#exposed poems on Hello Poetry

Stella Jun 2018

I’m just a kid
A kid who was exposed to reality
Way too early
I’m just a kid who had responsibility ****** upon them
Way too quickly
I’m just a kid who had to figured out how to deal with actuality
Way too soon
A kid who doesn’t fear death
A kid who doesn’t doesn’t bat an eye at shootings
A kid who is lost
And can’t find their way back to a safe place,
That’s who I am.
And it not my fault.
It not my fault I’m fascinated with death
It’s not my fault I’m morbid
It’s not my fault that I’ve become emotionless.
So quit making it out that I’m the problem.
The real problem,
Is the messed up world we live in.

Yeah... ok. I hope you like it. Thanks for reading.

#kid #exposed #sad

Flame Apr 2018

Exposed

You sliced through the seven layers of skin on my chest,
Smoothly,
You cracked my ribs,
Gently.
Blood spurted out,
You absorbed it,
Kindly.

The whole time,
I surrendered to you,
In awe,
And thought to myself,
"How am I not in pain?"

When you finally found my heart,
Raw and bare,
Offering itself to you,
Desperately,
You left,
Masterfully rejecting,
What you so intentionally earned.

At first I was numb,
But now it's worn off,
And I inescapably feel,
Every ounce of pain,
You inflicted,
To open me up.

So here's the question:
Do I leave my heart here,
Or do I sew myself up?

#raw #exposed #open #pain #heartbreak

MfP Apr 2018

Stripped down

Naked
As I lay here
With nothing left
Naked
For the whole world to see
My walls stripped down
Exposed
My innocence crumbling to my feet
Naive
To what this will bring
Uncomfortable with the thought
Of never being the same
Inspired by the idea
That this shame
Of being transparent
Of being completely naked
For all the world to see
People might begin to see me
They might begin to see
That the reason this river runs down my face
Is from the many times my trust has been misplaced
That the reason my hands shake
Is from the thought of every mistake
That the reason my walls were built so high
Was because I was too afraid of hearing these lies
The lies of many who have barged into my life
Telling me there here to stay
Telling me it’s bright as day
When all I was in was darkness
But as I stand here naked
I am proud of my uniqueness
I am proud of how I got here
I am proud of who I am
m.f.p

#exposed #naked #lost #foind #innocence #nothing #alone #proud #naive #struggle

Mohamed Nasir Mar 2018

I'm Ice

I'm ice

I melt in the face

of catastrophe

I melt in the polar

of calamity

of treasures I hide

chastity *****

by avarice

in a warming globe

I'm ice

the suffering ice.

Scientist report ice is melting at an alarming rate in the Arctic region due to heat waves from the Arctic ocean. It records the lowest maximum on March 17 of this year. The lost ice covers an area the size of Texas and California combined. They fear of easy accessibility to oil and minerals hidden beneath the area.

#polar #ice #melting #exposed #fear #land #***** #greed

Mary-Rose H Mar 2018

My Mountains

I don't travel much,
but when I do,
the absence of
omnipresent,
immovable
mountain ranges
always
disturbs
me.
I miss the
calming, cool blues and greens
that frame
my world,
and feel
e x p o s e d
without them.
But they welcome me
home
with
a sure embrace
each time.

#mountains #travel #home #embrace #arms #calm #world #exposed

Baylee Beausoleil Mar 2018

Naked

I became exposed
the moment we met,

though I still encourage
you to undress me.

#love #lust #exposed #attraction

awknight Mar 2018

Elusive

Running from the
chipped paint and
peeling wallpaper.
The exposure.
The naked vulnerability.
Chasing dreams
that scare me
only to find grounding
in fear.

The dripping faucet
was acid on my skin
in streams down my face.
A feeling of warmth
that burned.
Scarred.
A sudden change.
Please, not again.

The ceiling caves in —

I can never show anything
but the reflection of a life
that is broken.
No matter how the claws
shred me
from underneath my
own skin…

Trapped in escape.

who knows what this pile of **** is -- it just happens sometimes

#scared #fear #love #exposed #naked #acid #streams #scarred #sacred #warmth

Jessie Schwartz Feb 2018

The Poet's Soul

The Poet’s Soul…by Jessie 12/05

The poem is the poet’s soul
Deepest, darkest thoughts
Vulnerable and exposed
Expressions, like tasted wine
Sipped and swirled
Bouquets of overpowering aromas
Fruity, nutty flavors
Then spit onto the opaque page
Pallet cleansed, a release of tormented visions let go
Let go for now, but captured for eternity
For those still to come
For those willing to explore and satiate their cravings to know
There are those, content with the time a clock tells
Look close, for a clock is more than the time
Delicate mechanisms, intricate and complex
See past the surface, there is a world deep below
The poem is the staircase leading down

#poet #soul #exposed #page #thoughts