Poems About Disappointment by New Members
#disappointment
Poems about disappointment by new members. Poems written by members who joined within the last 30 days.
Nvmb
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 8:05pm
19th Jan 2025 8:05pm
Who are you
Who are you, staring back at me?
Someone I don’t want to see.
Your eyes are hollow, your hands are still,
You’re the weight I can’t ever kill.
I try to talk, but you just blink,
Are you afraid of what I think?
Tell me, do you even care?
Or are you just a ghost in there?
Who are you, and what’s your name?
Do you hate me? Am I to blame?
Why do you wear this broken face,
Like nothing’s left to take its place?
I’m begging you, say something true—
Who are you?
When did you stop looking my way?
Was it when...
Someone I don’t want to see.
Your eyes are hollow, your hands are still,
You’re the weight I can’t ever kill.
I try to talk, but you just blink,
Are you afraid of what I think?
Tell me, do you even care?
Or are you just a ghost in there?
Who are you, and what’s your name?
Do you hate me? Am I to blame?
Why do you wear this broken face,
Like nothing’s left to take its place?
I’m begging you, say something true—
Who are you?
When did you stop looking my way?
Was it when...
#apathy
#dark
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
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Nvmb
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 8:05pm
19th Jan 2025 8:05pm
Who are you
Who are you, staring back at me?
Someone I don’t want to see.
Your eyes are hollow, your hands are still,
You’re the weight I can’t ever kill.
I try to talk, but you just blink,
Are you afraid of what I think?
Tell me, do you even care?
Or are you just a ghost in there?
Who are you, and what’s your name?
Do you hate me? Am I to blame?
Why do you wear this broken face,
Like nothing’s left to take its place?
I’m begging you, say something true—
Who are you?
When did you stop looking my way?
Was it when...
Someone I don’t want to see.
Your eyes are hollow, your hands are still,
You’re the weight I can’t ever kill.
I try to talk, but you just blink,
Are you afraid of what I think?
Tell me, do you even care?
Or are you just a ghost in there?
Who are you, and what’s your name?
Do you hate me? Am I to blame?
Why do you wear this broken face,
Like nothing’s left to take its place?
I’m begging you, say something true—
Who are you?
When did you stop looking my way?
Was it when...
#apathy
#dark
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
47 reads
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Nvmb
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 8:05pm
19th Jan 2025 8:05pm
Who are you
Who are you, staring back at me?
Someone I don’t want to see.
Your eyes are hollow, your hands are still,
You’re the weight I can’t ever kill.
I try to talk, but you just blink,
Are you afraid of what I think?
Tell me, do you even care?
Or are you just a ghost in there?
Who are you, and what’s your name?
Do you hate me? Am I to blame?
Why do you wear this broken face,
Like nothing’s left to take its place?
I’m begging you, say something true—
Who are you?
When did you stop looking my way?
Was it when...
Someone I don’t want to see.
Your eyes are hollow, your hands are still,
You’re the weight I can’t ever kill.
I try to talk, but you just blink,
Are you afraid of what I think?
Tell me, do you even care?
Or are you just a ghost in there?
Who are you, and what’s your name?
Do you hate me? Am I to blame?
Why do you wear this broken face,
Like nothing’s left to take its place?
I’m begging you, say something true—
Who are you?
When did you stop looking my way?
Was it when...
#apathy
#dark
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
47 reads
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Nvmb
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 8:05pm
19th Jan 2025 8:05pm
Who are you
Who are you, staring back at me?
Someone I don’t want to see.
Your eyes are hollow, your hands are still,
You’re the weight I can’t ever kill.
I try to talk, but you just blink,
Are you afraid of what I think?
Tell me, do you even care?
Or are you just a ghost in there?
Who are you, and what’s your name?
Do you hate me? Am I to blame?
Why do you wear this broken face,
Like nothing’s left to take its place?
I’m begging you, say something true—
Who are you?
When did you stop looking my way?
Was it when...
Someone I don’t want to see.
