Poems About Self Worth Published by Members Recently Online
#SelfWorth
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 12:39pm
31st Dec 2024 12:39pm
Deeper Underground I Go
I can’t count the number
of poems I’ve expelled
beyond the busted seams
of experience
As if those seams could keep
the poems from my voice
How many emotions
were galactic tapestries
unraveling from a solar plexus
storing so many lives
How many verses reflect
the present
versus the ghosts
of a former century
And yet,
deeper underground
I go
The trick to navigating
the bowels of the beast
is not succumbing
to illusion over...
of poems I’ve expelled
beyond the busted seams
of experience
As if those seams could keep
the poems from my voice
How many emotions
were galactic tapestries
unraveling from a solar plexus
storing so many lives
How many verses reflect
the present
versus the ghosts
of a former century
And yet,
deeper underground
I go
The trick to navigating
the bowels of the beast
is not succumbing
to illusion over...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#love
#SelfWorth #WritingPoetry
#SelfWorth #WritingPoetry
497 reads
17 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 12:39pm
31st Dec 2024 12:39pm
Deeper Underground I Go
I can’t count the number
of poems I’ve expelled
beyond the busted seams
of experience
As if those seams could keep
the poems from my voice
How many emotions
were galactic tapestries
unraveling from a solar plexus
storing so many lives
How many verses reflect
the present
versus the ghosts
of a former century
And yet,
deeper underground
I go
The trick to navigating
the bowels of the beast
is not succumbing
to illusion over...
of poems I’ve expelled
beyond the busted seams
of experience
As if those seams could keep
the poems from my voice
How many emotions
were galactic tapestries
unraveling from a solar plexus
storing so many lives
How many verses reflect
the present
versus the ghosts
of a former century
And yet,
deeper underground
I go
The trick to navigating
the bowels of the beast
is not succumbing
to illusion over...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#love
#SelfWorth #WritingPoetry
#SelfWorth #WritingPoetry
497 reads
17 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 12:39pm
31st Dec 2024 12:39pm
Deeper Underground I Go
I can’t count the number
of poems I’ve expelled
beyond the busted seams
of experience
As if those seams could keep
the poems from my voice
How many emotions
were galactic tapestries
unraveling from a solar plexus
storing so many lives
How many verses reflect
the present
versus the ghosts
of a former century
And yet,
deeper underground
I go
The trick to navigating
the bowels of the beast
is not succumbing
to illusion over...
of poems I’ve expelled
beyond the busted seams
of experience
As if those seams could keep
the poems from my voice
How many emotions
were galactic tapestries
unraveling from a solar plexus
storing so many lives
How many verses reflect
the present
versus the ghosts
of a former century
And yet,
deeper underground
I go
The trick to navigating
the bowels of the beast
is not succumbing
to illusion over...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#love
#SelfWorth #WritingPoetry
#SelfWorth #WritingPoetry
497 reads
17 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 12:39pm
31st Dec 2024 12:39pm
Deeper Underground I Go
I can’t count the number
of poems I’ve expelled
beyond the busted seams
of experience
As if those seams could keep
the poems from my voice
How many emotions
were galactic tapestries
unraveling from a solar plexus
storing so many lives
How many verses reflect
the present
versus the ghosts
of a former century
And yet,
deeper underground
I go
The trick to navigating
the bowels of the beast
is not succumbing
to illusion over...
of poems I’ve expelled
beyond the busted seams
of experience
As if those seams could keep
the poems from my voice
How many emotions
were galactic tapestries
unraveling from a solar plexus
storing so many lives
How many verses reflect
the present
versus the ghosts
of a former century
And yet,
deeper underground
I go
The trick to navigating
the bowels of the beast
is not succumbing
to illusion over...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#love
#SelfWorth #WritingPoetry
#SelfWorth #WritingPoetry
497 reads
17 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 10:16pm
1st Jul 2024 10:16pm
Ripples in Rhyme
A small turbulence in the stream
this perturbance in this dream
nudges me now awake
lightens every step I now take
in the direction of true north
in this search of my true worth
steps I took and those untaken
keep me now longing to awaken
Read these ripples in rhyme
in the braille of time
this perturbance in this dream
nudges me now awake
lightens every step I now take
in the direction of true north
in this search of my true worth
steps I took and those untaken
keep me now longing to awaken
Read these ripples in rhyme
in the braille of time
#confessional
#dreams
#SelfWorth
#TimeHeals
#WritingPoetry
9 reads
2 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 10:16pm
1st Jul 2024 10:16pm
Ripples in Rhyme
A small turbulence in the stream
this perturbance in this dream
nudges me now awake
lightens every step I now take
in the direction of true north
in this search of my true worth
steps I took and those untaken
keep me now longing to awaken
Read these ripples in rhyme
in the braille of time
this perturbance in this dream
nudges me now awake
lightens every step I now take
in the direction of true north
in this search of my true worth
steps I took and those untaken
keep me now longing to awaken
Read these ripples in rhyme
in the braille of time
#confessional
#dreams
#SelfWorth
#TimeHeals
#WritingPoetry
9 reads
2 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 10:16pm
