#weakness poems on Hello Poetry

Abbott J Hardison Jun 4

An outdated rule,
So many written by fools.
Once again,
A familiar attempt to suppress.
When power is weakly held,
Those who could claim it,
Are weakened.
Yet, no hand keeps down the spirit,
No chain nor cell.
What we long for,
We shall have.
In the face of desecration,
Flames must rise,
From the ashes of the Absolutarian.

Inspired by the works of Igor Vykhovanets, one of my favorite HP poets.
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#rules #suppression #absolutarian #weakness

The Poet's Progress Jun 2

His Weakness

Christ is my head
And heart and meekness.
I am His softest part:
I am His weakness,
His shortest length.

I am the *****
In His armor,
The weakest link
In the chain mail
That he favors
Lest it fail.

But His weakness
Is stronger
Than the strength
Of men.

Amen.

#jesus #christ #lord #god #almighty #strength #weakness #faith

Deona Spiteri May 13

The Blank Page

We were asked, "What are your strengths and weaknesses?"
I kept looking at the paper as if it was written in an ancient language.
I repeated the question in my head, I'll think of something, right?
Such a simple question, yet my mind was blank.

I could think of so many weaknesses, but so little strengths.
Were strengths something I had to excel at? Do I just lie?
I couldn't mention a strength, I didn't want to seem arrogant.
I couldn't mention a weakness either, so I wouldn't seem like an attention seeker!

It felt funny, I could mention the strengths of those around me,
When it came to myself I was just empty.
Time was fleeting, it was running out,
The more I thought about it, the worse it got.

I began thinking of all the stuff I was good at, or so I thought.
"No, no, no, no!" Why couldn't I think of anything? Was I just talentless?
Why was I so bad at everything?

Inspired by my English classroom lol 😭

#strengths #weakness #strengthweakness #englishclass #classroom #school #relatablepoetry #relatable

Steve Page Apr 24

Better

I just know I'm weak.
And now I know that
and that it's not that unusual,
I now know it better.
Like when you get to know
someone in your life better.
Like your dad - adult to adult
and you find words
that better describe him
and in describing,
you find understanding.
So it's like that.
And now that I know it better
(the weak bit),
I find that I can bear it
better
just like my dad before me.

First line from a podcast I was listening to. The rest came much too easily.

#weakness #strength #honesty #father #son

Izan Almira Apr 14

Bullet

It pierced me with a loud blast,
demolishing the barricades I had built around my
heart made of glass.

It swept in through my weakest spot,
and tore down the walls I had built around myself.
After a few weeks, I stopped feeling the ache
but the hole the bullet left was relentless;
an unfading scar.

One of my best poems EVER. It's old but I still love it. I came up with it when I was like 13 at like 3am.

#bullet #weakness #hurt #pain

Sanama Mar 13

A Mask like nothing.

In public,
I wear it well —
A mask of smiles,
Words sharp and light,
Jokes like armor,
Eyes that never seem to waver.

You see the me I've crafted —
But not the pain,
Not the struggles,
Not the tears,
Not the humiliations I've endured.

All of it — covered, hidden by:
Persona, protege me ab ulterius hominibus qui de me ridebant, semel ostendi infirmitatem meam, et ideo omnes non solum curaverunt, sed etiam me contumeliis affecerunt.

But with the mask,
All seems like fine, smooth glass —
Perfect, flawless,
Untouched.

Yet beneath that glass,
Cracks grow deeper,
Thin lines of truth,
Splitting under pressure.

Waiting for the moment
It all will break —
And when it breaks,
Will they see me?
Or just the shattered pieces?
Will they reach out,
Or step on the shards?
Will I be free,
Or filled with insults of my weakness?

And so, I wear the mask.

I hide it like an art — like a brush of paint, covering every crack and shadow. A mask painted in smiles and light words, hiding the pain and weakness beneath.

#pain #secret #art #hiddenpain #weakness #strenght #emotionalstruggle #loneliness

Gideon Mar 8

56/6 "The Cancer"

It spreads through her like the cancer in her bones.
It takes her strength, but supports her weakness.
She tries to **** it with therapies and medicine,
but it grew back stronger every time. It is her.
A part of her she couldn’t cut out or off.
It is killing her and hurting those around her.

#cancer #abuse #weakness #bones

neth jones Feb 12

exposure . . .

im so tired   and poisonous   and old
where do i go  my heart stuffed with this dry darkness ?
   with my aches   and my revealing pained impressions ?
death via exposure  would be timely
with the short days   and straining snow   and thick winds
   i could step out   and follow their tugs and ropes north
                                        doff my gear and 'take a walk'

#exposure #death #age #winter #weakness #poison

Immortality Jan 25

blue

i failed,
please don't hate me.

tears fall,
nose aches,
throat burns.

hands tremble,
heart clenched,
lost in this ache.

my love can't defy you,
my weakness.

before the mirror,
"I'll make them proud,"
murmurs to my heart.

i failed,
please don't hate me.

the feeling when you fail your loved ones— for me, my parents, and for you, others— when you see the stars in their eyes and realize that you've stolen their shine.

#failure #vulnerability #selfdoubt #tears #heartache #weakness #reflection #love #acceptance #internal