'humilation' poems - Hello Poetry

Lucid Sep 2018

musings #2

Lucid Sep 2018

everyone has that place their mind wanders to whenever boredom strikes, or whenever they become "zoned out"
mine?
my mind always imagines a ballerina in black, doing pirouette turns over and over again
it's especially vivid whenever i'm listening to music
over and over, round and round
i only realized this today, & it made me wonder why my mind always drifted there
i thought about it until i realized
how fitting
my conscious mind is always turning in circles
so of course my subconscious mind would, too

his hands on my body
the reeking smell of alcohol and coercion
my mother's lies
my brother's handshake with the grim reaper
the realization
the humiliation
the first time i told her i hated her
the sting of her palm against my face
my father's alcohol problem
i can't escape alcohol
my alcohol problem
the feel of the blade against my skin
the sterile smell of the crisis unit
everyone's willingness to condemn & forget

i don't forget

my body
his breath
her lies
death
humilation
the sting
the alcohol
the blood
the sterility
the pain
the pain
the pain

over and over, round and round
turning constant circles in my head
i fall down

With You - stwo

#sad #depressed #journal #whatever #stupid #heartbreak #alcoholic #**** #my #life

Unkempt hair and a messy soul Jun 2013

Humilation, Liberation

Unkempt hair and a messy soul Jun 2013

Humilation, Liberation

Showy Seas
Consuming Me
Vanilla Lipsticks
No one saw the teenage boy
Fascinated by how well she hid her toys.

Embarrassed I am
O help the girl with severed dreams
I do not wish to live here
I do not wish to know this dream.
I do not wish to be a young lady
My words polite and sanitary

I wish to travel like a mad man
Like a dove
Like a regret-less old lady

Hair wisps
Eyes liquid
Soul watery

O Let me be
O Let me be, O Let me be

I was clinical
They were cynical
I was a psychologist
It was the crucible

Mind of a poet
Thinker of a historian
Lethal, lethal combination

Home is 1984
School is the Renaissance

That may not do

Embarrassed I am
Embarrassed You are too.

Teenage Angst
Problems
Sad
Melancholy

Filip Stojiljkovic Nov 2018

I Feel Empty

Filip Stojiljkovic Nov 2018

I Feel Empty

I feel Empty

whatever i see

there's nothing

there's a hate

and i dislike it

whatever it is

it's a humilation

and i cant get rid of it

because of bad things around me

and it was so imperfect

that i can't take it off

it sticked to my head like a glue

i have no ******* clue

what was about to happen

My Eyes have burned

like i'm in hell

Whatever i wish they die

In that Maggot-filled well

This is my very first poem that i have written in a short amount of time.

#selfhatred #misanthropy

Catherine Paige Jun 2010

I Healed Wrong

Catherine Paige Jun 2010

I Healed Wrong

I need someone who can see my broken mask
Who can see the rips and tears and love my vices
Fill these crevices with a magic cure-all

Something that perhaps isn't natural
Something that definately isn't mine
All these parts of me expand and collapse
I'm left broken and yet whole

I am multiples that are whole
I am many trapped within the one

Parts of us hide away in the bottoms of wells
Parts of us play stories that the world wishes us to tell
Because not only would I be to heavy for them to carry
I am to fragile for anyone to see

The weight of a glance is like the fist of man
Instead of pain and bruises
It's humilation and revelation
Each and every rouse layed upon the table
Each little miss represented fact shown as fable

I would be left to face the monster that I am
I already know that the mirror image is not what I long to be
I am a mermaid longing for land
I am a free girl wishing to be trapped

I am everything that I don't want to have
I want someone to wisk it away
I need a captor and a prince

This was written on December 14, 2009.

Hurt LockerFeed Birds Jan 2015

Lost!!! Where to go????

Hurt LockerFeed Birds Jan 2015

Lost!!! Where to go????

affectionate passion! taking the wheel when I’m expressionless
too abrasive and unappreciative to read the next idea, to entertain without accepting
humility, humilation, blah blah blah
sick of school, sick of music
empty gatorade bottles
gratitude, gratitude gratitude,
Weeping for Jesus
slept
copy and paste
distraction, instant gratification
freedom in expression, but not in particular circumstances
fifth amendment, but only when white, and spoken with articulation in the appropriate moment
to computerize, to know when to tuck pride between the legs,
To ****** **** into space, but to be aware of the sparkling blue ring of consciousness,
oh morality! you’ve bailed me out and allowed me to let go of control! I am forever grateful
passion and reason, chemicals, neurons, science,
all language?
precision? Accuracy? N size? population? Academia? Institutionalized art?
give me the love potion, I'll take that ****

LET IT GOO!!!!

