#vulnerable poems on Hello Poetry

ab ja na Apr 18

some days i mourn the death of stars,
some days i forget to mourn the dreams i massacred
both days i tell you nothing about it

somedays i mourn the death of stars,
some days i forget to mourn the dreams i massacred

both days i know i can tell no one anything about it
and i didn’t, but it seems like the end

so what if i erupted out all my infections.

i don't know, if i could delete myself, man how many times would i have done it already

#vulnerable #solitude #confession #whynow

Kat M Apr 1

Vexing is the Progression

Not even here is Knowledge a thing of intuition
But the procedure followed key by key
Into the river and out of the drain
Like a lamprey seething on a deer

Should we wake her,
Or do the defiler's whispers eat at your ear
Do the wallops within you complete something
You didn't know needed to be found

A golfer eats a melon and yearns for forgiveness
As she knows, it’s not the smaller
Unforgiving swallowtail pictured
Am I what you imagined

When you wished upon a star
Never to be seen again but on the pages of
Typing writers blocking my every thought
As mysteries unravel me

Feedback Welcome!

#nonsense #outcast #longing #connection #vulnerable

kn Mar 28

All I Asked

I came with a heart too heavy to hold,
Words trembling, half-formed, quiet and bold.
All I asked was, stay with me here,
Not to fix, not to judge—just be near.

I didn’t need answers wrapped up in bows,
Just silence, warmth, the kind that knows
How to hold pain without turning away,
To let the storm speak, not chase it away.

But you turned from the weight in my voice,
Raised walls where I asked for a choice—
To open, or not, on my fragile time,
To bleed in peace, not forced to rhyme.

Now we’re both tangled in words that cut,
Doors slammed by the ache of a heart left shut.
But I never meant for a war to start…
I just needed someone to see my heart.

#all #asked #sad #pain #vulnerable #hurt #people #family #love #broken

Immortality Mar 16

Fire and Moth

Your fire so bright,
it takes me in.
Your warmth so tender,
it burns me within.

Heard many warnings,
still I fall.
And I’d fall again,
no regrets.

For this is where I belong.

what the 'moth' said to the 'fire flames' when it asked not to fall.

#moth #passion #love #desire #fire #vulnerable #nature #belonging #risk

Kewayne Wadley Mar 8

Empty Patches

I know you, Moon
Shining pieces of light
that are not your own.

As beautiful as you are,
as full as you look,
there are pieces of yourself
that you hide in the dark
the empty patches
left by those who took
but never gave.

If I could, I'd
climb
up
next to you
and offer you a
piece
of myself,
to make you feel whole.

I, too, know
what it's like
to
hide
pieces
of
yourself.

At least with you,
that piece will be called beautiful,
and no one will know the difference
except for you and me.
I know you, Moon

#poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #spilledink #poetryislove #deepthoughts #friendship #moon #feelings #feelingsintowords #vulnerable

Avici Jan 24

The Last of Past

In the dim corners of an archaic repository
Guarded by shadows and subdued mystery
A nerve cracking tale of emotional misery
A chronicle of unspoken, untold history

The brutal lash of a leather belt
The screams, the echoes, the relentless assaults felt
The horrifying scars, the unbearable welt
Withers my soul, seeing a mother being forcibly knelt

The haunting cries beneath the moon’s cold gaze
A child’s fragile heart, encountering frightened days
The tormenting intuition, the intolerable helplessness
Depicting this insensitive world, how time and tide frays

The hypocrite neighbours with malicious intention
Their hollow candour, veiling a double faced complexion
The depraved society, lost in its superficial attention
The child, gasping for emotional care on the ventilators of affection

The backbiting relatives, feeding on unbidden hospitality
Once in a blue moon, do they emerge in adverse practicality
The mother crying her heart out, even in such criticality
Traumatised, by the unforgivingness of such harsh reality

The translucent mask, leading to intensifying mistreat
Ignorance, structuring a highway of unimaginable deceit
Betrayal, the shift, from friendship to cheat
Mental burnout, draining the child to inevitable defeat

Tribulation getting culminated with every dart
Still the mother, protecting her child with a brave heart
Believing that someday, there will be a cheerful start
Today, that kid stands in front of you, portraying this beautiful art

#pain #past #memories #child #mother #society #vulnerable

Jay Jan 15

Diving Without Fear

I have a reckless habit of diving headlong into love. I’m the one who leaps without hesitation, casting aside caution and leaving my heart unguarded. No walls, no moats, no watchful sentinels, just an open door, waiting to be crossed. When your love called to me, I rushed toward it, drawn like waves to the shore or roots to fertile earth. I don’t fear the fall or falling short; the plunge itself is where life resides. My heart, a glowing ember, yearns for a spark, igniting into a fire of passionate desire. I crave connection, the touch, the intimacy, the raw beauty of love in all its ebb and flow. I’ve always understood the risks. Each whispered confession carries the weight of uncertainty, the chance that these feelings may not bloom. Yet I leap anyway, without regret, without armor. Vulnerability is my compass, for only through openness can I embrace the fullness of love’s offerings. And even if I emerge bruised and broken, it’s within those ruins that the art of love is most vividly painted. Call me reckless if you will, or a fool. Perhaps I am. But I would rather dive in with abandon, drowning in the depths and soaring in the heights, than live without ever truly loving. To love fully, to risk everything, is to truly live before I die.

#diving #love #fearless #vulnerable

Mays Benatti Jul 2017

Lost Self love

Searching for an ear,
Just one.
It's a quest for acceptance,
Or maybe the solace gun.
Hand it over,
Prepare to run.

This poem reflects a moment of deep vulnerability and inner conflict. It’s about searching for someone to truly listen, to provide that sense of acceptance we all crave. But there’s also this edge—this feeling of tension or danger that comes with opening up. The “solace gun” was my way of capturing how heavy those emotions can feel, like you’re carrying something powerful and fragile at the same time.

The line “hand it over, prepare to run” is a mix of fear and urgency, like a warning to myself or others about the risks of being vulnerable. Writing this was a way to process that push-and-pull between needing connection and guarding my own heart.

#no #self #love #cycle #yourself #run #chaos #vulnerable

Asia Krekling Dec 2024

Vulnerable

You grab my hand, pull me out of the madness.
Take me to that place, where You’re the only face,
I can see. Careful fingers unbraid cherry curls,
draping a tightly-held cardigan, on the anorak’s
open arms. And when I look away, guide my
eyes so they gaze into the aquamarine of Yours.
Planting soft kisses on my barren cheek,
You water me. Talking with a voice far
sweeter-sounding than a lyre. Words draping
over me like velvet, until I find some of
my own. No longer dictated by a script.
Gently peeling back the layers of myself,
you finally find my soul. Once blue, now
Golden-hued, thanks to You.

#sapphic #love #vulnerable #vulnerability