Poems about Vulnerability
#vulnerability
Poetry about being vulnerable, capable of being physically or emotionally wounded. Poems about our own vulnerability or that of others.
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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The Scotsman
His name was ***** and I trusted him.
He helped me leave my abusive ex husband.
I needed to prove to him that my feelings were real.
But I had no intention of being intimate with him.
I went in for a hug but he kissed me hard instead.
He put his hand up my shirt without my permission.
Then we got caught by the neighbor, humiliating.
I felt pressured, like I had to follow through with this.
So we were intimate, his fingers inside me.
I felt all of my morals corrupting.
This is not what...
He helped me leave my abusive ex husband.
I needed to prove to him that my feelings were real.
But I had no intention of being intimate with him.
I went in for a hug but he kissed me hard instead.
He put his hand up my shirt without my permission.
Then we got caught by the neighbor, humiliating.
I felt pressured, like I had to follow through with this.
So we were intimate, his fingers inside me.
I felt all of my morals corrupting.
This is not what...
#betrayal
#PTSD
#secrets
#shame
#vulnerability
80 reads
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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Harmony Heaven
Harmony Montgomery
Was so pretty she didn’t sign up for this
Blue eyes with a smite that would melt your heart
Her (supposed) dad was a drug demon
She had to live all these nightmares
5 years old pretty as a penny
She suffered something I don’t want to see
5 years old looking for some Parents
Living in the back seat of an Oldsmobile
In a drug nightmare she shouldn’t see
Dad was a fuck up and Mom was missing
She’s being pounded beyond belief
I wish I...
Was so pretty she didn’t sign up for this
Blue eyes with a smite that would melt your heart
Her (supposed) dad was a drug demon
She had to live all these nightmares
5 years old pretty as a penny
She suffered something I don’t want to see
5 years old looking for some Parents
Living in the back seat of an Oldsmobile
In a drug nightmare she shouldn’t see
Dad was a fuck up and Mom was missing
She’s being pounded beyond belief
I wish I...
#abuse
#childhood
#murder
#rejection
#vulnerability
112 reads
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Wake Up And Smell The Breeze
Some reality, is really ironic
the truth is left on the brink
shadows and twilights emerge
there's only vanity to summarize
Poetry praising ego and libido
inked whims melt in the alter ego
they only smell of dirty stench
an empty soul will never quench
Self-centered attention stressed
the hopes for escaping repressed
introvert, shut in from reality
opposed symptoms of double personality
Insomnia and hallucinating...
the truth is left on the brink
shadows and twilights emerge
there's only vanity to summarize
Poetry praising ego and libido
inked whims melt in the alter ego
they only smell of dirty stench
an empty soul will never quench
Self-centered attention stressed
the hopes for escaping repressed
introvert, shut in from reality
opposed symptoms of double personality
Insomnia and hallucinating...
#deception
#gothic
#misunderstood
#transgender
#vulnerability
235 reads
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Crimson Swan
Once white as snow
Now crimson-smeared plumage
No amount of ponds
Can purify those sullied feathers
Drops of pureness ripple
Slowly drowning into damnation
Now crimson-smeared plumage
No amount of ponds
Can purify those sullied feathers
Drops of pureness ripple
Slowly drowning into damnation
#dark
#despair
#vulnerability
126 reads
Capture the moments
Cameras tell no truths
What lies beneath those smiles?
Hidden exposure
What lies beneath those smiles?
Hidden exposure
#lies
#senryu
#vulnerability
156 reads
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You're Fired
Folks hot and eager to deport
will be no friends of mine
since disenfranchisement, for sport,
is evil by design.
By and large their rage is the same
as those who call for war
or play the game wherein they blame
the destitute and more.
It's always downward that they punch
like Nazis did to Jews;
divide and conquer by the bunch
then up spin in the news.
The bullies don't want us to know
how angry they can be
like when there's ketchup that they throw...
when someone won't agree.
will be no friends of mine
since disenfranchisement, for sport,
is evil by design.
By and large their rage is the same
as those who call for war
or play the game wherein they blame
the destitute and more.
It's always downward that they punch
like Nazis did to Jews;
divide and conquer by the bunch
then up spin in the news.
The bullies don't want us to know
how angry they can be
like when there's ketchup that they throw...
when someone won't agree.
#addiction
#deception
#oppression
#racism
#vulnerability
144 reads
7 Comments
Wish I Could Stay In This Old House
I wish I could stay
in this old house...
but I can't because
there are too many
memories in here.
in this old house...
but I can't because
there are too many
memories in here.
#dialogue
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#home
#vulnerability
130 reads
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The V Story
My curiosity peaks for this unknown
Wandering thoughts on what lies past this door
Mind riddled with new beginnings and endings
Lust rattles my soul as my imagination takes control
Excitement takes over my body yet fear takes over my mind
Hedonistic fantasies playing on repeat
Knowing that this waiting game will end
To be stripped of my last piece of innocence.
Wandering thoughts on what lies past this door
Mind riddled with new beginnings and endings
Lust rattles my soul as my imagination takes control
Excitement takes over my body yet fear takes over my mind
Hedonistic fantasies playing on repeat
Knowing that this waiting game will end
To be stripped of my last piece of innocence.
#dating
#FirstLove
#LookingForLove #vulnerability
#LookingForLove #vulnerability
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Mistake
no gate jeeper
in slips the grim reaper
just strip me bare
cut me without a care
in this mortuary joint
do you finally get the point
no longer wish to face the day
let this all fade away
jumping from the boat
with a lnife at my throat
there is little emotion
as i'm gathered by the ocean
in my mind i'm running up a hill
cause if i stand still
these dark rhoughts overtake
leaving me to make another suicide mistake
in slips the grim reaper
just strip me bare
cut me without a care
in this mortuary joint
do you finally get the point
no longer wish to face the day
let this all fade away
jumping from the boat
with a lnife at my throat
there is little emotion
as i'm gathered by the ocean
in my mind i'm running up a hill
cause if i stand still
these dark rhoughts overtake
leaving me to make another suicide mistake
#apathy
#dark
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#vulnerability
138 reads
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Dandelion
sensible to the wind
easily blown away with every puff
fearful of the gale
softly lulls the air’s fury to sleep
easily blown away with every puff
fearful of the gale
softly lulls the air’s fury to sleep
#fear
#nature
#vulnerability #weakness
#vulnerability #weakness
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