Best Insecurities Poems
My insecurities, taunting me
With the s i l e n t treatment, enoughs
Stirring up doubt inside, where
I hide all the loose ends, the frailties
Little uncertainties, haunting me
With the assumptions, the assurance
I’m not good enough, never
Good enough – wise enough,
Kind enough – bright enough
Never will be sure enough
Can’t imagine being pure enough
No, I know I’ll never be enough
I know I’m not enough,
But, still I want the joy, the love
That comes from sharing my life
Without someone I love,
Someone who will understand,
The wonder of a friend,
The tenderness of a man,
It must be God’s plan…
Because He gave me someone to love
Someone who is sure, makes me feel secure,
Comforts and encourages, soothes away
My doubts, the darkness, the past –
Lifts me out of the clouds that blot out
My dreams, my faith, my hope
He quiets ever tear, all the fear
With the promise that He is here
Always, throughout it all, through every year…
My knight in shining armor – and, I love him so – love him so much more
Cages were not built for trying to hold onto a love you fear to lose
No matter how pretty they maybe covered gold and decorated leaves
Shining bright in filigree from within
Nobody wants to be locked up in a cage
So set them free and watch them fly again
And you will marvel at their beauty and their grace
And wherever they go and whatever they do
They'll come back to you
Because you allowed them to be free
Set aside your own insecurities
You let them explore everything that's out there
Let them open new doors they've never been through before
And if you told them they are are wanted and always welcomed
Right back here at home
They will always return
Because you gave them what you yearned
Their freedom from the cage.
In the world of today girls feel the need to sexualize themselves.
Social validation is more important to them than personal values, family, and getting good grades.
Makeup and skincare can be found in their online shopping carts—
replacing Christmas wish lists
along with clothes that are two sizes too big or two sizes too small.
They get so anxious when they can’t find their makeup
that they hyperfixate on their hair and clothes and pray that their face wont receive as much attention.
Their crooked teeth and hairy legs start to feel like defects that are yet to be fixed.
They let their old interests sit in boxes and collect dust in the attic because they’ve been peer-pressured into believing that they’re childish and uncool—
just like they were convinced that food was bad
and teaming up with their own bodies to fatten them
and make them too big to fit in their own minds.
In the world of today, some cant afford to buy food.
And those who can often wish they didn't need it,
because they can also afford screens,
and they can afford to spend all the time they’re not working
getting addicted to the digital drugs we’ve convinced ourselves are not the problem.
Because nothing is ever a problem—
not to those with cool vacation pictures and straight A’s.
Nothing is ever a problem
for those whose perfect teeth and smile serve to display their picture-perfect lives.
In the world of today, life starts being difficult at age fourteen.
I am a dare-dreamer, a mask wearer
a soul bare-r (but not always my own); a word-weaver.
I pull at thoughts like strings. Strings of cobwebs
and cirrus, frayed dungarees and threadbare memories
until I warp and weft strings of thoughts into poems.
Sometimes I get caught in my own knots—
I cut myself loose of those naughty strings.
I hold onto kite strings… oh, and rainbows strings.
They connect my soles to the realm of my soul,
but at times, I lose sight of my kites in the gale.
Was I irresponsible with responsibility for my strings?
I think thoughts need to get lost in clouds and wind;
lost in clouds and wind to find the eye-of-the-storm
where I rescue kites and make a poetry page my stage
and my arena. I twine strings into a heavyweight rope.
Fasten it to four corners of the contest page. I enter,
incognito, with Apollo imagery and Dionysus metaphor;
a masked prize-fighter filled with creative pangst.
I grin for wins in poesy masquerade parades
but when I fail, strings break off of my drama mask.
Revealed but unrecognized, am I just a fractured rainbow?
My inner balcony critic reprimands:
“sunlight through raindrops must be flawless
to create flawless strings of prismatic color”!
Alas, lack of refraction left white words non prismatic.
I restring my tragedy mask; the ego sphere of a versateer.
I create poetry because I love to pluck things;
pluck things like harp strings and heartstrings.
If I no longer make readers cry, will pen cred be lost?
Don’t think I won’t pluck nightshade petals, fly wings
and cello strings to make you feel my tormentia!
