Poems About Vulnerability Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about vulnerability seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
30th Aug 2024 1:06am
30th Aug 2024 1:06am
a simple puppet
look, I live on a hill
sometimes I can walk up it
but sometimes I can’t
help falling down
sometimes I can walk up it
but sometimes I can’t
help falling down
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
#vulnerability
92 reads
3 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
29th Aug 2024 11:20am
29th Aug 2024 11:20am
Deep waters of broken hearts
I sail the ocean 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
85 reads
9 Comments
xthan
Poem Published
16th Aug 2024 9:15am
16th Aug 2024 9:15am
Nirvana
It isn't much
no sounding alarms
aiding my bones
to rise up
the kettle boils,
I step outside into
the garden letting
everything unfold,
if there is a nirvana
it sounds like birdsong
as I close my eyes
inhaling through
my nose,
it looks like the
breaking of a
new day
as song thrush
bares witness to
tears meeting
my beige
patio
it was the most
peaceful song
I have ever
heard.
no sounding alarms
aiding my bones
to rise up
the kettle boils,
I step outside into
the garden letting
everything unfold,
if there is a nirvana
it sounds like birdsong
as I close my eyes
inhaling through
my nose,
it looks like the
breaking of a
new day
as song thrush
bares witness to
tears meeting
my beige
patio
it was the most
peaceful song
I have ever
heard.
#LifeCycle
#morning
#vulnerability
140 reads
0 Comments
Aquatic-Vehicle
Lexiloo
Lexiloo
Poem Published
10th Aug 2024 12:03pm
10th Aug 2024 12:03pm
Love Is An Illusion
Cloak runs clear
As I’m ravished in pretend.
An unwilling jerk
It forces me in a mirage.
Pastel cotton candy skies
A lake coated in a green hue
Glisten against one another.
A stench of pollen
So overwhelming it curls my nose hairs.
Everything is perfect.
As I brought the jar to my lips
I gasp for a sip
And the bitter taste clogs my tonsils.
Ultimately, it was the taste
The bitter coat of gin
That ushered me awake.
It’s the captivating effect of love.
Or alcohol.
...
As I’m ravished in pretend.
An unwilling jerk
It forces me in a mirage.
Pastel cotton candy skies
A lake coated in a green hue
Glisten against one another.
A stench of pollen
So overwhelming it curls my nose hairs.
Everything is perfect.
As I brought the jar to my lips
I gasp for a sip
And the bitter taste clogs my tonsils.
Ultimately, it was the taste
The bitter coat of gin
That ushered me awake.
It’s the captivating effect of love.
Or alcohol.
...
#alcohol
#healing
#temptation #vulnerability
#temptation #vulnerability
100 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
1st Aug 2024 7:16pm
1st Aug 2024 7:16pm
Feel the parasite as it eats you from the inside out
Hope
Fuck hope
Hope is a pig
Kick it, murder it
Annihilate it
Hope for hope?
To be full of hope is to be full of shit
Hope is a weapon used against you
Hope costs money, you always pay
You're always hoping that your god hears you
Do you truly believe that?
It's all in your mind
Fuck hope
Hope is a pig
Kick it, murder it
Annihilate it
Hope for hope?
To be full of hope is to be full of shit
Hope is a weapon used against you
Hope costs money, you always pay
You're always hoping that your god hears you
Do you truly believe that?
It's all in your mind
#atheism
#hope
#strength
#vulnerability
#weakness
99 reads
8 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
31st Jul 2024 3:25pm
31st Jul 2024 3:25pm
He Comes To Me In The Wind (with Darrow)
The wind whispers to me
announcing my destiny
As if kissed by a fallen feather
I feel you drawing nearer
And nearer, the wind blows me to you
A presence felt, not seen
I am chosen,
As a keeper of light,
Your ardent gaze I see,
looking up at me in glee,
In joyous delight
You have found me
I have waited so long, and I have longed
For this moment
For you
announcing my destiny
As if kissed by a fallen feather
I feel you drawing nearer
And nearer, the wind blows me to you
A presence felt, not seen
I am chosen,
As a keeper of light,
Your ardent gaze I see,
looking up at me in glee,
In joyous delight
You have found me
I have waited so long, and I have longed
For this moment
For you
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#vulnerability
50 reads
25 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
27th Jul 2024 11:37pm
27th Jul 2024 11:37pm
Strangers
We exist here.
Within the same walls,
Under the same roof,
Yet, an invisible chasm divides us.
I watch silently, wondering when it all started
The way you talk to everyone
In a language, warm and inviting
Foreign only to me
Are they strangers or am i?
Within the same walls,
Under the same roof,
Yet, an invisible chasm divides us.
I watch silently, wondering when it all started
The way you talk to everyone
In a language, warm and inviting
Foreign only to me
Are they strangers or am i?
