Vulnerability Poems - Poems about Vulnerability

The security guard at the hospital admired my taste in clothing. I'm certain I reminded him of himself when he was younger. Now, he was an old man with a wife and children. I never got around to telling him, but I wished we could've switched lives. He could keep my clothes, and I could experience...

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If I start all over again, This time, will you fall in love with me? If I play your favorite songs, Will you find yourself lost in me? If I call you for an evening tea, Will you come with a bouquet of roses, carefree? If I buy red bangles just to see you smile, Will you wear them with pride, even...

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When you have nobody you have somebody and that somebody is yourself. Because you’re all you’ve got. So why need anybody? Anybody being nobody. Nobody being somebody. Somebody being anybody. Somebody. Somebody. Somebody. Nobody. Nobody. Nobody. Anybody. Anybody. Anybody. Does anybody understand why I feel like a nobody? Even though deep down I know I’m...

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Like a seed Planted for a tree, I grow and grow My back, strong and tall Through thorns and thistles. You can't tell me I've not been through enough And I still won't go through some things more. But I'll flourish like a palm tree Just like the Psalms said Under the gentle care of the vine grower Clinging unto the branches Well aware of how...

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A careful constructed system that’s designed to lead to failure few escapes, leaving the rest to be taken advantage of those who escape reaches a certain level then prey on the weak by selling hopes and dreams, hope and dreams that rarely come true. The game is being sold as the truth remains concealed while those continue to profit off the ignorance...

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Migrants on the move from violence their only possession breath-space on a smuggler’s boat secured with back-bent harvests in pretzel-bent systems weight of crates of strawberries hoisted on hell-bent backs just trying to reach Spanish-shores’-east from Moroccan beach with a camel-mystique —the seaway west of Africa a rags-wearing-flotsam grave migrants on the move from Cameroon die —or survive a militia-cocktail blend of...

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Life's got me in a chokehold, but it's not the same asphyxiation that I crave. I loathe when pouring my heart out is seen as "very brave" When it's not bravery that compells me, But hope. Hope for a better future for those who relate And some kind of catharsis for my pain. It does not take bravery to tell a...

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Lay my heart bare, let it bleed and spill, Upon these pages, where silence once filled. With every tear, my story is written, In ink and in sorrow, my truth will be told. I rip my heart wide, like a book that's well-worn, Each scar is a reminder of battles I've borne. Let the words dance freely, unchained and uncouth, For you...

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Ah, luminous white she blooms a deceptive ghost lover of dark arts of charisma and night moon seducer logic diffuser defense reducer user of dreams abuser of romance tempter-serpent twines and vines — slither noiselessness vanilla viper she’s a fever teaser —damn well make you a heartbreak believer celestial and terrestrial she’s a territorial force spider-veined...

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Allow yourself to trial and error So you can embrace better And better result in the end In love, grow to the sun Having the ability to love and chase Is the best gift life can give you....

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The child pursues melodies I’ll never understand, the notes wallowing through my fingertips like grains of sand. But in the distance a flute laughs, softly, a zither weeping its baleful notes— both distant, blunt, and foreign. I fell here once, at the border of sound and silence, hit by a blade I didn’t see coming. Whose shadow loomed, blade in hand? The answer is...

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I call myself a hopeless romantic, I know I’m being delusional Falling into fleeting situationships, Only to watch them fall apart. I’m scared to open up, So I only show what’s on the surface. When I met you, you did the same Maybe we’re two peas in a pod. You told me you’d given up on love, Speaking as if you’re void of feelings. When...

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Into the morning light I rise, a reluctant soldier clad in skin, hair a tangle map of sleepless nights, the ghost of yesterday weighs within. Eyebrows, half-plucked reminders of a time when self-care felt like a dance, now a chore - a forgotten ritual, each brushstroke of make-up, a heavy sigh. I force a smile, an actress in my own play, lucky if the...

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She is a door creaking with the burden of secrets, he, a latch turned halfway to the outside world. Where she hides tempests, he guards stillness, yet when they come together, there’s a wordless connection: the unlocking of something hidden, neither complete until the other shifts. ...

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I walk with my darkest shadows through vile valley. All I have is this constant disheartening worry. Help me! Help me I’m drowning with a melancholic cry. No one even bothered to investigate my despairing direction. So, I decided to drown and radiant my hopeless depression. The water is cutting my glossy skin ever so slightly however it’s nothing compared...

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