Poems About Vulnerability Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about vulnerability seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th May 2024 11:39am
9th May 2024 11:39am
Guidance
A man standing in the mirror yelling,
"Where were you when I needed you?!"
"Where were you when I needed you?!"
#support
#vulnerability
136 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
30th Apr 2024 2:25pm
30th Apr 2024 2:25pm
The Doomsday Clock
What is youth but a false sense of security:
a fantasy...
shattered by the increasing years.
And what will the memory of love do...
ultimately...
but help to cosy us into a grave.
No action is immune to the absurd,
or the brutality of reduction
in the rapine ebb of amenity.
The carnage fulcrum has been crossed
beyond the butcher's block... of holocaust.
90 seconds to midnight.
a fantasy...
shattered by the increasing years.
And what will the memory of love do...
ultimately...
but help to cosy us into a grave.
No action is immune to the absurd,
or the brutality of reduction
in the rapine ebb of amenity.
The carnage fulcrum has been crossed
beyond the butcher's block... of holocaust.
90 seconds to midnight.
#earth
#SelfHarm
#vulnerability
152 reads
10 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
25th Apr 2024 3:39am
25th Apr 2024 3:39am
black and blue
like the conductor of
a train moving backwards
the unsure movement
of words in your mouth
the blind eye of a needle
the moon hanging from
the noose of the night
sky
the eloquence of a cat
napping on a winters
day
the gift of not sharing
with others what is
rightfully yours
the knowledge that the
war to end all wars was
only the prelude to a
greater war
walking sullenly through
pasture trying not to
step in cow shit
ignoring the sun ...
a train moving backwards
the unsure movement
of words in your mouth
the blind eye of a needle
the moon hanging from
the noose of the night
sky
the eloquence of a cat
napping on a winters
day
the gift of not sharing
with others what is
rightfully yours
the knowledge that the
war to end all wars was
only the prelude to a
greater war
walking sullenly through
pasture trying not to
step in cow shit
ignoring the sun ...
#vulnerability
127 reads
4 Comments
beanbandit
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 2:21pm
15th Apr 2024 2:21pm
Lines
Their lines are always so smooth
And mine shakey
Creased like too many years of smiles on the sides of lips and the edges of eyes
I sometimes turn up my nose to them, uninterested, sometimes even disgusted by their lack of vividness
Envious of of the softness and sharpness that others keep
But still I make them
Drawing them out between the hurried heartbeats of the too many milligrams of caffeine in my chipped coffee cup
So sad and happy at the same time
Because...
Their lines are always so smooth and mine...
Shakey
And mine shakey
Creased like too many years of smiles on the sides of lips and the edges of eyes
I sometimes turn up my nose to them, uninterested, sometimes even disgusted by their lack of vividness
Envious of of the softness and sharpness that others keep
But still I make them
Drawing them out between the hurried heartbeats of the too many milligrams of caffeine in my chipped coffee cup
So sad and happy at the same time
Because...
Their lines are always so smooth and mine...
Shakey
#art
#vulnerability
97 reads
1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
8th Apr 2024 10:47am
8th Apr 2024 10:47am
Foreverness
Within my flesh
My spirit torn
Lost in a day
Not for the strong
Broken
Dreams I can't follow
If I die forever
Everlasting sorrow
My spirit torn
Lost in a day
Not for the strong
Broken
Dreams I can't follow
If I die forever
Everlasting sorrow
#dark
#death
#rhyming
#weakness
#vulnerability
129 reads
8 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
31st Mar 2024 11:38am
31st Mar 2024 11:38am
This Strange World
Would be much more interesting
If hell really did freeze over
If even for a day
No bats could make
Their way out of hell
And we could watch donkeys
Fly high up in the sky
There would be
some sadness, too
If all who said
"Well, I'll be damned!"
Really were subjected
To a horrendous life
In no other place than hell
Your imagination can
Be a blessing or
Sometimes even a curse
So remember when life
Seems at it's strangest
It could...
If hell really did freeze over
If even for a day
No bats could make
Their way out of hell
And we could watch donkeys
Fly high up in the sky
There would be
some sadness, too
If all who said
"Well, I'll be damned!"
Really were subjected
To a horrendous life
In no other place than hell
Your imagination can
Be a blessing or
Sometimes even a curse
So remember when life
Seems at it's strangest
It could...
#science
#earth
#LifeChangingMoment #vulnerability
#LifeChangingMoment #vulnerability
130 reads
8 Comments
Kementic1
Poem Published
13th Mar 2024 11:28pm
13th Mar 2024 11:28pm
A Is For Anxiety
Thinking about my Sports Teams Politics and my personal life
is a never ending carnival of strife
One minute I am playing Captain Save a Hoe
next worrying about my Instacart order and if in my bank acct I have enough dough
Will it rain sleet and snow
and bc of the writers strike where the hell is my favorite tv show.
