Long Poems About Vulnerability
#vulnerability
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#weakness
Long poems about vulnerability. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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
142 reads
2 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 1:21am
24th Dec 2024 1:21am
Sessions Part 1
Memory distorts
Memory heals
Memory contorts
Memory steals
Not all memories comforts
The whole morning went by in a blur. The two couples I had sessions with had been challenging lately. Whenever I felt that they have moved forward on a particular topic, one of them would bring up something from the past that reverts the whole situation backward. ...
Memory heals
Memory contorts
Memory steals
Not all memories comforts
The whole morning went by in a blur. The two couples I had sessions with had been challenging lately. Whenever I felt that they have moved forward on a particular topic, one of them would bring up something from the past that reverts the whole situation backward. ...
#LifeStruggles
#vulnerability
196 reads
6 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 12:59pm
18th Dec 2024 12:59pm
Blindness Of The Eyed Ones
It's so easy to write more words
vanity and levity, that say less
much the same when you talk too much
while your speech is meaningless
even at more lower level when you lie
in this mature age and awareness...............
when the child lies we blame the kid
scald him sometimes, hurt his feelings
don't we realize that they are our seed
Then, we reject the crops that we have sown
shameful when the child read our sickness,
see our vulnerability, watch how weak
we present our poetic selves....
vanity and levity, that say less
much the same when you talk too much
while your speech is meaningless
even at more lower level when you lie
in this mature age and awareness...............
when the child lies we blame the kid
scald him sometimes, hurt his feelings
don't we realize that they are our seed
Then, we reject the crops that we have sown
shameful when the child read our sickness,
see our vulnerability, watch how weak
we present our poetic selves....
#corruption
#deception
#inequality
#LifeStruggles
#vulnerability
104 reads
0 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
31st Aug 2024 5:32pm
31st Aug 2024 5:32pm
grievous
you hurt my heart by saying nothing
you act cold and distant
how you turn it on and off
I burn hot
until you leave me hanging
then I withdraw
hiding my tears
you aren't worthy of my pain
but I love you and I know when I pull away
part of my soul goes with you
waiting on the bluebird of happiness
I saw that once all the crazies
were waiting for that damn bluebird
it could be a good omen
but I don't believe that
I was made to torture
I'm good to people
and they act like I don't exist ...
you act cold and distant
how you turn it on and off
I burn hot
until you leave me hanging
then I withdraw
hiding my tears
you aren't worthy of my pain
but I love you and I know when I pull away
part of my soul goes with you
waiting on the bluebird of happiness
I saw that once all the crazies
were waiting for that damn bluebird
it could be a good omen
but I don't believe that
I was made to torture
I'm good to people
and they act like I don't exist ...
#MentalHealth
#vulnerability
159 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
26th May 2024 2:35am
26th May 2024 2:35am
seasons of plenty
Give justice to the weak and the fatherless; maintain the right of the
afflicted and the destitute. Rescue the weak and the needy; deliver
them from the hand of the wicked.”―Psalm 82:3-4 ESV
fountains of water
to quench the dry earth
mountains of laughter
to publish my mirth
then shall the nations
rejoice in the south
and ample rations
of praise fill my mouth
...
afflicted and the destitute. Rescue the weak and the needy; deliver
them from the hand of the wicked.”―Psalm 82:3-4 ESV
fountains of water
to quench the dry earth
mountains of laughter
to publish my mirth
then shall the nations
rejoice in the south
and ample rations
of praise fill my mouth
...
#kindness
#poverty
#support
#vulnerability
#weakness
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Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
22nd May 2024 8:17am
22nd May 2024 8:17am
On jackpots, and staying lucky
Years ago
they used to hide fivers
wrapped up in cellophane
in bags of Walker’s crisps
I remember
winning the game one time
opening that foil bag
and finding money in there
nestled awkwardly amongst
the salt and vinegar
how it felt like scoring the lottery
despite barely being enough
to buy anything at all.
I didn’t even take the cash out
of its plastic overcoat for a month. ...
they used to hide fivers
wrapped up in cellophane
in bags of Walker’s crisps
I remember
winning the game one time
opening that foil bag
and finding money in there
nestled awkwardly amongst
the salt and vinegar
how it felt like scoring the lottery
despite barely being enough
to buy anything at all.
I didn’t even take the cash out
of its plastic overcoat for a month. ...
#disability
#StreamOfConsciousness
#vulnerability
255 reads
4 Comments
Asani
Poem Published
15th Jan 2023 6:38pm
15th Jan 2023 6:38pm
Child Sexual Exploitation and Violence
Our patriarchal culture normalizes significant damage to young girls who are still growing into themselves and learning what life is about. It's seen as a "normal" thing for big men to be with school girls. Young girls (particularly Black girls) are often labelled as "fast" and "grown." The blame is always heaped at their feet and this ensures that big men can continue to prey on them without ever receiving any criticism/repercussion for their predatory actions. Victim blaming is dangerous and results in many silently accepting abuse because they know majority of society will have no real...
