Poems about Vulnerability
#vulnerability
Poetry about being vulnerable, capable of being physically or emotionally wounded. Poems about our own vulnerability or that of others.
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 3:28pm
11th Mar 2025 3:28pm
Who Are You?
Friends put knives to your throat,
And remind you that you're alone.
Dominating you, and trying to control,
The 7 ounces of your soul.
But I seek out from below.
Their gaseous body will surely implode.
They put their guns in your face.
And let everyone they know gang rape.
Am I accepted and part of the whole?
Or am I just their weekend hoe?
I wake up knowing I'm alone.
With a knife to my throat.
Who are you trying to take my soul?
Friend or demon. I'll never know.
And remind you that you're alone.
Dominating you, and trying to control,
The 7 ounces of your soul.
But I seek out from below.
Their gaseous body will surely implode.
They put their guns in your face.
And let everyone they know gang rape.
Am I accepted and part of the whole?
Or am I just their weekend hoe?
I wake up knowing I'm alone.
With a knife to my throat.
Who are you trying to take my soul?
Friend or demon. I'll never know.
#dark
#friendship
#love
#philosophical
#vulnerability
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AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 5:03pm
28th Feb 2025 5:03pm
Strip For Me
I got me a lap dance.
Don't need to try,
To get in her pants.
They're gone.
And I'm just there,
For the big and brawn.
Sipping this martini,
Enjoying the porn.
Can't wait for this horny guy,
To come and join.
We'll gamble 'til the light of dawn.
Who gets the dance?
We'll flip a coin.
Ill mind fuck him,
While she gets him on.
He's distracted,
So I know I've won.
Now let's get going.
The sun is out.
Let's do a dance, at your house.
Id love to whip these titties out. ...
Don't need to try,
To get in her pants.
They're gone.
And I'm just there,
For the big and brawn.
Sipping this martini,
Enjoying the porn.
Can't wait for this horny guy,
To come and join.
We'll gamble 'til the light of dawn.
Who gets the dance?
We'll flip a coin.
Ill mind fuck him,
While she gets him on.
He's distracted,
So I know I've won.
Now let's get going.
The sun is out.
Let's do a dance, at your house.
Id love to whip these titties out. ...
#funny
#holiday
#ThrillSeeking #vulnerability
#ThrillSeeking #vulnerability
163 reads
12 Comments
NoQuarter
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 1:23pm
17th Feb 2025 1:23pm
Cadaver
The white sheet whispers as it's drawn away,
revealing secrets of a life's decay.
Not flesh alone, but spirit laid bare,
for prying eyes, and whispers in the air.
Each question, scalpel-sharp, begins to slice,
not at the skin, but deeper, something dark.
"Why this?" they probe, "and what if that had been?"
A cruel dissection of what might be left of me.
Accusations, like formaldehyde's harsh sting,
preserve the pain, the shame the whispers bring.
"A careless heart," they murmur, heads all...
revealing secrets of a life's decay.
Not flesh alone, but spirit laid bare,
for prying eyes, and whispers in the air.
Each question, scalpel-sharp, begins to slice,
not at the skin, but deeper, something dark.
"Why this?" they probe, "and what if that had been?"
A cruel dissection of what might be left of me.
Accusations, like formaldehyde's harsh sting,
preserve the pain, the shame the whispers bring.
"A careless heart," they murmur, heads all...
#dark
#vulnerability
#weakness
86 reads
2 Comments
Sappho
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 3:04pm
15th Feb 2025 3:04pm
Big Black Bird
Madness
Humming, an old woman rocks herself
A man repeats a word again and again
Two older women are fighting for a doll
Somewhere a. radio is blaring loud
Another ordinary day begins as usual
And I am part of this community of fate
My new home is a caring home
Defect entity
A thinking mind and a loving heart
Locked in a frail disabled body
One of God"s abandoned children
Superfluous and useless for society
Mercíless sorted out and deported
A deeply desperate fallen angel
With unsuitable disheveled wings ...
Humming, an old woman rocks herself
A man repeats a word again and again
Two older women are fighting for a doll
Somewhere a. radio is blaring loud
Another ordinary day begins as usual
And I am part of this community of fate
My new home is a caring home
Defect entity
A thinking mind and a loving heart
Locked in a frail disabled body
One of God"s abandoned children
Superfluous and useless for society
Mercíless sorted out and deported
A deeply desperate fallen angel
With unsuitable disheveled wings ...
#disability
#illness
#vulnerability
90 reads
11 Comments
tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 3:44am
8th Feb 2025 3:44am
*Vulnerable*
I struggle to write love poems
It’s easier to rip out my heart and show you how it bleeds
Gripped and dripping down impulsively tattooed arms and dampened sleeves
Staining the shirts of those who are never coming back
But wearing occasionally just to breathe their scent
One last time..
Before washing them in grey and faded memories
It feels dull
And emptiness starts to fill the skull
Biting down on chapped lips in a room of unfamiliar faces
Hoping one of them emanates a purple hue ...
It’s easier to rip out my heart and show you how it bleeds
Gripped and dripping down impulsively tattooed arms and dampened sleeves
Staining the shirts of those who are never coming back
But wearing occasionally just to breathe their scent
One last time..
Before washing them in grey and faded memories
It feels dull
And emptiness starts to fill the skull
Biting down on chapped lips in a room of unfamiliar faces
Hoping one of them emanates a purple hue ...
