Insecurity Poems
Navigating Insecurity Safely
by Christen Kuikoua
Embrace your insecurities with grace,
Yet, don't let them dictate your pace.
They're shadows that may come and go,
But never allow them to diminish your glow.
It's fine not always to be on the peak,
Cool and collected, a demeanor unique.
Value the journey, not just the goal,
Secure your insecurities, make them your soul.
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Crush on a Roommate
by Prm S
I see him come in, after our dinner with a smirk in his face,
looking at you, as a tool, he will soon abase,
annoyed with his untimely presence, I grin with haste,
while he stares at your chest, even while untying his shoelace,
You hug him in front of me, dreamy and bright,
Showing him to your room, excited for the night
My sunken heart can't deal with this plight,
I probably won't be sleeping as well tonight,
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Pearl Of The Night
by Shreeja Banerjee
A maiden gazed upon the glass,
A vision of herself, alas.
Her eyes, like diamonds, sparkled bright,
Reflecting back a wondrous sight.
Her tears, like pearls, began to fall,
A precious sight, both grand and small.
Her beauty shone, a moon above,
A pearl of night, a symbol of love.
Why, maiden, art thou so unkind,
To judge thyself, so harsh of mind?
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Liberosis
by Yareli Rodriguez
If only I didn’t care.
I didn’t care how my hair looked that day, how clear my skin was, how bloated I was, how white my teeth looked, how puffy my cheeks were or how dark my eye bags looked.
If only I didn’t care if what I wore looked nice, if my pants made my bottom look good, if my shirt made me look fat, if my backpack looked cheap, if my shoes looked clean and new, if my jewelry didn’t look tacky, or if my glasses sat right on my nose.
If only I didn’t care when my laugh was too loud, when I talked too much or too little, when I said something weird, when I was awkward, when I said something embarrassing, when I walked weird or when no one cared what I said.
I didn’t care if people looked at me weird, mocked me, if they thought I was annoying, thought I was easy, thought I was crazy, thought I was smart, thought I was dumb, thought I was boring or too much
If only I didn’t care I had no skill, didn’t know how to play an instrument, or sing, or play a sport, or be good at word games, or board games, or video games, or organizing, or drawing, or crafting, or how I can’t ride a bike or whistle.
If only I didn’t care.
Just be free.
Not care.
Not care about tomorrow.
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Earnest Hesitation
by Prm S
What's wrong? She asked...
and then there was a long silence...
"nothing," he said...
between 20,000 thoughts he was fighting instead,
For he had been waiting for a reply...
for her to say "I love you too"...
but, there she stood unaware...
that her silence has opened up 20,000 insecurities of the man ahead...
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The child within me
by Mario Odekerken
The child within me
does not ask for much-
a patch of sunlight,
a question answered with honesty,
a hand held without reason.
She laughs at shadows
and speaks to birds,
not to be clever,
but because they listen.
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De bescheidenheid van onzekerheid
by Mario Odekerken
Ze klopt niet luid aan,
komt binnen als een schaduw in de ochtend.
Zegt niets,
maar laat alles wankelen.
Onzekerheid vraagt niet om aandacht,
ze buigt haar hoofd
en blijft aan je zijde hangen
als een adem die je niet kunt vangen.
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Wazig zicht
by Mario Odekerken
Wazig zicht.
De wereld vervaagt,
lijnen smelten samen,
kleuren vloeien door elkaar.
Ik knipper,
maar helderheid blijft uit.
Een waas die blijft hangen,
tussen mij en wat was.
Palatable unpalatability
by Tobias Winters
Are my thoughts too loud,
Does the breeze of my breath graze your skin in the heat of summer?
And my hands cling too tightly that your palms sweat,
And you count the seconds until I notice?
Do my words come out staggered and awkward-
Far apart and yet too close,
And do I linger far too long for hands held too stiff for an applause? [one that won’t occur]
Do you like me kinder, sweeter and quiet?
Am I preferred to lie in the heat of battle,
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Pearl Of The Night
by Shreeja Banerjee
A maiden gazed upon the glass,
A vision of herself, alas.
Her eyes, like diamonds, sparkled bright,
Reflecting back a wondrous sight.
Her tears, like pearls, began to fall,
A precious sight, both grand and small.
Her beauty shone, a moon above,
A pearl of night, a symbol of love.
Why, maiden, art thou so unkind,
To judge thyself, so harsh of mind?
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