My sleeping pattern has no rhythm or rhyme
and will Trump ever be convicted of a criminal crime
The forms of my mental discontent come in a variety
I guess that is why Big Bird taught me that-A Is For Anxiety ...
is a never ending carnival of strife
One minute I am playing Captain Save a Hoe
next worrying about my Instacart order and if in my bank acct I have enough dough
Will it rain sleet and snow
and bc of the writers strike where the hell is my favorite tv show.
My sleeping pattern has no rhythm or rhyme
and will Trump ever be convicted of a criminal crime
The forms of my mental discontent come in a variety
I guess that is why Big Bird taught me that-A Is For Anxiety ...
#anxiety
#insomnia
#MentalHealth #vulnerability
#MentalHealth #vulnerability
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0 Comments
Zephlin347
Poem Published
4th Mar 2024 5:27pm
4th Mar 2024 5:27pm
Echoes of Conformity
In our quest to belong, we mold ourselves,
Yet the mirror reflects our fractured souls.
The crowd chants familiar refrains,
Their voices mere echoes of borrowed tales.
We stitch our masks, thread by thread,
Yearning for acceptance, for a place to dwell.
But the seams strain, revealing the truth:
We wear borrowed skins, ill-fitting and worn.
Each step echoes the footsteps before,
A dance choreographed by unseen hands.
The weight of conformity presses down,
And we wonder if liberation lies beyond.
Yet, in this shared...
Yet the mirror reflects our fractured souls.
The crowd chants familiar refrains,
Their voices mere echoes of borrowed tales.
We stitch our masks, thread by thread,
Yearning for acceptance, for a place to dwell.
But the seams strain, revealing the truth:
We wear borrowed skins, ill-fitting and worn.
Each step echoes the footsteps before,
A dance choreographed by unseen hands.
The weight of conformity presses down,
And we wonder if liberation lies beyond.
Yet, in this shared...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#freedom #vulnerability
#freedom #vulnerability
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0 Comments
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
28th Feb 2024 11:08pm
28th Feb 2024 11:08pm
Cognisance
Loneliness hits
Total eclipse
Yet another blip rips
Into the fabric of our souls
We cry
We tantrum
We huff
We moan
We envy
We sanctum
We mourn
We grow
Life’s all about the lessons
The big
And the small
We all have a journey
That must be followed
And become known
If you can’t be at one
With yourself
Or anyone
Then you’ve really missed the point
Of cognisance
Of it all
Total eclipse
Yet another blip rips
Into the fabric of our souls
We cry
We tantrum
We huff
We moan
We envy
We sanctum
We mourn
We grow
Life’s all about the lessons
The big
And the small
We all have a journey
That must be followed
And become known
If you can’t be at one
With yourself
Or anyone
Then you’ve really missed the point
Of cognisance
Of it all
#TruthOfLife
#wisdom
#bittersweet
#weakness
#vulnerability
158 reads
0 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
28th Feb 2024 00:30am
28th Feb 2024 00:30am
Paradox of Longing
A hollow shell
The chill breeze whispers through
But barely a quiver on skin it caresses
Deep within, an emptiness extends
Where feeling itself seems dead
Yearning for warmth
A comforting glow
Yet at its touch, a hidden seed of anguish
A tangled dance
This push and pull
To crave and reject
The chill breeze whispers through
But barely a quiver on skin it caresses
Deep within, an emptiness extends
Where feeling itself seems dead
Yearning for warmth
A comforting glow
Yet at its touch, a hidden seed of anguish
A tangled dance
This push and pull
To crave and reject
#conflict
#emptiness
#emotions #vulnerability
#emotions #vulnerability
266 reads
4 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
8th Feb 2024 3:27am
8th Feb 2024 3:27am
bridges burned in front of us
bridges burned in front of us
sad seahorse thoughts
the murder of roses: the
inexcusable
crime
running like rabbits in a
field of foxes
wake up in fear and
break the legs
of dawn
pour a second steaming cup
of agony
look at the space between the
stars
a reminder that there is more
blackness than
light
would that we sit by the
campfire
eyes, ears minds and
throats full of insects
sounds
praying for a biblical
rain to...
sad seahorse thoughts
the murder of roses: the
inexcusable
crime
running like rabbits in a
field of foxes
wake up in fear and
break the legs
of dawn
pour a second steaming cup
of agony
look at the space between the
stars
a reminder that there is more
blackness than
light
would that we sit by the
campfire
eyes, ears minds and
throats full of insects
sounds
praying for a biblical
rain to...
#vulnerability
139 reads
6 Comments
84tabby
Sky99
Sky99
Poem Published
5th Feb 2024 3:52pm
5th Feb 2024 3:52pm
Lost
He's torn between choices, The path unclear.
Searching for Answers Lost in fear. Struggling to find his way through. Fighting the battles he never knew.....
Searching for Answers Lost in fear. Struggling to find his way through. Fighting the battles he never knew.....
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD
#emotional #vulnerability
#emotional #vulnerability
259 reads
1 Comment
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