Poems about Vulnerability
#vulnerability
Poetry about being vulnerable, capable of being physically or emotionally wounded. Poems about our own vulnerability or that of others.
MelancholicMike
Poem Published
6th Jul 2024 9:20pm
6th Jul 2024 9:20pm
A Night Of A Solemn Prayer
Guide my steps if I ever go astray
There are not so many hands stretched out wide to me
Not enough arms to welcome me home
Out of depression it may seem to fill empty space
Broken hollows which never seems to heal
Touch me so that I can see that hope never disappoints
Open my eyes so I see the blindness of this world
I have been lost neglecting the trace of time
But give me a dream to reignite my passion
Never let sentimentalism divert my sole purpose
Hate to love, Love to hate
This is a weakened heart
Too scared to be pierced ...
There are not so many hands stretched out wide to me
Not enough arms to welcome me home
Out of depression it may seem to fill empty space
Broken hollows which never seems to heal
Touch me so that I can see that hope never disappoints
Open my eyes so I see the blindness of this world
I have been lost neglecting the trace of time
But give me a dream to reignite my passion
Never let sentimentalism divert my sole purpose
Hate to love, Love to hate
This is a weakened heart
Too scared to be pierced ...
#despair
#honesty
#vulnerability #weakness
#vulnerability #weakness
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 4:45am
1st Jul 2024 4:45am
Conservatives
Once being cool got yoked to OG
the human race was as fucked as can be;
no ethics, no responsibility,
and only winners allowed to run free.
Finish off the weak, or get them to work.
Be the boss they need to earn their keep
even if you have to be a jerk
or deprive them of nutrition and sleep.
It's what an originalist would do
whenever he wasn't capping an ass
or test driving something shiny and new
that got low miles per gallon of gas.
It's a strong man they say that saves the day
never mind that they're as...
the human race was as fucked as can be;
no ethics, no responsibility,
and only winners allowed to run free.
Finish off the weak, or get them to work.
Be the boss they need to earn their keep
even if you have to be a jerk
or deprive them of nutrition and sleep.
It's what an originalist would do
whenever he wasn't capping an ass
or test driving something shiny and new
that got low miles per gallon of gas.
It's a strong man they say that saves the day
never mind that they're as...
#corruption
#oppression
#politics
#power
#vulnerability
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
29th Jun 2024 11:42pm
29th Jun 2024 11:42pm
Yard Waste
So eager now to burn on down,
via independent ember,
itching to scorch the late June brown
into ash until September.
The clover too is very dry;
a tinder waiting for the torch
to further blaze on things nearby...
thank God I have no wooden porch!
The rosemary...is fit to burn;
the smoke is dark, its flame is bright,
and by that light I might discern
more fuel for July fourth night...
but by then...it will be too late...
to think my country really great :(
via independent ember,
itching to scorch the late June brown
into ash until September.
The clover too is very dry;
a tinder waiting for the torch
to further blaze on things nearby...
thank God I have no wooden porch!
The rosemary...is fit to burn;
the smoke is dark, its flame is bright,
and by that light I might discern
more fuel for July fourth night...
but by then...it will be too late...
to think my country really great :(
#politics
#violence
#vulnerability
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MelancholicMike
Poem Published
29th Jun 2024 5:20pm
29th Jun 2024 5:20pm
Therapy Session #3
Therapist : You spoke about “Home”
What does home represent ?
Protagonist :
Home represents a construct.
in its natural cocoon,
it blooms with sprung wings of elegance.
Home is a muse to unsung poetry.
love’s elusive grace
the ministry of presence.
Home drew its first breath on March 27th.
I found true perspective in beauty and loss.
her eyes agleam on first sight.
she sought me out and broke my will.
Home was born unlike the others.
the color blue under the sanguine skies
I've...
What does home represent ?
Protagonist :
Home represents a construct.
in its natural cocoon,
it blooms with sprung wings of elegance.
Home is a muse to unsung poetry.
love’s elusive grace
the ministry of presence.
Home drew its first breath on March 27th.
I found true perspective in beauty and loss.
her eyes agleam on first sight.
she sought me out and broke my will.
Home was born unlike the others.
the color blue under the sanguine skies
I've...
