Poems about Vulnerability
#vulnerability
Poetry about being vulnerable, capable of being physically or emotionally wounded. Poems about our own vulnerability or that of others.
Maple666
Poem Published
3rd May 2024 4:22am
3rd May 2024 4:22am
Twist and Shake .
When you are feeling blue and stressed why do your senses think it's a good time to party all day and might.
You can't sleep as your mind is faster than your broadband it's on speed at 301 terabits per second.
But your body is on the opposite side of the coin your legs and feet you would swear on the holy bible in court that they have been filled with cement. The only saving grace is that they haven't set yet.
Why has your hearing morphed into that of a bat at 120dB its a constant hammering of a pneumatic drill that makes you jump out of your skin.
Your eyes have...
You can't sleep as your mind is faster than your broadband it's on speed at 301 terabits per second.
But your body is on the opposite side of the coin your legs and feet you would swear on the holy bible in court that they have been filled with cement. The only saving grace is that they haven't set yet.
Why has your hearing morphed into that of a bat at 120dB its a constant hammering of a pneumatic drill that makes you jump out of your skin.
Your eyes have...
#FeelingTrapped
#LifeStruggles
#responsibility
#sleep
#vulnerability
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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
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
27th Apr 2024 1:27pm
27th Apr 2024 1:27pm
creature of habit
27 of 30
I have a startlingly large collection of movies
among them are television series...
{some from my childhood days...}
documentaries ...
& a bizarre array of disaster films...
...many of them low budget & cheesy
about which my family teases me
but I love them
550 {& counting...} dvds
yet I will binge watch the same dozen or so
when asked why I don't view the rest
I was at a loss to explain
until I saw an article that deeply resonates
it stated that trauma survivors...
I have a startlingly large collection of movies
among them are television series...
{some from my childhood days...}
documentaries ...
& a bizarre array of disaster films...
...many of them low budget & cheesy
about which my family teases me
but I love them
550 {& counting...} dvds
yet I will binge watch the same dozen or so
when asked why I don't view the rest
I was at a loss to explain
until I saw an article that deeply resonates
it stated that trauma survivors...
#confessional
#learning
#NaPoWriMo2024 #vulnerability
#NaPoWriMo2024 #vulnerability
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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
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
18th Apr 2024 2:01pm
18th Apr 2024 2:01pm
Bring it
bring me your enthusiasm
bring me your joy
bring me your unbridled laughter
share your indecency
share your too much
share your obscene dirty jokes
don’t hold it back
don’t give too much slack
don’t make any excuses
I want all your feelings
I want all your truth
I want all your sensitive spots
show me your passion
show me your delight
show me your secret nerd-dom
let me witness your pain
let me witness your rage
let me witness the wounds you’ve defeated
I don’t need...
bring me your joy
bring me your unbridled laughter
share your indecency
share your too much
share your obscene dirty jokes
don’t hold it back
don’t give too much slack
don’t make any excuses
I want all your feelings
I want all your truth
I want all your sensitive spots
show me your passion
show me your delight
show me your secret nerd-dom
let me witness your pain
let me witness your rage
let me witness the wounds you’ve defeated
I don’t need...
#crush
#love
#NaPoWriMo2024
#relationships
#vulnerability
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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
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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
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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
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scalesofascorpion
Poem Published
28th Mar 2024 11:54am
28th Mar 2024 11:54am
mirrors
pull me in, hallucination
I see you vividly in my dreams
much more than just imagination
you give me life, you make me weep
longing, I reach for nothing tangible
sorrowed lullabies swirl around my mind
I believe I know much more than planned
you're ruined like me
you are nothing and everything
the epitome of my desire
slip through the mirror with me
the ocean is not the deepest water
there's a grave in me and I think you know
that love is not the safest harbor
I believe you know much more than planned ...
I see you vividly in my dreams
much more than just imagination
you give me life, you make me weep
longing, I reach for nothing tangible
sorrowed lullabies swirl around my mind
I believe I know much more than planned
you're ruined like me
you are nothing and everything
the epitome of my desire
slip through the mirror with me
the ocean is not the deepest water
there's a grave in me and I think you know
that love is not the safest harbor
I believe you know much more than planned ...
#depression
#dark
#mirror
#misunderstood
#vulnerability
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Yousef_Alfil
Yousef Alfil
Yousef Alfil
Poem Published
20th Mar 2024 6:45pm
20th Mar 2024 6:45pm
I WAS...
I was just a kid when he tore my crotchless lingerie
I was just a toddler when i felt it all,
the squeezing with no easing
The teasing with no resting.
I was 13 when he oozed it on me,
This man is a sialorrheal one
I did not feel it rather begged it,
He forcibly did it.
This monster opened my curtain at 13
He got me used, he is all i want now
If not him then not my agemates, bring his.
I am not young, this man rapes me.
I was just a toddler when i felt it all,
the squeezing with no easing
The teasing with no resting.
I was 13 when he oozed it on me,
This man is a sialorrheal one
I did not feel it rather begged it,
He forcibly did it.
This monster opened my curtain at 13
He got me used, he is all i want now
If not him then not my agemates, bring his.
I am not young, this man rapes me.
#abuse
#HumanRights
#hurt
#fear
#vulnerability
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wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
14th Mar 2024 9:58am
14th Mar 2024 9:58am
bad dreams
stalked,
those tremors
prepared
the nights
through
sleep,
bad dreams
lay thick
bare pinnacle
shallow
breathing,
shaking in
the thin
air.
.
those tremors
prepared
the nights
through
sleep,
bad dreams
lay thick
bare pinnacle
shallow
breathing,
shaking in
the thin
air.
.
#sleep
#nightmares
#vulnerability
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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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