Popular Self Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
I'll dedicate it to you...
I'm cumming on a piece of paper
With a blue-eyed bouquet of words
I'm cumming! And in this orgasm...
I break off my shackles
For all those who didn't get it
Who didn't dare to perceive themselves
I not once, but twice, and...
To boldly give myself
I just want this continuous orgasm
Exhausted, wet, sticky
And all smeared with ecstasy
Poured out on the sheet
And I can't restrain myself
Nymphomaniac craving for poetry
Grabbing the ink from the shelf again,
I... I'll dedicate it to you!
With a blue-eyed bouquet of words
I'm cumming! And in this orgasm...
I break off my shackles
For all those who didn't get it
Who didn't dare to perceive themselves
I not once, but twice, and...
To boldly give myself
I just want this continuous orgasm
Exhausted, wet, sticky
And all smeared with ecstasy
Poured out on the sheet
And I can't restrain myself
Nymphomaniac craving for poetry
Grabbing the ink from the shelf again,
I... I'll dedicate it to you!
#WritingPoetry
#orgasm
233 reads
55 Comments
... Like I don't know you...
I just want to be handled roughly!
After all, I am a pleaser at heart...
Fuck me like I don't know you.
Forget your feelings, toss them away!
And awaken vice! Dark fantasies...
Your forbidden thoughts about me.
Become lustfully rude! Angry.
The heart is "off" for many hours.
There is no antidote but this...
Fuck me like you don't love me yet!
Whip my body, to drink my essence,
Squeeze, tear, spank, and bite.
Crying, screams, to streams – mascara!
Make me beg for it, to stop, to continue...
Fuck me like you hate...
After all, I am a pleaser at heart...
Fuck me like I don't know you.
Forget your feelings, toss them away!
And awaken vice! Dark fantasies...
Your forbidden thoughts about me.
Become lustfully rude! Angry.
The heart is "off" for many hours.
There is no antidote but this...
Fuck me like you don't love me yet!
Whip my body, to drink my essence,
Squeeze, tear, spank, and bite.
Crying, screams, to streams – mascara!
Make me beg for it, to stop, to continue...
Fuck me like you hate...
#anger
#hate
#sex
#BDSM
#orgasm
231 reads
42 Comments
A deal with nothing less
These are the days, love—
the blissful, beating days
slashing through the house
shattering the barren stairs
up to husbands, brothers
children, filling the hollows
in rooms, in hearts
oh, those sleeping Gods
in heavy beds, how they pray
into the corners of a silent hearth.
These are the days love—
the crashing, hurricane days
ravishing me at the root
ripping cobwebs from a chest
that dance way down
in the Marie Celeste
crushing rubble
into an open...
the blissful, beating days
slashing through the house
shattering the barren stairs
up to husbands, brothers
children, filling the hollows
in rooms, in hearts
oh, those sleeping Gods
in heavy beds, how they pray
into the corners of a silent hearth.
These are the days love—
the crashing, hurricane days
ravishing me at the root
ripping cobwebs from a chest
that dance way down
in the Marie Celeste
crushing rubble
into an open...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
200 reads
27 Comments
Yeah, I Could but I’m Not
My sister lives in Cali
Constantly trying to keep up
By all appearances
She has the perfect face and body
Sends me selfies all the time
Questioning if she looks sexy
Be yourself
I swear, if I say it one more time
I'm going to have to make it a trademark
Her response is always the same
I can't, I live in LA
I cannot
For the life of me
Understand why anyone
Would live their life
Under such immense pressure
I could get...
Constantly trying to keep up
By all appearances
She has the perfect face and body
Sends me selfies all the time
Questioning if she looks sexy
Be yourself
I swear, if I say it one more time
I'm going to have to make it a trademark
Her response is always the same
I can't, I live in LA
I cannot
For the life of me
Understand why anyone
Would live their life
Under such immense pressure
I could get...
#happiness
#SelfWorth
146 reads
26 Comments
Presumably
You think you know me
You can tell
What I want
Need
You got me
I used to think
That was everything
Until I realized
That in all your knowledge
You have zero
You don’t hear me
You give me
What you need me to have
What gives you satisfaction
Your savior complex
Drives you to do for me
I got that covered
If you really knew me
You would understand
That what I need
What I want ...
You can tell
What I want
Need
You got me
I used to think
That was everything
Until I realized
That in all your knowledge
You have zero
You don’t hear me
You give me
What you need me to have
What gives you satisfaction
Your savior complex
Drives you to do for me
I got that covered
If you really knew me
You would understand
That what I need
What I want ...
#forgiveness
#TimeHeals
#myself
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
110 reads
28 Comments
Rhyme ?
I’m your queen
Not mean
Most of the time
Unless drinking vodka and lime
My Rhyme sucks
I don’t give 2 fucks
You're cute
And astute
Give me a prayer
I promise to pull your hair
It will be fun
I don’t carry a gun
I’m smart not dumb
Your beautiful hair … no gum
Not mean
Most of the time
Unless drinking vodka and lime
My Rhyme sucks
I don’t give 2 fucks
You're cute
And astute
Give me a prayer
I promise to pull your hair
It will be fun
I don’t carry a gun
I’m smart not dumb
Your beautiful hair … no gum
#WritingPoetry
#CharlesBukowski
#pagan
#StreamOfConsciousness
#EECummings
109 reads
33 Comments
Poetry Mojo
it's been over 5 years
that poetry left me
my muse died
i tried to write
closed my eyes
let words pass by
silence inside
no assonance
consonance
or alliteration
zero inspiration
so frustrating
on my laptop
lots of pieces
different topics
all over the place
shattered words
segmented verses
shadows of what was
where is my poetry mojo?
that poetry left me
my muse died
i tried to write
closed my eyes
let words pass by
silence inside
no assonance
consonance
or alliteration
zero inspiration
so frustrating
on my laptop
lots of pieces
different topics
all over the place
shattered words
segmented verses
shadows of what was
where is my poetry mojo?