#emotions
#emptiness
#vulnerability
179 reads
2 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
27th Jul 2024 3:05pm
27th Jul 2024 3:05pm
I'm trying to be a human
I'm not from earth
I was beamed in from a Z world
Fell to earth like Bowie
Teen years were torture
Got better after that
Drank 2 Tom Collins Thursday night
Could be a convert
Mostly I suck booze down straight
Tom Collins is sweet
Almost a girl drink
Or some country club shit
I have a square head
A box head to be exact
My sister is a normal American
I'm an experiment
Test tube baby gone astray
I like sex .... maybe too much
I was beamed in from a Z world
Fell to earth like Bowie
Teen years were torture
Got better after that
Drank 2 Tom Collins Thursday night
Could be a convert
Mostly I suck booze down straight
Tom Collins is sweet
Almost a girl drink
Or some country club shit
I have a square head
A box head to be exact
My sister is a normal American
I'm an experiment
Test tube baby gone astray
I like sex .... maybe too much
#aliens
#identity
#scifi
#sex
#vulnerability
314 reads
41 Comments
BlackBox
Black Box
Black Box
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2024 11:47pm
22nd Jul 2024 11:47pm
Limerence
The hurt stings all over my body
A Phantom pain that slowly builds
Crushing the reality of the situation;
Searing it into my brain
Like the Frenzied Flame of Madness scorching my every thought to oblivion
They all end the same way
Alone. With my regrets. My dejected hopes. My burden
When will the sun rise? Rise.
Rise and repent your trifling hopes!
Desiccate the miserable wretch!
Turn. Turn and walk, walk away
Weary feet pattering away
Detached, listless pondering thoughts.
Evanescent as my very will ...
A Phantom pain that slowly builds
Crushing the reality of the situation;
Searing it into my brain
Like the Frenzied Flame of Madness scorching my every thought to oblivion
They all end the same way
Alone. With my regrets. My dejected hopes. My burden
When will the sun rise? Rise.
Rise and repent your trifling hopes!
Desiccate the miserable wretch!
Turn. Turn and walk, walk away
Weary feet pattering away
Detached, listless pondering thoughts.
Evanescent as my very will ...
#apathy
#depression
#relationships
#suffering
#vulnerability
176 reads
2 Comments
MelancholicMike
Poem Published
6th Jul 2024 9:20pm
6th Jul 2024 9:20pm
A Night Of A Solemn Prayer
Guide my steps if I ever go astray
There are not so many hands stretched out wide to me
Not enough arms to welcome me home
Out of depression it may seem to fill empty space
Broken hollows which never seems to heal
Touch me so that I can see that hope never disappoints
Open my eyes so I see the blindness of this world
I have been lost neglecting the trace of time
But give me a dream to reignite my passion
Never let sentimentalism divert my sole purpose
Hate to love, Love to hate
This is a weakened heart
Too scared to be pierced ...
There are not so many hands stretched out wide to me
Not enough arms to welcome me home
Out of depression it may seem to fill empty space
Broken hollows which never seems to heal
Touch me so that I can see that hope never disappoints
Open my eyes so I see the blindness of this world
I have been lost neglecting the trace of time
But give me a dream to reignite my passion
Never let sentimentalism divert my sole purpose
Hate to love, Love to hate
This is a weakened heart
Too scared to be pierced ...
#despair
#honesty
#vulnerability #weakness
#vulnerability #weakness
108 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 4:45am
1st Jul 2024 4:45am
Conservatives
Once being cool got yoked to OG
the human race was as fucked as can be;
no ethics, no responsibility,
and only winners allowed to run free.
Finish off the weak, or get them to work.
Be the boss they need to earn their keep
even if you have to be a jerk
or deprive them of nutrition and sleep.
It's what an originalist would do
whenever he wasn't capping an ass
or test driving something shiny and new
that got low miles per gallon of gas.
It's a strong man they say that saves the day
never mind that they're as...
the human race was as fucked as can be;
no ethics, no responsibility,
and only winners allowed to run free.
Finish off the weak, or get them to work.
Be the boss they need to earn their keep
even if you have to be a jerk
or deprive them of nutrition and sleep.
It's what an originalist would do
whenever he wasn't capping an ass
or test driving something shiny and new
that got low miles per gallon of gas.
It's a strong man they say that saves the day
never mind that they're as...
#corruption
#oppression
#politics
#power
#vulnerability
174 reads
9 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
29th Jun 2024 11:42pm
29th Jun 2024 11:42pm
Yard Waste
So eager now to burn on down,
via independent ember,
itching to scorch the late June brown
into ash until September.
The clover too is very dry;
a tinder waiting for the torch
to further blaze on things nearby...
thank God I have no wooden porch!
The rosemary...is fit to burn;
the smoke is dark, its flame is bright,
and by that light I might discern
more fuel for July fourth night...
but by then...it will be too late...
to think my country really great :(
via independent ember,
itching to scorch the late June brown
into ash until September.
The clover too is very dry;
a tinder waiting for the torch
to further blaze on things nearby...
thank God I have no wooden porch!
The rosemary...is fit to burn;
the smoke is dark, its flame is bright,
and by that light I might discern
more fuel for July fourth night...
but by then...it will be too late...
to think my country really great :(
#politics
#violence
#vulnerability
145 reads
12 Comments
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