#heartbroken
#love
#memories
#SelfReflection
#vulnerability
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2 Comments
poetOftragedy
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 9:03pm
31st Jan 2025 9:03pm
Sword from the stone
I gave my all
But I still could not pull the sword from the stone.
I know you put all your eggs on me
Made me your Moses and expected me to part the seas
Gave me the torch to carry your dream
In me you had hope
In me you gave your all
Despite all my faults.
And I tried and gave it my all.
But I still could not pull the sword from the stone.
Is it my lack of strength
Or the heaviness of my heart?
Is it my failures?
Or my lack of wisdom?
The sea stands before us,
and the wolves are...
But I still could not pull the sword from the stone.
I know you put all your eggs on me
Made me your Moses and expected me to part the seas
Gave me the torch to carry your dream
In me you had hope
In me you gave your all
Despite all my faults.
And I tried and gave it my all.
But I still could not pull the sword from the stone.
Is it my lack of strength
Or the heaviness of my heart?
Is it my failures?
Or my lack of wisdom?
The sea stands before us,
and the wolves are...
#disappointment
#LifeStruggles
#responsibility #vulnerability
#responsibility #vulnerability
89 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 1:05pm
26th Jan 2025 1:05pm
Broken Hearts
I sail the seas with pride
You can't hide your heart
You shouldn't deny your love
You can't hide your heart
You shouldn't deny your love
#love
#sea
#senryu
#shadows
#vulnerability
133 reads
14 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 7:54pm
23rd Jan 2025 7:54pm
Ocean of Sorrow
When the air falls silent,
and you rest your head
on my heart,
I’m afraid all you’ll hear
is a resonance with a cadence
of an ocean of sorrow,
echoing waves of my blues,
ebbing and flowing in woe
within my soul’s conch.
and you rest your head
on my heart,
I’m afraid all you’ll hear
is a resonance with a cadence
of an ocean of sorrow,
echoing waves of my blues,
ebbing and flowing in woe
within my soul’s conch.
#sadness
#vulnerability
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 12:12pm
19th Jan 2025 12:12pm
Broken
Within my flesh
My soul is torn
Lost in a day
Not for the strong
Broken
Dreams I can't follow
If I die forever
Everlasting sorrow
My soul is torn
Lost in a day
Not for the strong
Broken
Dreams I can't follow
If I die forever
Everlasting sorrow
#dark
#rhyming
#vulnerability #weakness
#vulnerability #weakness
165 reads
12 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 5:20pm
13th Jan 2025 5:20pm
The Guilty Generation
I wake up angry
as two faced January
screams the death throes of our world
The kids say it's my fault
that I could have done more
The 'guilty' generation
who should have done more
So I took my rage to a church
where cold high ceilings
squander energy
while my anger squirms
I am angry at God
and myself
for listening
to too much news
I should learn to shut it all out
put my head in the sand--
but then isn't that what God does
while his children burn
as two faced January
screams the death throes of our world
The kids say it's my fault
that I could have done more
The 'guilty' generation
who should have done more
So I took my rage to a church
where cold high ceilings
squander energy
while my anger squirms
I am angry at God
and myself
for listening
to too much news
I should learn to shut it all out
put my head in the sand--
but then isn't that what God does
while his children burn
#anger
#sadness
#vulnerability
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0 Comments
nostalgic_being10
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 11:01pm
12th Jan 2025 11:01pm
Restored
Crumbled bones start to mend now,
Restored pieces crawl back to their owner
Chances of rebirth, life's kindness returned as a donor
Life returned at last somehow
Voluntarily, it gave a cure for the ache
Noticed the screeching that came out of the owner's mouth,
Resembling an unforeseen plague
Despite inevitable doom, life saved the bones from decaying
Somehow, it was life that saw willingness remaining
Though the pain of the shattering still lingers,
The pain greater than previous hollow wounds,
At last, the blood pulses through the...
Restored pieces crawl back to their owner
Chances of rebirth, life's kindness returned as a donor
Life returned at last somehow
Voluntarily, it gave a cure for the ache
Noticed the screeching that came out of the owner's mouth,
Resembling an unforeseen plague
Despite inevitable doom, life saved the bones from decaying
Somehow, it was life that saw willingness remaining
Though the pain of the shattering still lingers,
The pain greater than previous hollow wounds,
At last, the blood pulses through the...
#healing
#hope
#vulnerability
122 reads
4 Comments
Poet__2248
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 1:39pm
6th Jan 2025 1:39pm
An itch
Her body is wrapped in bandage
For her skin does not scab
Once again
it is torn by her own nails
Which now protrude from her limbs
Her legs and arms horribly disfigured and impaled
Cut and bruised at her own hand
She tries not to look at them
As they only blemish her very vision
and claw at her memory
Void of mercy
and gentleness
they can no longer be hidden
stubbornly forgotten and encased in her bleeding flesh
Again, she will begin to itch
And then the memories
they will subside
after she has scratched raw...
For her skin does not scab
Once again
it is torn by her own nails
Which now protrude from her limbs
Her legs and arms horribly disfigured and impaled
Cut and bruised at her own hand
She tries not to look at them
As they only blemish her very vision
and claw at her memory
Void of mercy
and gentleness
they can no longer be hidden
stubbornly forgotten and encased in her bleeding flesh
Again, she will begin to itch
And then the memories
they will subside
after she has scratched raw...
#emotional
#FeelingTrapped
#MentalHealth
#vulnerability
#weakness
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