Poems about Vulnerability
#vulnerability
Poetry about being vulnerable, capable of being physically or emotionally wounded. Poems about our own vulnerability or that of others.
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Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
6th Jun 2024 1:38pm
6th Jun 2024 1:38pm
The Jaws of Psychosis
The phantom voices are
soundless unsoundness
to the normal world.
With my tongue,
psychosis cracks this lash,
scolding the empty air.
Give one hell,
give another heaven,
but where is my heaven?
Fracture this jawbone -
this jabbering embarrassment
wishing my vacant face!
Raked over hellish coals,
blistering with utterances,
my mind now scorched earth!
Within this jaw-like clench
of a tongueless entity,
I am surely reviled!
soundless unsoundness
to the normal world.
With my tongue,
psychosis cracks this lash,
scolding the empty air.
Give one hell,
give another heaven,
but where is my heaven?
Fracture this jawbone -
this jabbering embarrassment
wishing my vacant face!
Raked over hellish coals,
blistering with utterances,
my mind now scorched earth!
Within this jaw-like clench
of a tongueless entity,
I am surely reviled!
#anxiety
#depression
#MentalHealth
#SelfHarm
#vulnerability
212 reads
3 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
26th May 2024 3:35am
26th May 2024 3:35am
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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neves
Poem Published
26th May 2024 2:09am
26th May 2024 2:09am
Beauty is in the being that felt it
I sit with diprosalic
in my hair bathing in it,
believing in it, allowing
it to acknowledge dead
scales laying secretly
around my crown
I pick up my
double sided comb,
gliding and lifting
dead skin from
my scalp
I remember
vividly as a child;
being combed
to death making
sure there wasn't
a single flake to
be discovered,
then I remember
how every pain
began to form
each scale left
upon my head
how beauty
is actually ...
in my hair bathing in it,
believing in it, allowing
it to acknowledge dead
scales laying secretly
around my crown
I pick up my
double sided comb,
gliding and lifting
dead skin from
my scalp
I remember
vividly as a child;
being combed
to death making
sure there wasn't
a single flake to
be discovered,
then I remember
how every pain
began to form
each scale left
upon my head
how beauty
is actually ...
#confessional
#vulnerability
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MelancholicMike
Poem Published
25th May 2024 2:47am
25th May 2024 2:47am
A Void Of Nothing
My eyes are peering with sadness ,
through the window frame.
The blades of the curtains
graze my skin.
The sounds of us wailing
in the early hours of the morning.
What we have common is pain.
Inside my bereft mind
Is another agonising absence
My thoughts linger in the shadows
In contention with my sobriety
I wish to carve out a space within this meek soul
Hold you up to your every word
Lay your nakedness over mine
Whisper in the wind
Find me here in my solemn hours
My lips entangled with yours ...
through the window frame.
The blades of the curtains
graze my skin.
The sounds of us wailing
in the early hours of the morning.
What we have common is pain.
Inside my bereft mind
Is another agonising absence
My thoughts linger in the shadows
In contention with my sobriety
I wish to carve out a space within this meek soul
Hold you up to your every word
Lay your nakedness over mine
Whisper in the wind
Find me here in my solemn hours
My lips entangled with yours ...
#honesty
#hope
#love #vulnerability
#love #vulnerability
187 reads
1 Comment
Northern1
Poem Published
22nd May 2024 10:20pm
22nd May 2024 10:20pm
Pussy Power
I must not move too much while he lingers
He treats me like furniture with fingers
Before jumping down he will arch his back
Glances at me like I'm his favorite snack
Today he caught a fly then he ate her
As an appetizer for what he'll get later
He cries so sweet if he doesn't get fish
Am played like a fool for his every wish
If I call his name he simply ignores me
Wanting something he coyly implores me
With a purr and a soft rub against my leg
Makes me feel guilty for having him beg
He owns himself but...
He treats me like furniture with fingers
Before jumping down he will arch his back
Glances at me like I'm his favorite snack
Today he caught a fly then he ate her
As an appetizer for what he'll get later
He cries so sweet if he doesn't get fish
Am played like a fool for his every wish
If I call his name he simply ignores me
Wanting something he coyly implores me
With a purr and a soft rub against my leg
Makes me feel guilty for having him beg
He owns himself but...