#happiness
#honesty
#hope
#peace
#vulnerability
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Jun 2024 10:53am
25th Jun 2024 10:53am
I am lost
Life is a fire that won’t burn forever
It freezes, it fades
Hope is the curse of the individual
It dies with him
Fear is the individual’s lust for life
Paralyzing, it kills
Nature is a mother who eats her own young
Without care
Old, battered landscape, a tinge of memory fading
Soul and body falls to the ground
Remember the seasons of temperate beauty?
Stood I then amongst the falling rain
Death hides not in the summer’s warm winds
But a winter breeze can kill
Winter is a beast that tortures the strong ...
It freezes, it fades
Hope is the curse of the individual
It dies with him
Fear is the individual’s lust for life
Paralyzing, it kills
Nature is a mother who eats her own young
Without care
Old, battered landscape, a tinge of memory fading
Soul and body falls to the ground
Remember the seasons of temperate beauty?
Stood I then amongst the falling rain
Death hides not in the summer’s warm winds
But a winter breeze can kill
Winter is a beast that tortures the strong ...
#nature
#strength
#vulnerability
#weakness
#winter
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MelancholicMike
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2024 10:57am
23rd Jun 2024 10:57am
Therapy Session #2
Therapist : “I feel like I'm falling?”
Why do you feel that way ?
Protagonist :
I feel I've fallen from grace.
My karma appears imminent.
I have conceded to my self-destruction.
My sadness,my comfort.
April took its greatest toll.
With a heavy heart and tired eyes.
Twenty-five days like counting numbers.
Twenty-eight years of skimming through chapters.
Trying to find myself.
and nestled deep within
is an unwavering discomfort.
A vile dose of masochism.
My natural endorphins could not...
Why do you feel that way ?
Protagonist :
I feel I've fallen from grace.
My karma appears imminent.
I have conceded to my self-destruction.
My sadness,my comfort.
April took its greatest toll.
With a heavy heart and tired eyes.
Twenty-five days like counting numbers.
Twenty-eight years of skimming through chapters.
Trying to find myself.
and nestled deep within
is an unwavering discomfort.
A vile dose of masochism.
My natural endorphins could not...
#hurt
#love
#sadness
#vulnerability
#weakness
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Northern_Soul
Poem Published
16th Jun 2024 9:52pm
16th Jun 2024 9:52pm
(#2) Bright Blue Walls: Post-Confession Shivers
Oat milk hot chocolate
no cream, no faff
just extra hot
so it warms cold bones
it seems to be the norm now
Friday morning, I spill my guts
in a beige office in front of a woman
who’s boobs are too big for her bra
you can’t help but notice them
but they bring a strange comfort.
It feels motherly some how
as if her presence holds merit
and I talked about anxiety
how it’s fucked me up
how it’s still fucking me up
as if I’ve catastrophised living
before it’s even been called life.
...
no cream, no faff
just extra hot
so it warms cold bones
it seems to be the norm now
Friday morning, I spill my guts
in a beige office in front of a woman
who’s boobs are too big for her bra
you can’t help but notice them
but they bring a strange comfort.
It feels motherly some how
as if her presence holds merit
and I talked about anxiety
how it’s fucked me up
how it’s still fucking me up
as if I’ve catastrophised living
before it’s even been called life.
...
#DomesticViolence
#healing
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
#vulnerability
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QuietusQuill
Poem Published
13th Jun 2024 9:23pm
13th Jun 2024 9:23pm
Wrapped in the burden of your attritional gospel
Sometimes I can tarry,
on the work of the progenitor
of American ethos
and accrue the
blotted simulacrum of atman
as the ashen Sleipnir albedos
to evince its candor by dint of
my denude acuity.
Annan does the leviathan swarm
as froufrou mordito’s
wither in a canicule arboretum
sakura cedes their seeded whispers
exhaling their viennas up to me
for their is beauty in the suffering,
an understanding a collateral reflection
all for the hunger of atrophy,
swallowing that bittersweet...
on the work of the progenitor
of American ethos
and accrue the
blotted simulacrum of atman
as the ashen Sleipnir albedos
to evince its candor by dint of
my denude acuity.
Annan does the leviathan swarm
as froufrou mordito’s
wither in a canicule arboretum
sakura cedes their seeded whispers
exhaling their viennas up to me
for their is beauty in the suffering,
an understanding a collateral reflection
all for the hunger of atrophy,
swallowing that bittersweet...
