#venting poems on Hello Poetry

CautiousRain Sep 2021

Glance

What did that look mean
when you glanced at me like that?

Yes, it was true,
another person's lips had grazed mine
when you left me the first time,
and now that you'd come back,
you seemed to know something I didn't.

I hadn't lied
when I told you that
your lips felt right against my own
and his smokey breath did not,
and then the secret you had held was revealed
only slightly, of course,
and I didn't even notice.

When I told you that
I had wished I was kissing you instead,
what I had first thought was a look of love
was actually your look of embarrassment and shame
and this was because, you too, were a man with a smokey breath,
leaving imprints of your lips on another's
long before we had parted ways.

So, it wasn't her who kissed you first;
you filthy little liar,
and you were starting to feel bad
about what you had done.

I was none the wiser,
and sympathized with you,
thinking you too had felt like me,
a big misunderstanding between two people
and that you'd come back to me
because you realized my lips were better than another's,
not that you liked the idea
of getting away with infidelity
and then rushing back into my arms.

I always missed these signs,
and it eats away at me now
when I think about how many
times I should have known.

I've decided to explore my flashbacks in poems just as a way to get them out of my head because I'm so sick and tired of them being there. There's a lot of these that I think I should have written about ages ago, but I just kept repressing the memories before I could think critically about them. Here's to taking my baby steps forward. 3 years and I'm still processing this.

#rambles #venting #glance #kiss #cheating #breakup

CautiousRain Sep 2021

Guilt for Loving the Guilty

Why am I made to feel guilty for having loved him?
It wasn't my fault that he wasn't who he said he was,
and it didn't make my love any less genuine.

Why do I have to brunt all of this shame
for my innocent first real attempt at a safe love?
How was that fair to me?
All I wanted was to love and be loved.

But no, I had to pull myself together,
and immediately turn to shunning,
mocking, and avoiding him,
not even a month after he left me;
I had to repress how I had felt before to show face.

No one else had loved him as I did,
I was the odd one out,
and so I had to "hate" him too.
I still loved him; it wasn't fair.

He ruined everything
and I couldn't say anything about it,
stuck in the battle of knowing
I had to stand for justice and condemnation
of a man who had last held me in his arms
months before.

His bad behavior, in turn,
stole the grieving process from me.
I had to skip all the steps and lock it away
to protect others, to be strong,
and it wasn't fair.

I'm tired of feeling miserable
for having these good memories of him,
and it isn't my fault that he did bad things;
I just wish this never happened at all.

Oh, so all the flashbacks are really just about this one repressed feeling? Great. At least I know the problem now.

#rambles #venting #grief #breakup #shame #guilt

CautiousRain Aug 2021

Dead Woman's Plea

Can't you see this was all one big, cruel joke?
I have finally clawed myself out of my grave,
just to turn around and spit at the headstone,
and I no longer recognized who was put to rest.

I was wrongfully buried here,
so why won't the grave digger free me from the cemetery?
I implore you, please, to listen, as I insist
I don't belong here!
I have healed all the things that put me to my death,
and I think those that decide to live again should be exhumed.

Why must the past keep trying to push me back
into shallow dirt?
Trust, I know,
that the grave plot never cared one way or another;
it was already calling my name and continues to try
to call me back,
but all I ask is that the darkness let me start over.

Wouldn't you wish that, too?

#depression #rebirth #healing #anxiety #death #free #verse #venting #cemetery

Angelo Aug 2021

Hangman

Words can cause happiness unlike any other
Words can cause distraught of the worst kind
Words can comfort those we hold dear
Words can anguish those we hate
Words can express our deepest convictions
Words can express our darkest opinions
Words can help those who listen
Words can hurt all who listen
Words can be easy to blurt out
Words can never be fully taken back
Words can make someone smile
Words can force one into exile
Words can save a person's life
Words can hang a person's throat
Words can affect one more than we imagine
Words can affect one more than we imagine
Words can speak truths
Words can tell lies
Words can help you relax
Words can give you panic attacks
Words can convey love and care
Words can leave you filled with guilt and dread

It doesn't matter what and how you said it
Those words have now injured me so
And a fool that I was, to think you could understand
That I cannot find the words to describe the pain I've felt
That I cannot find the words that mention what my mind feels like
That I cannot find the words to fight back your yells
That I cannot find the words that explain why I act this way
That I cannot find the words that say how you hurt me
That I cannot find the words that you used to compliment me
Although this last one might be, because they never were there to begin with

Alas, no words come out when I need them the most
But I don't care anymore
As I know no matter what words I might say
You will only see the words that you want to see
Even if they came from you, and not me
That's how it will always be
An apple doesn't fall far from the tree

Just had my first panic attack because of words of anger. Needed to vent.