1st Jul 2024 10:16pm
Ripples in Rhyme
A small turbulence in the stream
this perturbance in this dream
nudges me now awake
lightens every step I now take
in the direction of true north
in this search of my true worth
steps I took and those untaken
keep me now longing to awaken
Read these ripples in rhyme
in the braille of time
this perturbance in this dream
nudges me now awake
lightens every step I now take
in the direction of true north
in this search of my true worth
steps I took and those untaken
keep me now longing to awaken
Read these ripples in rhyme
in the braille of time
#confessional
#dreams
#SelfWorth
#TimeHeals
#WritingPoetry
9 reads
2 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 10:16pm
1st Jul 2024 10:16pm
Ripples in Rhyme
A small turbulence in the stream
this perturbance in this dream
nudges me now awake
lightens every step I now take
in the direction of true north
in this search of my true worth
steps I took and those untaken
keep me now longing to awaken
Read these ripples in rhyme
in the braille of time
this perturbance in this dream
nudges me now awake
lightens every step I now take
in the direction of true north
in this search of my true worth
steps I took and those untaken
keep me now longing to awaken
Read these ripples in rhyme
in the braille of time
#confessional
#dreams
#SelfWorth
#TimeHeals
#WritingPoetry
9 reads
2 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 10:16pm
1st Jul 2024 10:16pm
Ripples in Rhyme
A small turbulence in the stream
this perturbance in this dream
nudges me now awake
lightens every step I now take
in the direction of true north
in this search of my true worth
steps I took and those untaken
keep me now longing to awaken
Read these ripples in rhyme
in the braille of time
this perturbance in this dream
nudges me now awake
lightens every step I now take
in the direction of true north
in this search of my true worth
steps I took and those untaken
keep me now longing to awaken
Read these ripples in rhyme
in the braille of time
#confessional
#dreams
#SelfWorth
#TimeHeals
#WritingPoetry
9 reads
2 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
9th Aug 2023 00:30am
9th Aug 2023 00:30am
Twilight's slave
I was sitting in my room so alone.
Tracing the lines, each leading to the next.
Each one may start as a straight line.
But so often a room holds so many secrets.
All those years of accreted injury.
Perhaps blood can be transformed into air.
And the smell of it lingers, at least for you.
Because that was your coping mechanism.
From the crows that fed on your flesh.
They picked at it so sharply, it hurt.
Until eventually it became a need.
And the corners can definitely be brooding.
Especially when the drum beats your hips. ...
Tracing the lines, each leading to the next.
Each one may start as a straight line.
But so often a room holds so many secrets.
All those years of accreted injury.
Perhaps blood can be transformed into air.
And the smell of it lingers, at least for you.
Because that was your coping mechanism.
From the crows that fed on your flesh.
They picked at it so sharply, it hurt.
Until eventually it became a need.
And the corners can definitely be brooding.
Especially when the drum beats your hips. ...
#childhood
#abuse
#SelfReflection
#suffering
#SelfWorth
813 reads
47 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
9th Aug 2023 00:30am
9th Aug 2023 00:30am
Twilight's slave
I was sitting in my room so alone.
Tracing the lines, each leading to the next.
Each one may start as a straight line.
But so often a room holds so many secrets.
All those years of accreted injury.
Perhaps blood can be transformed into air.
And the smell of it lingers, at least for you.
Because that was your coping mechanism.
From the crows that fed on your flesh.
They picked at it so sharply, it hurt.
Until eventually it became a need.
And the corners can definitely be brooding.
Especially when the drum beats your hips. ...
Tracing the lines, each leading to the next.
Each one may start as a straight line.
But so often a room holds so many secrets.
All those years of accreted injury.
Perhaps blood can be transformed into air.
And the smell of it lingers, at least for you.
Because that was your coping mechanism.
From the crows that fed on your flesh.
They picked at it so sharply, it hurt.
Until eventually it became a need.
And the corners can definitely be brooding.
Especially when the drum beats your hips. ...
#childhood
#abuse
#SelfReflection
#suffering
#SelfWorth
813 reads
47 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
9th Aug 2023 00:30am
9th Aug 2023 00:30am
Twilight's slave
I was sitting in my room so alone.
Tracing the lines, each leading to the next.
Each one may start as a straight line.
But so often a room holds so many secrets.
All those years of accreted injury.
Perhaps blood can be transformed into air.
And the smell of it lingers, at least for you.
Because that was your coping mechanism.
From the crows that fed on your flesh.
They picked at it so sharply, it hurt.
Until eventually it became a need.
And the corners can definitely be brooding.
Especially when the drum beats your hips. ...
Tracing the lines, each leading to the next.
Each one may start as a straight line.
But so often a room holds so many secrets.
All those years of accreted injury.
Perhaps blood can be transformed into air.
And the smell of it lingers, at least for you.
Because that was your coping mechanism.
From the crows that fed on your flesh.
They picked at it so sharply, it hurt.
Until eventually it became a need.
And the corners can definitely be brooding.
Especially when the drum beats your hips. ...
#childhood
#abuse
#SelfReflection
#suffering
#SelfWorth
813 reads
47 Comments
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