonstop
I need to get 8 hours of sleep
I can't function without sleep
My father
When I wake up in the morning
I am always waking up tired
My dear God
I would love to go back to bed
And sleep a few hours
But if I do that I won't sleep at night
Also, I am not a morning person...
#anxiety
#denial
#despair
#heartbroken
#jealousy
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 2:38pm
3rd Feb 2025 2:38pm
Disturbing Thoughts
From my thoughts are things that I still don't understand, but yet I find myself lost in my own chain of thoughts. TRYING to shut my mind, down and off from thinking about so much. THAT it seems to haunt my brain. 🧠 TILL I can feel the deepness of the tension, exploding in my brain waves creeping, into my silent whispers of the unseen. THAT only I see which has now become, my darkness of night dreams. Yet I am unafraid to go deeper than deep, into the process of my own curiosity. THAT I want to dig deeper into the reason why am I having these, type of thoughts only at night when the...
#confusion
#dark
#denial
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
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oldmanG
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 3:53am
3rd Feb 2025 3:53am
Held On (Too Long)
Held on too long
Held on too long to a love that ran away
Held on too long to a love that I thought would stay
Held on too long to a piece of her heart
Held on too long even after it fell apart
Held on too long to the dream of us
Held on too long even though I know it’s not thus
Held on too long to start living again
Held on too long to start loving again
Held on too long to her but I lost myself
Held on too long kept myself on a shelf
Held on too long look at...
Held on too long to a love that ran away
Held on too long to a love that I thought would stay
Held on too long to a piece of her heart
Held on too long even after it fell apart
Held on too long to the dream of us
Held on too long even though I know it’s not thus
Held on too long to start living again
Held on too long to start loving again
Held on too long to her but I lost myself
Held on too long kept myself on a shelf
Held on too long look at...
#bittersweet
#denial
#love #regret
#love #regret
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oskar
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 7:34pm
2nd Feb 2025 7:34pm
the tarrifs
The Tariffs
here we go again, in a strong country where most workers are not unionized, but the rich are and the working class has to pay for the wealthy’s expenses, this time in the form of tariffs those who have the business of production can reduce the local market’s cost, but they will not instead, they will jack up their prices because we live in a free society where the lower order has little influence to demand better pay
There will be demonstrations against hard times, the strikers will be vilified as enemies of freedom, thrown into jail on fake charges, and called...
here we go again, in a strong country where most workers are not unionized, but the rich are and the working class has to pay for the wealthy’s expenses, this time in the form of tariffs those who have the business of production can reduce the local market’s cost, but they will not instead, they will jack up their prices because we live in a free society where the lower order has little influence to demand better pay
There will be demonstrations against hard times, the strikers will be vilified as enemies of freedom, thrown into jail on fake charges, and called...
#anger
#anxiety
#bittersweet
#confusion
#denial
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 9:21pm
1st Feb 2025 9:21pm
...just a little reminder
there's always seems
to be enough time....
until there
isn't
to be enough time....
until there
isn't
#denial
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 4:20am
1st Feb 2025 4:20am
The Love Poems to all the Unreceived Valentines
She told me she was never happy.
As I made her laugh.
And,
She said that she felt alone.
Whenever she talked to me.
And,
Maybe I don't pick on signs.
But, I wonder if it coulda been something good.
If I had just said hello.
Maybe made her laugh.
I don't really know.
I'm relatively oblivious to the things.
Going on around me.
I don't know the difference.
Between one mystifying display of emotion.
From the other.
But shouldn't being happy when.
Mostly you're miserable...
As I made her laugh.
And,
She said that she felt alone.
Whenever she talked to me.
And,
Maybe I don't pick on signs.
But, I wonder if it coulda been something good.
If I had just said hello.
Maybe made her laugh.
I don't really know.
I'm relatively oblivious to the things.
Going on around me.
I don't know the difference.
Between one mystifying display of emotion.
From the other.
But shouldn't being happy when.
Mostly you're miserable...