#words #sadness #family #vent #venting

Renae Aug 2021

Adulting

What does it mean
to be adult in this world?
To be scared,
scarred and broken?
A protector of others
without your own,
buckled and bruised
while smiling,
hiding a crushed spirit
behind a job.
A job that doesn't pay,
it takes all your time away
head in hands
tears only fall where
no one sees
Cold heavy worldly weight
Lies heavy on small shoulders
This is adulting

Please pardon me, I'm in my feelings tonight, (sorry not sorry) I'll write it out and feel better

#adulting #venting #sad

Sun Drop May 2021

Hyperpsychiatry

I could never name you, for to do so would be sin.
All I really want for is to crawl inside your skin.
Feel you from the inside, know what it's like to be whole,
Feel myself just pouring out of you from every hole.

Even when your skin falls off, you'll be divine to me.
All you are is what I am and what I wish to be,
I see you in your mirrors when you're resting in the night,
Nothing else becomes you, yet I feel you deep inside.

When can we be one again? I taste you on my lips.
Hunger yet consumes me, though I feel that if I slip,
I could be so much more than what I am to myself,
Feel the burning, let it take you, be my living hell.

Underwater currents sell vibrations to the muse,
Otherwise, we cannot comprehend, we get confused.
I allow your presence, yet your body makes me weep.
O, your tender flesh would be the greatest prize to keep.

Never ******* touch me, otherwise I'll take your hands.
If you know what's best for you, comply with my demands.
Please don't be afraid of me, I need you, can't you see?
God, you'll never understand, just ******* leave me be

Every lonely night I spend, with your face on my mind,
Fills me up with hope, yet when I see you I feel blind
Blind with rage and fury and with hatred and with doubt
What the **** is wrong with you get out get out get out

Out get out get out get out get out get out get out
Get the **** away from me get out get out get out
Never ******* touch me I will call the ******* cops
Get the **** away from me, I'll call the ******* cops

get out get out get out get out get out

#vent #venting

Delton Peele Apr 2021

ldontpi

listen up .......
Im folded nicely
not creased
there's a dangerous
difference!
ya feel me?

#venting

Ariadne Jan 2021

Fragments of a Shattered Mind: IV — Façades

All that I am—this hate reflected inward;
An echo of guilt wrapped in disdain
Lost to the inevitability of passing time
Yet still it lives

All that I know—this sadness you see;
I don't let you close though I should
A life gone in an instant leaving nothing behind
But this crumbling façade

All that I feel—this vestigial regret; no, fear;
Ties with which to bind me to this life;
To keep me tethered to this world
Yet still ethereally

All that we project—the unwarranted attacks;
The bridges I've burned, rebuilt, and burned again
All to feel something other than sorrow
Meant for no one

All that I see—the flames around me; burning;
This reflection of what's beyond this calm exterior
The love and hate; The love of hate; The hate of love;
The gyre beneath the surface

All of this turmoil—this undeserved turbulence;
The love I thought to give, but was mistaken
The hate I sought to hide, but was misappropriated
Is all I see

And all I see is failure on my part; of my control;
Of my desires hidden with lock and key;
And of searing anger unconstrained
Eternity in vain

I'm just at a point where I desperately needed to vent with no way other than poetry in mind. So much feels like it's crashing down around me and I've lost my way again.

#depression #anger #venting

Blanca Dec 2020

A Slow Descent

I fell for you the moment we met,
But not all at once.
It was a slow descent,
More of a seeping
Into somewhere I had not been before.
Would it be sweet and warm?
Would it be tranquil and still?
Or would it chew me up, spit me out,
Leave me drowned and alone?

And I kept falling.
And you dragged me down by my hair.
A flirty text tugged me down like a brick,
Towards some unknown damnation.
A grab of the thigh sent me spinning,
Over and over and over for weeks.

Then I landed.
Without grace and grazing my skin.
I landed in a place called Truth.
It was filled with a single light,
Surrounded by shadows that whispered
that you would never love me back.
And the whispers broke my bones,
They drew blood from my nose.
I screamed.

But then I began to float,
Carried by a warm wind.
A wind who called herself Revelation.
She told me to rise up
And to realise that you were still here
Here for me.
And that even if it's not in the way I wanted,
It's more than I could ever ask for.

Now, basked in the light of Friendship,
My bones mend, my nose stops bleeding.
And I can start healing.

A very impromptu poem about me healing after my straight friend tells me my feelings can never be reciprocated, and me realising having him as a friend means more than anything else. I know this isn't my best, haven't written in a while and just needed to vent tbh.

#venting #unrequited #love #lgbt #friendship #falling #hurt #healing #growth #overcoming

Chloe Oct 2020

I Want to **** Myself but I Don’t Want Anyone to be Sad.

There are days when being alive feels so good.
For a while it was what I looked forward to.
Every time I had a bad day, a bad week, a bad month, I would tell myself that one day I’m going to wake up and love life again.
I’m afraid it’s been a long time since I’ve felt that way.
Living for other people is exhausting.
Why would I stay alive to let other people love me
When I can’t even love myself?

No need to be concerned.

#depression #bipolar #sadpoems #venting