#acceptance
#cats
#vulnerability
241 reads
9 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
22nd May 2024 9:17am
22nd May 2024 9:17am
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
227 reads
4 Comments
thinlane
Poem Published
20th May 2024 9:28am
20th May 2024 9:28am
Death March
Cold light fills my room
Hurting my eyes with the clinical glare
The white coats and candy stripes flash by my open door
Seeming deaf to my calls for simple compassion
And companions to pass the time with
None will say what I feel in my bones
My time is running short and since they can't help me
They ignore me instead
My breath runs short in my lungs
As hard to breathe out as in
And my body is growing tired from the efforts
And still I feel the urge to smoke
What a fool I was
And am
The man in the bed across the room ...
Hurting my eyes with the clinical glare
The white coats and candy stripes flash by my open door
Seeming deaf to my calls for simple compassion
And companions to pass the time with
None will say what I feel in my bones
My time is running short and since they can't help me
They ignore me instead
My breath runs short in my lungs
As hard to breathe out as in
And my body is growing tired from the efforts
And still I feel the urge to smoke
What a fool I was
And am
The man in the bed across the room ...
#illness
#vulnerability
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Duende
Poem Published
18th May 2024 2:00pm
18th May 2024 2:00pm
Vulnerable
the current world
is a tough place
too much hate
i am vulnerable
and break easily
so many people
are insensitive to
needs of others
and some of us
are an easy prey
to the predators
who shatter us
when someone
harasses attacks
or critiques me i
break like glass
sometimes i wish
there was a sticker
on my face that says
fragile handle with care
is a tough place
too much hate
i am vulnerable
and break easily
so many people
are insensitive to
needs of others
and some of us
are an easy prey
to the predators
who shatter us
when someone
harasses attacks
or critiques me i
break like glass
sometimes i wish
there was a sticker
on my face that says
fragile handle with care
#butterfly
#vulnerability
291 reads
24 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
15th May 2024 11:21am
15th May 2024 11:21am
Feel the Leech
Hope
Fuck hope
Hope is a pig
Kick it, murder it
Annihilate it
Hope for hope?
To be full of hope is to be full of shit
Hope is a weapon used against you
Hope costs money, you always pay
You're always hoping that your god hears you
It's all in your mind
Fuck hope
Hope is a pig
Kick it, murder it
Annihilate it
Hope for hope?
To be full of hope is to be full of shit
Hope is a weapon used against you
Hope costs money, you always pay
You're always hoping that your god hears you
It's all in your mind
#atheism
#hope
#strength
#vulnerability
#weakness
158 reads
6 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
13th May 2024 7:51pm
13th May 2024 7:51pm
Poetry Is My Therapist
I tell you all my secrets
For you, I do not hide
Trusting in the process
Remaking my life
Never knowing what
The next stanza will bring
If I’ll be poetically crying
Or if I will sweetly sing
This write, it is a journey
Through past lives and woes
Trauma that dredges up
Memories morose
Then there are all those times
When I have really pushed through
And rid myself of bad habits
Seeing now with a clearer view
This pulse of life, I ride out
Wonder where it’ll take me next...
For you, I do not hide
Trusting in the process
Remaking my life
Never knowing what
The next stanza will bring
If I’ll be poetically crying
Or if I will sweetly sing
This write, it is a journey
Through past lives and woes
Trauma that dredges up
Memories morose
Then there are all those times
When I have really pushed through
And rid myself of bad habits
Seeing now with a clearer view
This pulse of life, I ride out
Wonder where it’ll take me next...
#healing
#honesty
#PowerOfWords
#vulnerability
#WritingPoetry
294 reads
16 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
9th May 2024 11:26pm
9th May 2024 11:26pm
all about perspective...
let's talk about cowardice...shall we
I search all the time for answers
spend countless hours in self-reflection
it's true...I make changes
but when it comes down to it...
I struggle just to show up
frequently I...can't
my bed has a permanent indentation
in the fetal position
what kind of life is that...
living my existence like it's a cameo appearance
...barely visible
...unmemorable
walk off the scene...& poof
...forgotten
I was so afraid of rocking boats
I didn't even...
I search all the time for answers
spend countless hours in self-reflection
it's true...I make changes
but when it comes down to it...
I struggle just to show up
frequently I...can't
my bed has a permanent indentation
in the fetal position
what kind of life is that...
living my existence like it's a cameo appearance
...barely visible
...unmemorable
walk off the scene...& poof
...forgotten
I was so afraid of rocking boats
I didn't even...
#confessional
#LifeGoals
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD
#vulnerability
221 reads
3 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th May 2024 11:39am
9th May 2024 11:39am
Guidance
A man standing in the mirror yelling,
"Where were you when I needed you?!"
"Where were you when I needed you?!"
#support
#vulnerability
162 reads
4 Comments
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