Poems about Vulnerability
#vulnerability
Poetry about being vulnerable, capable of being physically or emotionally wounded. Poems about our own vulnerability or that of others.
AprylNovember
A.R.M.
A.R.M.
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 2:50pm
10th Nov 2024 2:50pm
Naive
When the absurd sat next to me.
I didn't know to flinch.
Minus all reason then,
Toward it, I scooched an inch.
ARM
I didn't know to flinch.
Minus all reason then,
Toward it, I scooched an inch.
ARM
#vulnerability
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oldmanG
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 4:27am
9th Nov 2024 4:27am
Quiet Bullet
Eat a bullet to quiet my demons
Help on the way
Save me from myself
The powder on my fingers
Will live with them through eternity
Dig out of my bunker
Stick the flag of my being
Firmly in my ground
Can’t go out like that
I’m much too handsome
Come around to how it really is
Cast away all the bullshit
Find some joy in dull minutes
But I have ADHD I can’t pay attention
To even myself
You say something to me
My brain is racing somewhere else
Pay...
Help on the way
Save me from myself
The powder on my fingers
Will live with them through eternity
Dig out of my bunker
Stick the flag of my being
Firmly in my ground
Can’t go out like that
I’m much too handsome
Come around to how it really is
Cast away all the bullshit
Find some joy in dull minutes
But I have ADHD I can’t pay attention
To even myself
You say something to me
My brain is racing somewhere else
Pay...
#anxiety
#insomnia
#vulnerability #weakness
#vulnerability #weakness
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Alviola
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 4:46pm
8th Nov 2024 4:46pm
God at 6:00 o'clock A.M.
Dressed in what they call a long gown,
I had trouble figuring out
front from back, which string to knot
with which, I look like a man who
has buttoned his shirt two holes wrong.
Nevermind — In the umbra
of Radiology, I will not
see anyone not rightfully there.
It is quiet, 6 in the morning quiet.
For company, a sphygmomanometer
that looks like an octopus trying
to climb out of a wire basket,
a weighing scale, cubicles for
prep talks, to dress behind and where
they punch holes into arms for the dye.
I fiddle...
I had trouble figuring out
front from back, which string to knot
with which, I look like a man who
has buttoned his shirt two holes wrong.
Nevermind — In the umbra
of Radiology, I will not
see anyone not rightfully there.
It is quiet, 6 in the morning quiet.
For company, a sphygmomanometer
that looks like an octopus trying
to climb out of a wire basket,
a weighing scale, cubicles for
prep talks, to dress behind and where
they punch holes into arms for the dye.
I fiddle...
#anxiety
#faith
#vulnerability
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4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 4:12pm
8th Nov 2024 4:12pm
Brooklyn's Last Exit
Gang rape America is here to stay
proudly declared by each sick MAGA vote
influenced by meme mechanical rote
all the storm trooper night and half the day.
So now our boys can fuck the MAGA way
or grab some Hollywood Access tail
to fuck on a third political rail
just to find out what the homies will say
since nothing matters to the MAGA mind
where..."sucks to be you"...always plays through.
(We can't have their precious balls turning blue
when a hard working dude needs to unwind).
Just find someone...
proudly declared by each sick MAGA vote
influenced by meme mechanical rote
all the storm trooper night and half the day.
So now our boys can fuck the MAGA way
or grab some Hollywood Access tail
to fuck on a third political rail
just to find out what the homies will say
since nothing matters to the MAGA mind
where..."sucks to be you"...always plays through.
(We can't have their precious balls turning blue
when a hard working dude needs to unwind).
Just find someone...
#morality
#responsibility
#vanity #vulnerability
#vanity #vulnerability
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8 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 10:50am
5th Nov 2024 10:50am
Fall into my breath
Hey now where did you go?
Thought I was holding you?
All you are is air darling
Fall into my breath and chase away my fears only don't leave me so hollow
I sit back and look at this thing I've become
Am I really so twisted or are these the things you've filled me up with
But trusting what you say
I truly am not worth a thing.
Thought I was holding you?
All you are is air darling
Fall into my breath and chase away my fears only don't leave me so hollow
I sit back and look at this thing I've become
Am I really so twisted or are these the things you've filled me up with
But trusting what you say
I truly am not worth a thing.
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#rejection
#suffering
#vulnerability
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Lilliputian
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 8:52pm
31st Oct 2024 8:52pm
Inch
Every time you’ve inched closer,
Could you hear the crack of porcelain,
shattering into shards?
Could you feel the shiver of skin,
shuddering from unease?
Could you find the rivulet of sanguine,
seeping from my scars?
Could you tell the change of tone,
creating distance with walls?
Could you see the tears of strain,
begging me to step closer?
Yet, every time you’ve inched closer,
Could you notice me inching farther?
Could you hear the crack of porcelain,
shattering into shards?
Could you feel the shiver of skin,
shuddering from unease?
Could you find the rivulet of sanguine,
seeping from my scars?
Could you tell the change of tone,
creating distance with walls?
Could you see the tears of strain,
begging me to step closer?