Amanda Woolley Jul 2016

Double Scars

Amanda Woolley Jul 2016

Double Scars

I thought I was past it, the horror and the lies,
the hurt,the pain, all the things that made me cry.
I thought I could take the humilation of bullying jibes
and still want to be alive

But last night you tore open the wounds, made me bleed
and gave me more scars that I dont need.
The pain you inflicted caused more damage then you'll ever know,
maybe to escape soon into the ground i'll go.

Your insults didnt just create new wounds you know,
but also opened up the old scars I never show.
but I geuss you just dont really care,
because you never like to play fair.

Now I'm fighting hard to stay sane,
and trying to ignore my pain.
Somewhere along the way I lost my will to survive,
now I really dont want to be alive.

Inspiration- Repeated Bullying. I was bullied by a girl i knew when i was 20 and one night we all went off in a group to the local garage and she picked on me so much i walked off to cry but she picked on me on the way back as well and threw pop at me for walking away and putting myself at risk of being hurt by someone. (Oh the irony). Because according to her i worried the whole group including her when i walked off; funny way of showing me she cared.

Shona Oct 2020

Hurt

Shona Oct 2020

Hurt

I say I'm okay but deep down I hurt.
I hurt from rejection.
I hurt from the humilation.
I hurt from the embrrassment.
I feel i'm this target and the world is aiming for me.

#sadness #heartbroken

Yenson May 2023

So You call this Power?.....

Yenson May 2023

So You call this Power?.....

https://www.tiktok.com/@dgone29/video/7234737686815198490?isfromwebapp=1&senderdevice=pc&webid=7236816373694826011

I stole from no one
nor covet any of my neighbours' goods
I did not despoil their daughters sisters or mothers
nor *** traffic their lost and lonesomes in Taxi gangs
I worked and every penny was from earnest and honest toil

But hey they decided
I was to be labelled the Germ man
apparently I had dared to thrive on their soil
It was herald I am a parasite ******* from the poor
and behold more wily than nilly I was to lose everything

Without further ado
smears started my name became mud
with due machinations my career was in tatters
poisonous interventions soon put paid to my relationship
character assasination brought disrespect humilation et isolation

I was told I'm greedy
nothing said about ivory victimization
the neighbour that broke in and robbed my goods
or the harrassments bullying and attempts at extortion
or accusation I think I'm better cos I repelled Joan's advances

Past and present
same old story same old heinous ways
cos my colour is different and you have no conscience
you twist smear distort misinform and fabricate to oppress
you renounce the True God to proclaim you're gods et goddesses

Standing, still I rise
in Light my soul shines strong
all you harvest will in time come to harvest you
unreals are masters in knowledge of arrogance and ignorance
my self worth not in barter at the atlar of greed injustice or violence

https://www.tiktok.com/@dgone29/video/7234737686815198490?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc&web_id=7236816373694826011

T R S Oct 2019

Just for fun

T R S Oct 2019

Just for fun

*******,
****** painted perversions.

It's a simple symptom,
made of soy-based meat, and lumps of super sorry self hatred, held in solitary confinement with lies, and that little bit of **** that hangs off of your hands after you scrub your hands after you take a load.

After you ****.

Slugged off a solid mud-baked toad made of humilation and june bugs.

It *****.

And so do you.

Just dont' eschew how bad you've been,
because You're found out.
And you'll pay for every calorie.

Every ad-spot.
Every sin.
Every media spin that you hope
make you free.

Not even.

You're a cast off,
frozen bug.
Slug.
Salted.
Neutered.
Faulted.
Rotted.
Broken.
Blackened.
Fractured.
****** up
thing.
You're nothing.
Natta.
Bladda.
Broken.
Stoked in a fire of lies.
Try.
Please.
Try to be a person.

Please.
Know what you lost.

because you're worse than a ****.

Worse than a ****!
It's absurd.
You should be in charge.
But instead you're a childish joke.
For real!

Commander-in-Chief!

You're the ******-at-large.

— The End —