I’ll quiver the lips of lost-in-loss verse. Coax your soul
to sip the pale ale of sorrow —as scents of strawberries
scald your skin. I’m not unhappy to gratify your senses.
I loop a maverick string whirl it and throw—
lasso a funhouse mirror and rein it in.
Imagination dances on stilts in looney glass gaze.
I use my muse strings to hang mirrors and I ask;
who’s the puppeteer and who’s the marionette—
the poet or the reader?
Is It Me?
Is it me, you’re looking for?
Or a love you had once before?
Is it me, or another?
Do you love me like no other?
Is it me, my darling love?
Am I your true love?
When your eyes close,
do you think of me?
Is it me, those lovely eyes see?
When you hold me tight,
Is it me you want, all through the night?
Is it me you love endlessly?
Is it me my darling?
Please answer me.
(poem version/unedited - first look at my future writing projects)
Doors will open soon
Love is a hidden treasure
Doors will close...oh joy!
Ascend, self-esteem!
Lift me higher than the clouds
The clouds overhead
Hey? Give me your all!
Hit me with your best shot, man - - -
We need to stand tall!
The clouds overhead
Shed droplets of blue lament . . .
Sunshine's near, pour clouds!
~!@#$%^&*()_++_)(*&^%$#@!~
Sunshine's near, pour clouds!
Relieve gloom of Yesterday's tomorrow
Cheer up, whiten up! Relieve the gloom of our sorrow...
Cheer up, lighten up! There's more hope to borrow
Let the sun rays warm your soul . . .
Disconsolate clouds
My self-esteem's low
Who ruined my self-esteem? Oh...
No! It can't be you!
Is it you?
Disconsolate clouds
Why do you weep bitterly?
Do you need a FRIEND?....
Why do I feel blue?
Arise like the sunrise, please?
Have high hopes with me!!
Do you need a friend for real?
Clothe you w-with hope, not sheer fear
Cheer up, brighten up!
Cheer up, listen up!
Elevate me with sheer cheer!
Grab the Rope of Hope========
Hey? I welcome you
No! Don't bid me a farewell !
You're good company!!
Good riddance, sorrow
Attitude of Gratitude . . .
Tomorrow draws near
You erased my fearz
I'm feelin' like I belong
Smile with sunlit glee with me!
Nobody's unbreakable here on this planet
So many times insecurity is our granite
We want to be happy but this disease traps us
And causes us to get upset and lose trust
We hurt the ones we care so much about
And fear in our life that love is without
We then apologize for the wrong we have done
Only to feel like we have been shun
We go to bed and cry ourself to sleep
Because we feel that rejection oh so deep
We just want to make things right again
So we hope our love will come back in the end
They think I'm beautiful, stuck up and all that
but really
I'm just a woman with insecurities
I'm just a humble servant of God
Trying to find her way
Learning the lessons of life
Praying about her personal issues every day
Nobody knows what I go through
You think you do
You so busy judging me
Whatever
I'll pray for you
Jesus is all I got
The devil want me to feel alone
but I know I'm not
This soulmate thing and anxiety I go through
Nobody really get it
But God
Every single day is a fight
From the time I wake up in the morning
Till the time I try to sleep at night
being an life path 11 empath is not easy
I'm still livin and
God is still with me
The question every broken being,
asks themselves...
Broken thoughts created by families
The families that sings
the verse blood is thicker than water louder than artist in a studio...
While they kick you with the strongest boots
Kicking you so hard,
it goes straight to your heart.
Then the heart breaks,trust fades.
Then one get lost,then hatreds quickly jumps in to fill the void trust created.
Then you find loving hard,
Cause you never knew how to love
You shut everyone out cause the fear of getting your broken heart destroyed is Theonly weakness you have...
The weakness that makes you feel not good enough.
Because you source of confidence was killed by the people you trusted with your
Life.
Opening your space is hard cause you're find yourself not fitting in cause all your life you were told you r not good enough...
Family destroys wat they think can be a treat not knowing it could be their way out
Don't be jealous of me
it really hurts my heart
be my friend, please
I desire not yours truly.
Stop, halt the sadness
put harsh faces in check
take a hold of gladness
keep the madness in the past.
