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Finding My Ego
adagio
Forum Posts: 612
Tyrant of Words
5
Joined 15th Jan 2019Forum Posts: 612
Poetry Contest Description
Non erotic, 10 lines or less,
Not for the comp.
Finding My Ego
Finding self among woolsy in the pelts of twilight
listening to the echoes of the coyote where the
crickets bow hungering for the flesh of broken-down
old poets dismembering the dawn with another
coyote song lighting the inferno with another
cigarette and a bottle of tequila
Finding My Ego
Finding self among woolsy in the pelts of twilight
listening to the echoes of the coyote where the
crickets bow hungering for the flesh of broken-down
old poets dismembering the dawn with another
coyote song lighting the inferno with another
cigarette and a bottle of tequila
olliec
Oliver Cocks
Joined 15th Oct 2023
Forum Posts: 10
Oliver Cocks
Lost Thinker
Forum Posts: 10
Ego Found
I sought you, looked for you
in strange places, while I decayed
My ego
The wholeness of my self
The fullness of my being
And now, I stride, and sing,
and gaze, chuffed, at mirrors
in strange places, while I decayed
My ego
The wholeness of my self
The fullness of my being
And now, I stride, and sing,
and gaze, chuffed, at mirrors
Written by olliec
(Oliver Cocks)
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PAR
PAULO ACACIO RAMOS
Forum Posts: 308
PAULO ACACIO RAMOS
Dangerous Mind
20
Joined 26th May 2022Forum Posts: 308
Underwater Hug
I see my ego, bold and wild,
getting involved with the world, deceived.
He boasts and brags,
feeds on praise, under the spotlight,
longs and remains.
With each triumph, his stature grows.
A cycle that flows infinitely.
Yet in the mirror I realize,
the fragile core that cannot deceive.
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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wallyroo92
Forum Posts: 1871
Tyrant of Words
154
Joined 11th July 2012Forum Posts: 1871
Late November
In late November the freezing cold rain remembers
To wash away the dirt and erode the past
So when the fractures in the pavement are watered
They can still grow weeds and flowers
And there, in between imagination and dream
The harshness of reality finally sets in
That amidst the ugly truths and pretty fantasies
I am reminded
I am broken, mended and healing
To wash away the dirt and erode the past
So when the fractures in the pavement are watered
They can still grow weeds and flowers
And there, in between imagination and dream
The harshness of reality finally sets in
That amidst the ugly truths and pretty fantasies
I am reminded
I am broken, mended and healing
Written by wallyroo92
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eswaller
Forum Posts: 763
Dangerous Mind
31
Joined 22nd Dec 2015Forum Posts: 763
Finding My Ego
My ego was broken into little fragments
And pieces. How was I even able to find it?
It is only when I started walking again that
Maybe I could find some peace with never
Trying to find my ego again. You walked all
Over my ego and you get to keep it. My pride
Was too wounded to try to reclaim it.
And pieces. How was I even able to find it?
It is only when I started walking again that
Maybe I could find some peace with never
Trying to find my ego again. You walked all
Over my ego and you get to keep it. My pride
Was too wounded to try to reclaim it.
Written by eswaller
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MySmile
Besma
Joined 22nd Dec 2022
Forum Posts: 27
Besma
Thought Provoker
Forum Posts: 27
On Life Journey I Keep Trying
Along with my ego side by side walking
Not ego driven on life journey I keep trying
Carried away by its powers soul losing
A risk of the infection of perfection attaining
A beauty in disguise my self I keep reminding
A challenging inner struggle worth leading
Delving into ego complexities soul transforming
In rivers of inner harmony how I long bathing
Not ego driven on life journey I keep trying
Carried away by its powers soul losing
A risk of the infection of perfection attaining
A beauty in disguise my self I keep reminding
A challenging inner struggle worth leading
Delving into ego complexities soul transforming
In rivers of inner harmony how I long bathing
Written by MySmile
(Besma)
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BeautifulDisaster7
BreAnna Rickard
Joined 6th Sep 2023
Forum Posts: 2
BreAnna Rickard
Strange Creature
Forum Posts: 2
The Unveiling of the Ego’s Awakening
Within the chamber of my unspoken soul,
I meet the specter of myself, whole.
A phantom of pride,
both brittle and vast,
A mirror of echoes from futures and past.
It wears my face, yet it feels so estranged,
A mask I have cherished, though always unchanged.
What is this shadow I’ve called my own,
A throne built on fears I’ve never outgrown?
To find my ego is to let it unfold,
A tempest of ashes birthing something bold.
I meet the specter of myself, whole.
A phantom of pride,
both brittle and vast,
A mirror of echoes from futures and past.
It wears my face, yet it feels so estranged,
A mask I have cherished, though always unchanged.
What is this shadow I’ve called my own,
A throne built on fears I’ve never outgrown?
To find my ego is to let it unfold,
A tempest of ashes birthing something bold.
Written by BeautifulDisaster7
(BreAnna Rickard)
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