#denial
#loneliness
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poptartchan
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 11:24pm
28th Jan 2025 11:24pm
A long forgotten place
Beyond the forest
A library long forgotten
Legends once told
Now each spine rotten
I walked the empty place
The dust settled on shelves
Candle in hand against the dark
Into the scrolls I delve
The light flickered against the wall
Up above the ceiling marked with paint
I had to climb the up high to see it clearly
Golden leaf along the trim to mark a saint
Hidden in a place long sealed away
A supposed hero sleeps
Death and decay can only be seen
Angels and the world weeps
In those pages they...
A library long forgotten
Legends once told
Now each spine rotten
I walked the empty place
The dust settled on shelves
Candle in hand against the dark
Into the scrolls I delve
The light flickered against the wall
Up above the ceiling marked with paint
I had to climb the up high to see it clearly
Golden leaf along the trim to mark a saint
Hidden in a place long sealed away
A supposed hero sleeps
Death and decay can only be seen
Angels and the world weeps
In those pages they...
#denial
#hope
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oskar
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 6:33pm
27th Jan 2025 6:33pm
the charade
The Charade
A wealthy man dressed up as a poor guy walked into a bank to see the employees' reaction naturally it was predictable, that the rich man found it upsetting and gave us a lecture that everyone is equal
If the poor guy had a twenty-dollar bill in his pocket if that was true the last thing he would do was go into a bank, the likelihood is he would buy a burger, with chips and drink a few beers, feeling good
When a wealthy person pretends to be poor To put himself as a good guy, he knows nothing about poverty; he can go back to being rich again and the poor...
A wealthy man dressed up as a poor guy walked into a bank to see the employees' reaction naturally it was predictable, that the rich man found it upsetting and gave us a lecture that everyone is equal
If the poor guy had a twenty-dollar bill in his pocket if that was true the last thing he would do was go into a bank, the likelihood is he would buy a burger, with chips and drink a few beers, feeling good
When a wealthy person pretends to be poor To put himself as a good guy, he knows nothing about poverty; he can go back to being rich again and the poor...
#anger
#anxiety
#confusion #denial
#confusion #denial
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poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 00:10am
25th Jan 2025 00:10am
I wanna live
I wanna live
My life to the fullest
Father
I want to try to make
Some more new friends
Because Father I have
Very little friends in
My life
Also I have to look
After myself
Father I have no problem
Looking after myself
I do it every single day
I look also after my health
Every single day
And I go to bed early
Every single night
So that I get
A proper night sleep
My life to the fullest
Father
I want to try to make
Some more new friends
Because Father I have
Very little friends in
My life
Also I have to look
After myself
Father I have no problem
Looking after myself
I do it every single day
I look also after my health
Every single day
And I go to bed early
Every single night
So that I get
A proper night sleep
#confusion
#denial
#despair
#heartbroken
#jealousy
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 9:41pm
19th Jan 2025 9:41pm
One word and concisely miserable.
The.
Sun.
Has.
Burnt.
My.
Hangover.
Into.
My.
Soul
I'm.
Gasping.
For.
Air.
With.
Leather.
Backed.
Lungs.
And.
Baby.
Maybe.
You.
Got.
Me.
All.
Wrong.
As.
I.
Lurch.
Forward.
Or.
Lay.
Down.
And.
Fade.
Into.
The.
Bleeding.
Days.
Where.
Yesterday.
Became.
Today.
In.
The.
Sunset.
With. ...
Sun.
Has.
Burnt.
My.
Hangover.
Into.
My.
Soul
I'm.
Gasping.
For.
Air.
With.
Leather.
Backed.
Lungs.
And.
Baby.
Maybe.
You.
Got.
Me.
All.
Wrong.
As.
I.
Lurch.
Forward.
Or.
Lay.
Down.
And.
Fade.
Into.
The.
Bleeding.
Days.
Where.
Yesterday.
Became.
Today.
In.
The.
Sunset.
With. ...
#boredom
#denial
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