Insecurity Poems - Poems about Insecurity

Apples the fruit of life, use to grow all over the earth. Now they have been killed and replaced to make the earth a place of cement. The juicy and lovely apple, was free to eat for those that choose it as a treat. Maybe they killed so many apple trees, to make us pay for them....

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I was never here for passing time, Never here for love denied. I thought we’d walk this road as one, But love has left me far behind. If I love you, how can I not break? When you are not mine to take. To watch you smile, yet stand apart, It slowly shatters my fragile heart. You say that friends we still can...

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On my bones, insecurity was carved with a chisel, deep and merciless, And on my skin, you tattooed doubt, like an artist of shadow and suffering, Your steps left imprints on my soul, like paths lost in the mist, You injected fear into my spine, a bitter venom coursing through my veins. You stabbed—stabbed—stabbed my heart until I bled...

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Open Plea Lord, please forgive me, but the devil constantly tempts me. You gave me a body full of life, but at times, my soul feels empty. These demons are relentless. Life's a and a seductive temptress.  Being evil is so easy, seven deadly sins for every instance.  I'm crying out, without a doubt. I...

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The thirst for effervescence, A sweetness I’ve always craved, To be a child of such incandescence, So that no soul can claim I’ve failed. Yearning to be witty, even reverential, Merely to be something good, Desperate to claw up some potential, So that no soul can claim I am pointless. Lusting to be known as an ingenue, Perfection in a woman’s form, An image id...

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… [I’m an idiot; I can hold a conversation though I always stutter, I’m average looking yet I hate every molecule I possess. I’ve healed, yet those memories still haunt me. I’ve made impacts and shared my story, yet I’m worthless and will be forgotten. So I ask; Mirror, oh mirror, please give me answers!] “I promise I...

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one side of our eyes evil persist, other side stagnant thoughts of good Al Juman style haiku © 1/12/2001 ...

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A poet I aspired to be, Yet words that mattered were in opposition with me. A pen I could hold, a book I owned, But the feelings were never my own. A writer's soul is a shattered vase, Tired from the pain and strain it etched to a lonely page. However, mine was untouched, free From the shadows that lurked behind a...

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dread, rising up while all hope is dying safety and surety of joy, a soul ignores, apprehensive, worried, insecurity’s complying pouring out tension from deathly doors, bleeding heart whose shadow is petrifying ...

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Lost All of a sudden I know tomorrow comes And all the people therein I don't like the moments before sleep Where I fret out of nowhere As panic gives me unanswerable questions That I know only daylight will sort My hearts aches to be comforted To tell someone how scared of myself I am As every bit of me gets dashed away And...

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I cashed my Social Security check But even now I'm quite afraid Because after adding up all my bills I still owe more than what it paid...

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Embrace your insecurities with grace, Yet, don't let them dictate your pace. They're shadows that may come and go, But never allow them to diminish your glow. It's fine not always to be on the peak, Cool and collected, a demeanor unique. Value the journey, not just the goal, Secure your insecurities, make them your soul. Blaming won't lead to growth, Own them, let...

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she is beyond beautiful too good for me dazzling sky blue eyes and perfect pink lips why is she dressed like that? for other men? his insecurity caused him suspicion...

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Lashing out you exposes hidden secrets of my misgivings...

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My biggest insecurity Has always been my silence. Everyone loves talking; Noise over quiet. Especially so In the presence of others. But I was built quiet And it is still my fear That my quiet is too much For others to bare. I cherish meeting people Who understand my quiet. They do not pressure me Or get upset When I never speak Or don’t talk enough. They understand That for me Speaking takes...

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