Your eyes are hollow, your hands are still,
You’re the weight I can’t ever kill.
I try to talk, but you just blink,
Are you afraid of what I think?
Tell me, do you even care?
Or are you just a ghost in there?
Who are you, and what’s your name?
Do you hate me? Am I to blame?
Why do you wear this broken face,
Like nothing’s left to take its place?
I’m begging you, say something true—
Who are you?
When did you stop looking my way?
Was it when...
#apathy
#dark
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
47 reads
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Nvmb
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 8:05pm
19th Jan 2025 8:05pm
Who are you
Who are you, staring back at me?
Someone I don’t want to see.
Your eyes are hollow, your hands are still,
You’re the weight I can’t ever kill.
I try to talk, but you just blink,
Are you afraid of what I think?
Tell me, do you even care?
Or are you just a ghost in there?
Who are you, and what’s your name?
Do you hate me? Am I to blame?
Why do you wear this broken face,
Like nothing’s left to take its place?
I’m begging you, say something true—
Who are you?
When did you stop looking my way?
Was it when...
Someone I don’t want to see.
Your eyes are hollow, your hands are still,
You’re the weight I can’t ever kill.
I try to talk, but you just blink,
Are you afraid of what I think?
Tell me, do you even care?
Or are you just a ghost in there?
Who are you, and what’s your name?
Do you hate me? Am I to blame?
Why do you wear this broken face,
Like nothing’s left to take its place?
I’m begging you, say something true—
Who are you?
When did you stop looking my way?
Was it when...
#apathy
#dark
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
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StillisinInk
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 9:48am
9th Jan 2025 9:48am
Buried freedom and Expectations.
Through the dumped imposition of expectation,
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.
All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.
Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.
Do you have some hope left?
I...
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.
All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.
Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.
Do you have some hope left?
I...
#anger
#disappointment
#FeelingTrapped
#grief
#sadness
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StillisinInk
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 9:48am
9th Jan 2025 9:48am
Buried freedom and Expectations.
Through the dumped imposition of expectation,
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.
All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.
Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.
Do you have some hope left?
I...
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.
All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.
Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.
Do you have some hope left?
I...
#anger
#disappointment
#FeelingTrapped
#grief
#sadness
70 reads
0 Comments
StillisinInk
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 9:48am
9th Jan 2025 9:48am
Buried freedom and Expectations.
Through the dumped imposition of expectation,
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.
All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.
Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.
Do you have some hope left?
I...
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.
All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.
Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.
Do you have some hope left?
I...
#anger
#disappointment
#FeelingTrapped
#grief
#sadness
70 reads
0 Comments
StillisinInk
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 9:48am
9th Jan 2025 9:48am
Buried freedom and Expectations.
Through the dumped imposition of expectation,
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.
All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.
Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.
Do you have some hope left?
I...
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.
All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.
Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.
Do you have some hope left?
I...
#anger
#disappointment
#FeelingTrapped
#grief
#sadness
70 reads
0 Comments
StillisinInk
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 9:48am
9th Jan 2025 9:48am
Buried freedom and Expectations.
Through the dumped imposition of expectation,
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.
All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.
Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.
Do you have some hope left?
I...
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.
All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.
Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.
Do you have some hope left?
I...
#anger
#disappointment
#FeelingTrapped
#grief
#sadness
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3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 10:51am
1st Jan 2025 10:51am
Preacher.
Sinner the best at sinning in disguise,
You wonder who's the culprit,
of that reward, and I say,
It's that preacher at the pulpit.
You wonder who's the culprit,
of that reward, and I say,
It's that preacher at the pulpit.
#disappointment
#hate
#religion
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1 Comment
3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 10:51am
1st Jan 2025 10:51am
Preacher.
Sinner the best at sinning in disguise,
You wonder who's the culprit,
of that reward, and I say,
It's that preacher at the pulpit.
You wonder who's the culprit,
of that reward, and I say,
It's that preacher at the pulpit.
#disappointment
#hate
#religion
66 reads
1 Comment
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