#corruption
#deception
#LifeStruggles
#power
#vulnerability
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poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
12th Jun 2024 5:06pm
12th Jun 2024 5:06pm
Boomerang ! Or Self-Destroyer ?
You do not have any friends, that's why you block those who won't talk with you.
spare yourself the trouble, you can't give what you don't have, so no need
to wear thick when its already hot, and say the sky is blue when you do not need to.
You wear red outside your house, and i know that inside you are as gray as the
walls that surround you, you can even dissolve into the walls and become a dumb,
mute stone..as well, you affect your look; your walk, you stalk the naive, introvert
ones, and you stutter like a turkey before the gentlemen, but,...
spare yourself the trouble, you can't give what you don't have, so no need
to wear thick when its already hot, and say the sky is blue when you do not need to.
You wear red outside your house, and i know that inside you are as gray as the
walls that surround you, you can even dissolve into the walls and become a dumb,
mute stone..as well, you affect your look; your walk, you stalk the naive, introvert
ones, and you stutter like a turkey before the gentlemen, but,...
#corruption
#deception
#oppression
#rebellion
#vulnerability
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
11th Jun 2024 1:29am
11th Jun 2024 1:29am
Bibi and Biden
The conservative hand has made it clear,
with Genocide Joe and Genocide Jew,
that their bombs don't give a shit who is who
in any young family fleeing in fear.
But Bibi and Biden are not the same.
One loves the bombs much more than the other,
to murder folks with an Arabic name
as Semite brother on Semite brother!
No longer caring when targets are dead
and by detonations reduced to paste
not even considered medical waste
but a rusty stain, (where once was a head),
provided by some weapon crafty Yanks... ...
with Genocide Joe and Genocide Jew,
that their bombs don't give a shit who is who
in any young family fleeing in fear.
But Bibi and Biden are not the same.
One loves the bombs much more than the other,
to murder folks with an Arabic name
as Semite brother on Semite brother!
No longer caring when targets are dead
and by detonations reduced to paste
not even considered medical waste
but a rusty stain, (where once was a head),
provided by some weapon crafty Yanks... ...
#bullying
#LifeStruggles
#nightmares #vulnerability
#nightmares #vulnerability
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guy__ville
Poem Published
9th Jun 2024 6:16pm
9th Jun 2024 6:16pm
Mediocre Inc.
At what age did you find that mediocre's fine,
In corporate halls where the average thrives?
Playing the game with a heart that's malign,
Ignoring respect for the human lives.
Do just the minimum, meets expectations align,
Why strive for more when the soul rarely jives?
It's all about survival, your mental health's sign,
I'd rather close myself in my shell than live this hell.
In realms where misery loves company well,
I choose my own path, adventures to tell.
No more the facade, no more the corporate spell,
Embracing my...
In corporate halls where the average thrives?
Playing the game with a heart that's malign,
Ignoring respect for the human lives.
Do just the minimum, meets expectations align,
Why strive for more when the soul rarely jives?
It's all about survival, your mental health's sign,
I'd rather close myself in my shell than live this hell.
In realms where misery loves company well,
I choose my own path, adventures to tell.
No more the facade, no more the corporate spell,
Embracing my...
#anxiety
#consumerism
#money
#power
#vulnerability
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Vandelious
Neil Stewart
Neil Stewart
Poem Published
6th Jun 2024 9:35pm
6th Jun 2024 9:35pm
Pushed Proponents
All the ps, all for me.
All for one, and one for you,
but two times that is time for me.
A second to be wreckless is just right for me.
Told us that but sugar coated.
Hold on twat, so you decode it,
Ill decide if it's tonight when you console with
What if fucking might be, likely pushed proponents.
Shooshed supporters get disposed off.
Your component; told off.
But you told them your whole "all love"
A hole deep enough for their component.
They own you as,
You counsil a users ounce full, they use you...
All for one, and one for you,
but two times that is time for me.
A second to be wreckless is just right for me.
Told us that but sugar coated.
Hold on twat, so you decode it,
Ill decide if it's tonight when you console with
What if fucking might be, likely pushed proponents.
Shooshed supporters get disposed off.
Your component; told off.
But you told them your whole "all love"
A hole deep enough for their component.
They own you as,
You counsil a users ounce full, they use you...
#corruption
#freedom
#politics
#power
#vulnerability
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