Yet, every time you’ve inched closer,
Could you notice me inching farther?
#fear
#vulnerability
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moon_bather
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 2:30am
30th Oct 2024 2:30am
Imposter
Fear of being a fraud
Always been my fallout
How can I move forward
If I fear being found out
I tried in this life
But did I really?
Whether or not so
Imposter syndrome killed me
I wish for a better excuse
But no, just that
The feeling of not truly good enough
Keeps me on my lap
Move onward
No, downward
Self-induced penalties too great
Leaves nothing but a coward
Always been my fallout
How can I move forward
If I fear being found out
I tried in this life
But did I really?
Whether or not so
Imposter syndrome killed me
I wish for a better excuse
But no, just that
The feeling of not truly good enough
Keeps me on my lap
Move onward
No, downward
Self-induced penalties too great
Leaves nothing but a coward
#confessional
#fear
#FeelingLost
#SelfReflection
#vulnerability
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Nixprty
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 3:04pm
28th Oct 2024 3:04pm
Ruthless
Made of offerings
On course and trade left
You are telling and so lost in the noise
The noise you make
So soft in secret
Peaking around the end
You exist without context
Without someone asking you
Let the question become your motto
Beat the sky until it bleeds
Scream to the ceiling and shake the stars
For when your screams fade
I’ll hear you again
Here again
Under the green branches of the ocean waves
So entirely cold
And heal like the earth
You will be an almost whisper
Do away with what you claim to...
On course and trade left
You are telling and so lost in the noise
The noise you make
So soft in secret
Peaking around the end
You exist without context
Without someone asking you
Let the question become your motto
Beat the sky until it bleeds
Scream to the ceiling and shake the stars
For when your screams fade
I’ll hear you again
Here again
Under the green branches of the ocean waves
So entirely cold
And heal like the earth
You will be an almost whisper
Do away with what you claim to...
#passion
#vulnerability
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Lilliputian
Poem Published
24th Oct 2024 8:42pm
24th Oct 2024 8:42pm
Unconditionally
I would offer you
My everything,
To hold close,
A present wrapped prettily,
For you to unravel,
Delicate inks of flaws tattooed,
Inside a gift box,
With a touche finale,
Of a tag attached to the ribbon.
Unconditionally, yours.
My everything,
To hold close,
A present wrapped prettily,
For you to unravel,
Delicate inks of flaws tattooed,
Inside a gift box,
With a touche finale,
Of a tag attached to the ribbon.
Unconditionally, yours.
#vulnerability
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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 7:36pm
18th Oct 2024 7:36pm
Vulnerability and Hellfire
Sometimes
Your give me your vulnerable
One moment at a time
Each syllable
Dancing
A rthymic flow
Graceful and amorous
Or a moody storm
Either way
I can't resist
The sweet sensation
Or your fiery finish
That is you
Your give me your vulnerable
One moment at a time
Each syllable
Dancing
A rthymic flow
Graceful and amorous
Or a moody storm
Either way
I can't resist
The sweet sensation
Or your fiery finish
That is you
#fire
#narrative
#storm #vulnerability
#storm #vulnerability
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Lilliputian
Poem Published
13th Oct 2024 10:08pm
13th Oct 2024 10:08pm
Slice Through Me
Shaped like an artichoke
with many folds to lay bare,
concealing my core.
Just slice through me slowly,
and I’ll let you peel off my bracts,
unveil what’s hidden inside.
I’m yearning for your delicate blade
to explore my depths,
for me to feel known.
Yet it’s only a matter of which layer
will tire you out first,
before you grow weary of me.
Discard my unlovable remnants,
for me to assemble and mend,
for someone else to rip apart.
All over again.
with many folds to lay bare,
concealing my core.
Just slice through me slowly,
and I’ll let you peel off my bracts,
unveil what’s hidden inside.
I’m yearning for your delicate blade
to explore my depths,
for me to feel known.
Yet it’s only a matter of which layer
will tire you out first,
before you grow weary of me.
Discard my unlovable remnants,
for me to assemble and mend,
for someone else to rip apart.
All over again.
#bittersweet
#grief
#vulnerability
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Lilliputian
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 7:58pm
8th Oct 2024 7:58pm
There I Stood
There I stood, a living statue, among people circuiting
like ants scurrying around in every direction,
except these figures are far immense, drowning my vision
as they passed through me like I was nothing but a phantom.
A cacophony invaded the tunes meant to sedate me,
my time paused, yet they kept tearing me apart,
my body became hypersensitive to everything.
I heard my heart pick up, pumping blood,
like my life depended on it and it did.
I forgot how to breathe, as if it were my first time
my attempts ended up...
like ants scurrying around in every direction,
except these figures are far immense, drowning my vision
as they passed through me like I was nothing but a phantom.
A cacophony invaded the tunes meant to sedate me,
my time paused, yet they kept tearing me apart,
my body became hypersensitive to everything.
I heard my heart pick up, pumping blood,
like my life depended on it and it did.
I forgot how to breathe, as if it were my first time
my attempts ended up...
#anxiety
#vulnerability
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