Vulnerability Poems

ARTIST : 3 - verse

contemporary Persian ancient 
blending intro-imagery with peach
                                    vulnerability            
identity

Feel your feelings

do not fear appearing vulnerable
don't fret the inevitable highs and lows
~ set free your inner child


Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: Honorable Mention 2025

The silence between the words

I love the silence between words, because when I’m talking to her,
every time she stutters, my heartbeat waits for her words to make me alive again.
Every time she looks at me, I think that maybe she’s the one.
Every time I confess my love for her, her silence between the words makes me feel important.

Was she

I sure so like to cry

i taste my tears 
i shake my head 
scream and shout 
someone please shut the noise out.
YEAH! that's how i feel
but not for your eyes 
it's some kind of vulnerability
that I don't even like
I kick and wrap my arms around me all so tight
sometimes I need to feel
but not for your eyes

Crabs

a crab sheds his shell 
          vulnerable for six weeks
a new shell appears

stronger than ever
     he struts across the beach sand
less vulnerable

Anatomy of Silence

After poem for "How Do I Love Thee?" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning


I offered you trust, an open door without locks, My heart lay exposed, vulnerable on the rocks.

You entered with a grin, words sweet as honey, But your exhale was ice, your caress felt phony.

You spoke of my glow, then left me in the dark,

Boys Don’t Break -But I Did-

They say boys don’t cry.
They say it like a promise.
Like strength is stitched in our skin at birth
and weakness is something
you have to unzip your chest to find.

I was eight
when I learned that sadness had a gender.
That girls get tissues,
and boys get told to “tough it out.”

That scraped knees get band-aids,
but broken hearts?
Those just get

Pale Porcelain

Clad in bright white sapphire
Millions crawl, the exhausted lay to admire
Within its swelling eye thousands desire
At the back I lie, waiting to expire
Scratching the walls without respire
I danced into crossfire
With a soul which yearns to retire
Lips littered with satire
A heart prosecuted to hellfire
Still, my porcelain surface shone as if a luminaire 
Slowly the winds fill

The Bleeding That Love Demands

Love takes pain—
it bleeds you long before it dries you out.
Only those with blood to spare survive it.
It takes so much to live through that bleeding.

A needle—
that’s all it takes.
Love finds an infinite number of them.
Like thorns beneath rose petals,
it hides in beauty and pierces without warning.

It won’t ever leave you alone
until it drains your

Too Much for Just a Friend

Maybe I was too much—
too loud in a world that whispers,
too present where absence feels safer,
too eager where waiting kills quietly.

Maybe I sent the first message
because silence scared me more,
because every ‘seen’ without reply
felt like a door slowly closing on my chest.

Maybe I asked too many questions—
not because I doubted,
but because I needed to know
if

Rain and Snake

I crawl through darkness —
small, scared,
biting at shadows
to keep my life,
to keep my fear away.

I hold my breath,
keep still,
hiding trembling beneath the strike,
trying not to break,
trying not to pour my heart out.

Everyone sees the fight —
the flash of scales,
the flicker of anger —
but no one sees the fear
that claws beneath the surface,
the quiet battle I

If We Begin Again

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

Seedling

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

A Designed Constructed System

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

Smuggler's Boat

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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