I heard of friends leaving out the backdoor
when you come home from work through the front
I'm not like that, I have my dignity
I just like good men and wish I had one.
Many think I do, and
that may be true, but
if I can't feel the connection and bonding of true love
then its not there, or maybe
he don't want me to see it or know it.
So stop the crazies
get out, stay out of my face
I'm tired of the emotional trip
you women seem to be on.
For the last time I like men wit good qualities, but
I don't sleep with them
I may flirt, but I don't want them
I'm just attracted to it all.
I'm faithful to man
though I feel as unloved as a rotten squash
I may look like a female in distress, but rest assure
I'm not so much since I got a straight man
If you see some ants, you will
A) trample them under your feet
B) feed them with leftover sweet
C) turn them into a yum treat
D) watch them catwalk down the street
If you see mosquitoes, you'll
A) swat them away with your hand
B) give them blood as they command
C) guide them back to their marshland
D) listen to their jazzy band
If you see a spider, you'll
A) watch it knit silken cobweb
B) honour it like a celeb
C) squash it with your broomstick's web
D) let it live till time will ebb
If you see a worm, you will
A) watch it wriggle and squiggle
B) poke it with stick and giggle
C) let it be free to wiggle
D) flatten it, no more jiggle
If you see cockroaches, you'll
A) let them dine on your cooked food
B) fry them deep or have them stewed
C) order them out, being rude
D) kill them and their growing brood
11th Feb 2023
For Suzanne Delaney's "Multiple choice poem" contest
I don’t have the pretty face,
A defined body nor a shape.
Im a mess and i tend to hate,
my own self for goodness sake.
Its not healthy i do this,
quite often, on daily.
Someday i wish i could stop,
the hate i give to my body
she is way better than me,
a better face, a better teeth.
She has such a perfect day,
a perfect life, a perfect teen.
What do i need to be like her?
How much of surgeries?
Believe me i’ll have the money,
just as long i can be a barbie
what do i need to do, to have my life like she does?
what do i need to do, i’ll shed a skin if it’s a must.
all i wanted was a perfect life, be a perfect wife.
but all i got is an ugly face with an ugly shape.
take a look at her legs,
thin as how the toothpicks were made.
take a look at her skin,
far better than what i see.
she has the ideal weight,
the ideal hight, the ideal “fine”
all the boys run after her,
as i sit down by the curb.
so i guess, forever i will be stuck with these things in my life.
Forever it may seem, for me to have these ugly thighs.
Forever it may seem, for me to endure this pain.
But at least I’m okay.
Did it all matter, my tears on the broken toys, when I was 6?
On my fights with that other girl who was supposedly my worst enemy, when I was 8?
Did it all matter, those comparisons on height and weight, when I was 12?
All of the insecurities about the pimples on my face, when I was 15? Did it all matter?
All of those wasted tears on that guy, whose story we never really tell?
Tears rolled down so easily then, all those times that I now realize din't matter.. Why? Just, why don't those tears roll down now, when I know this matters, when I want to cry and let out the pain?
Why don't those tears just fall off and make me feel a little lighter?
Funny how, we've stopped asking for happiness, all we want is a little less pain
-Preethi??
A hermit without a shell is a
weak, pitiful creature.
It wonders alone for onlookers to
moisturise their naked skin with
empty tears.
They feel no shame when mocked
for their fetishized strife;
flagrantly flailing their flaking skin
to justify their tantrums.
The terror and turmoil that it sheds
plagues even those passingly amused.
Until we are all naked, afraid and alone.
I just keep faking it.
Smiling thinking I'm making it.
They all think I'm okay.
They all think I'm not insecure.
They don't know I'm dying inside.
The light they see through me,
Is not the same as i see through myself.
Even though I tell myself that I'm the most
beautiful girl on earth,
I know it ain't the truth, I'm just tryna hide
My insecurities from myself
My mind wanna explode everyday!
The depression and the pressure are
Gettin worser everyday.
Each day my insrcureness increases rapidly.
But i try to hide it by telling people that I'm
the most intelligent ,beautiful and successful girl
that God has ever created on earth.
I know they won't see my insrcureness
because i tell them one same lie
with a smile on my face everyday.