Poems About Vulnerability Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about vulnerability seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
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
125 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
129 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
60 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
221 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
353 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
207 reads
2 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
21st Jul 2024 7:22pm
21st Jul 2024 7:22pm
Scabs
I.
in the late 18th century
the term scab was used
to describe anybody
that wouldn’t join a union
or refused to strike
wounds walking around
like regular people
a dichotomy of living
and need
II.
the worst scab I’ve ever tended
was a cigarette I put out on my arm
aged twenty, full of fear
burnt skin doesn’t heal like slices
little red halos turn white
the world buzzes for a moment
nothing but silence
and weak knees
III. ...
in the late 18th century
the term scab was used
to describe anybody
that wouldn’t join a union
or refused to strike
wounds walking around
like regular people
a dichotomy of living
and need
II.
the worst scab I’ve ever tended
was a cigarette I put out on my arm
aged twenty, full of fear
burnt skin doesn’t heal like slices
little red halos turn white
the world buzzes for a moment
nothing but silence
and weak knees
III. ...
#confessional
#hurt
#myself
#vulnerability
#weakness
189 reads
6 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
17th Jul 2024 10:34am
17th Jul 2024 10:34am
Real Talk
I watch her perch on a seventies chair
hair draped across her face
skirt meeting skin at the knees.
I look at her there
crushed
somewhere between woe
and the wandering world
as she talks of how time
eats her alive
how love fucks her up
as she fidgets with a silver ring,
chews her bottom lip.
I can’t help but think
how beautiful women are
in their fury
how they arrive
crowning grief at the base
birthing hope into lives and rooms
that hold no place for them ...
hair draped across her face
skirt meeting skin at the knees.
I look at her there
crushed
somewhere between woe
and the wandering world
as she talks of how time
eats her alive
how love fucks her up
as she fidgets with a silver ring,
chews her bottom lip.
I can’t help but think
how beautiful women are
in their fury
how they arrive
crowning grief at the base
birthing hope into lives and rooms
that hold no place for them ...
#MyInspiration
#strength
#vulnerability
#weakness
#women
141 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
142 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
205 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
182 reads
12 Comments
MelancholicMike
Poem Published
29th Jun 2024 5:20pm
29th Jun 2024 5:20pm
Therapy Session #3
Therapist : You spoke about “Home”
What does home represent ?
Protagonist :
Home represents a construct.
in its natural cocoon,
it blooms with sprung wings of elegance.
Home is a muse to unsung poetry.
love’s elusive grace
the ministry of presence.
Home drew its first breath on March 27th.
I found true perspective in beauty and loss.
her eyes agleam on first sight.
she sought me out and broke my will.
Home was born unlike the others.
the color blue under the sanguine skies
I've...
What does home represent ?
Protagonist :
Home represents a construct.
in its natural cocoon,
it blooms with sprung wings of elegance.
Home is a muse to unsung poetry.
love’s elusive grace
the ministry of presence.
Home drew its first breath on March 27th.
I found true perspective in beauty and loss.
her eyes agleam on first sight.
she sought me out and broke my will.
Home was born unlike the others.
the color blue under the sanguine skies
I've...
#happiness
#honesty
#hope
#peace
#vulnerability
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