#corruption
#LifeStruggles
#freedom
#HumanRights
#vulnerability
416 reads
1 Comment
Chere-Rene13
Poem Published
15th Jan 2023 11:25am
15th Jan 2023 11:25am
Not a Welcoming HIGH
These are the ingredients it takes to wake...Rewind, Relapse, Repeat, & Receive. The golden rules play at forever long days...The 4 r's of DRUG ADDICTION. As docile fingers feebly try to push their addiction away. The addiction is strong, The addiction needs constant attention, The addiction wants to erase your wrath & ease your pain. Slowly a clamouse shrill of wick laughter erupts, macabre, carrion, sick & disease. Thinking this must be hell to be pay, for one has to knowledge the fires that await & lay. The Trickers, the Talisman of copious disguises comes in many styles. A...
#anxiety
#depression
#addiction
#weakness
#vulnerability
444 reads
1 Comment
TheParadigm1982_40
Poem Published
10th Nov 2022 11:21pm
10th Nov 2022 11:21pm
Bi Polar 1 - Jerome 0
I once closed my eyes and found myself drowning in endless spider webs of unoccupied corridors of confusion beneath singed wings of tomorrow. I sometimes awake half dead in a mausoleum filled with the ashes of past memories of happier times mentally, when I didn’t have to make a habit out of scaring myself by standing over my own body wishing for more time to do the things I wasn’t already a slave to like shots and pills. What am I even complaining about? Even the stars seek refuge in space due to the giant bully know as gravity. The same gravity that allows us to make a wish on them as...
#depression
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#weakness
#vulnerability
341 reads
2 Comments
IntoTheRain
Poem Published
30th Oct 2022 3:58am
30th Oct 2022 3:58am
Three times the charm.
I’ve always kept my hands
busy.
Toiling with the scraggly pieces of denim laying frayed at my knee holes while my parents fight in the car.
Tapping my cheek with my mouth open just so I can hear that hollow noise, one two three. Three times the charm. I’m still here.
I would crack all ten of my knuckles and still try for that second round.
Like I said,
I’ve always kept my hands
busy.
As a little girl they would always tell me to stop fidgeting. Interesting how adults seem to have all the wrong solutions to adolescent...
busy.
Toiling with the scraggly pieces of denim laying frayed at my knee holes while my parents fight in the car.
Tapping my cheek with my mouth open just so I can hear that hollow noise, one two three. Three times the charm. I’m still here.
I would crack all ten of my knuckles and still try for that second round.
Like I said,
I’ve always kept my hands
busy.
As a little girl they would always tell me to stop fidgeting. Interesting how adults seem to have all the wrong solutions to adolescent...
#anxiety
#hope
#addiction
#gratitude
#vulnerability
433 reads
2 Comments
JahThePoet
Poem Published
4th Oct 2022 7:51am
4th Oct 2022 7:51am
My Skin, My Sin
Though various verifiable variations emerge,
Among beings moulded from dust,
All are carbon copies of their moulder’s image.
Hence to treat all with love is a divine must.
Separately, colours of the rainbow are scarcely that splendid,
But behold the rainbow as a whole;
After the dull colours have divinely blended.
Moral; diversity is divine. Uniformity, a bore.
Yet here I am, living in
Fear. All because of my skin.
I hardly chose to like this, be born.
I was born to...
Among beings moulded from dust,
All are carbon copies of their moulder’s image.
Hence to treat all with love is a divine must.
Separately, colours of the rainbow are scarcely that splendid,
But behold the rainbow as a whole;
After the dull colours have divinely blended.
Moral; diversity is divine. Uniformity, a bore.
Yet here I am, living in
Fear. All because of my skin.
I hardly chose to like this, be born.
I was born to...
#sadness
#vulnerability
646 reads
1 Comment
Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
29th Jun 2022 7:51pm
29th Jun 2022 7:51pm
Full Stream Of Piss, I meant Consciousness
You worry about some strange things she said her hand stroking the hair on my chest, the other curled around my thickening cock to try and convince me she should be my worry my muse
I think about that
worry on the edges of it
until it’s a polished pebble
until it’s a thought that’s repetitive
until
until
until I realise the futility of the worry
can’t change people without insanity and investment
of time, of energy and all the resources I use to simply exist
my rage simmers below the surface
a...
I think about that
worry on the edges of it
until it’s a polished pebble
until it’s a thought that’s repetitive
until
until
until I realise the futility of the worry
can’t change people without insanity and investment
of time, of energy and all the resources I use to simply exist
my rage simmers below the surface
a...
#StreamOfConsciousness
#obsession
#weakness #vulnerability
#weakness #vulnerability
197 reads
9 Comments
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