#WritersBlock
149 reads
20 Comments
Wealthy in the Ways that Matter
Yeah, so…
By everyone else’s standards
I’m pretty much broke
I haven’t held a job since 1996
Health problems qualified me
To live off the government
I worked from the moment I could
Until the moment I couldn’t
I was twenty-eight years old
When I stopped being a workaholic
And began adjusting to life with less
It took quite a while
It wasn’t pretty
I don’t own a car
I rarely travel
I live in a rent controlled apartment
Budgeting is more than a necessity
I’ve learned to be comfortable ...
By everyone else’s standards
I’m pretty much broke
I haven’t held a job since 1996
Health problems qualified me
To live off the government
I worked from the moment I could
Until the moment I couldn’t
I was twenty-eight years old
When I stopped being a workaholic
And began adjusting to life with less
It took quite a while
It wasn’t pretty
I don’t own a car
I rarely travel
I live in a rent controlled apartment
Budgeting is more than a necessity
I’ve learned to be comfortable ...
#happiness
#money
#SelfWorth
132 reads
24 Comments
I’m the Girl
I’m the girl who can’t remember her past and who no longer works overtime to get it back
The girl that was grown when she was too young and who is young now that she’s grown
The girl who feels guilty for the breakups she didn’t handle well but realizes she wasn’t equipped at the time to do anything different
The girl who gives everyone the benefit of the doubt and is finally learning to do the same for herself
The girl who sometimes can’t put her finger on what’s wrong in a tangible way but knows there’s still work to be done ...
The girl that was grown when she was too young and who is young now that she’s grown
The girl who feels guilty for the breakups she didn’t handle well but realizes she wasn’t equipped at the time to do anything different
The girl who gives everyone the benefit of the doubt and is finally learning to do the same for herself
The girl who sometimes can’t put her finger on what’s wrong in a tangible way but knows there’s still work to be done ...
#confessional
#SelfReflection
113 reads
23 Comments
Collage #2 - Outsider Looking In
I was always on the outside
Looking in
Wasn’t much I wanted in there
Loner type
Like the song by Bob Dylan
Off the album BLONDE ON BLONDE
“Just Like a Woman”
The line … ‘I can’t fit”
So Art called
I jumped in
Many years later I remain
A movement for outside artists
Platform to stand tall
Malcontents, nonconformists, freaks
It’s like your warm embrace
Finally… I fit
Looking in
Wasn’t much I wanted in there
Loner type
Like the song by Bob Dylan
Off the album BLONDE ON BLONDE
“Just Like a Woman”
The line … ‘I can’t fit”
So Art called
I jumped in
Many years later I remain
A movement for outside artists
Platform to stand tall
Malcontents, nonconformists, freaks
It’s like your warm embrace
Finally… I fit
#courage
#inspirational
#LifeCycle
#art
#passion
97 reads
26 Comments
On watching animated films on a strange and silent afternoon
I am looking at Pinocchio fold
into piles of pine. Watching
the joints slide backwards
until the lie takes over
and gravity becomes a cold bed
in which to lay the bones down.
I think of my own body
splintering in what can’t be seen.
How this day comes and there
is nothing, but a dark whale
and the tenacity to escape.
Did anybody tell him
years later, in his trauma,
that it is better to be made of wood
than to eternally be made of stone.
I am looking at Pinocchio...
into piles of pine. Watching
the joints slide backwards
until the lie takes over
and gravity becomes a cold bed
in which to lay the bones down.
I think of my own body
splintering in what can’t be seen.
How this day comes and there
is nothing, but a dark whale
and the tenacity to escape.
Did anybody tell him
years later, in his trauma,
that it is better to be made of wood
than to eternally be made of stone.
I am looking at Pinocchio...
#women
#MovingOn
#acceptance #DomesticViolence
#acceptance #DomesticViolence
127 reads
9 Comments
Resilient Bloom
In fields of sorrow, a lone flower weeps,
Petals hanging heavy, with secrets to keep.
Its vibrant colors muted, by the weight of despair,
A reminder of beauty lost, beyond repair.
Each petal a tear, shed in silent grief,
A symbol of love that fades like a leaf.
Bent beneath unspoken, heavy strain,
The flower wilts, its spirit drained.
In sorrow's grasp, its spirit true,
Unyielding strength, in all it knew.
Through trials and tears, in the gloom,
A guiding light, a resilient bloom.
Petals hanging heavy, with secrets to keep.
Its vibrant colors muted, by the weight of despair,
A reminder of beauty lost, beyond repair.
Each petal a tear, shed in silent grief,
A symbol of love that fades like a leaf.
Bent beneath unspoken, heavy strain,
The flower wilts, its spirit drained.
In sorrow's grasp, its spirit true,
Unyielding strength, in all it knew.
Through trials and tears, in the gloom,
A guiding light, a resilient bloom.
#sadness
#hope
#flowers
#nature
#emptiness
135 reads
12 Comments
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