Poems About Self Worth Published by Members Recently Online
#SelfWorth
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
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SHIPWRECKS
I refuse to be treated as if I'm loose change
My pockets full of self-worth sees that as strange
It pangs me when somebody takes me for granted
Those ships sink in oceans; heavily cemented
My pockets full of self-worth sees that as strange
It pangs me when somebody takes me for granted
Those ships sink in oceans; heavily cemented
#relationships
#SelfWorth
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SHIPWRECKS
I refuse to be treated as if I'm loose change
My pockets full of self-worth sees that as strange
It pangs me when somebody takes me for granted
Those ships sink in oceans; heavily cemented
My pockets full of self-worth sees that as strange
It pangs me when somebody takes me for granted
Those ships sink in oceans; heavily cemented
#relationships
#SelfWorth
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4 Comments
To The End of The Road
A journey may be seen
as an adventure of a lifetime.
The good times, always welcome.
The bad times, test the strength of the commitment.
If one heart forges onward
and another remains immobile-
where does the path converge
or split?
My thoughts implode from self-chatter.
My heart bleeds from self-doubt.
As a duo, was this only to be a partial trek?
Perhaps this is an unexpected very long dark tunnel
from which we’ll emerge into the light.
Or just maybe, the sky is to remain...
as an adventure of a lifetime.
The good times, always welcome.
The bad times, test the strength of the commitment.
If one heart forges onward
and another remains immobile-
where does the path converge
or split?
My thoughts implode from self-chatter.
My heart bleeds from self-doubt.
As a duo, was this only to be a partial trek?
Perhaps this is an unexpected very long dark tunnel
from which we’ll emerge into the light.
Or just maybe, the sky is to remain...
#marriage
#SelfWorth
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To The End of The Road
A journey may be seen
as an adventure of a lifetime.
The good times, always welcome.
The bad times, test the strength of the commitment.
If one heart forges onward
and another remains immobile-
where does the path converge
or split?
My thoughts implode from self-chatter.
My heart bleeds from self-doubt.
As a duo, was this only to be a partial trek?
Perhaps this is an unexpected very long dark tunnel
from which we’ll emerge into the light.
Or just maybe, the sky is to remain...
as an adventure of a lifetime.
The good times, always welcome.
The bad times, test the strength of the commitment.
If one heart forges onward
and another remains immobile-
where does the path converge
or split?
My thoughts implode from self-chatter.
My heart bleeds from self-doubt.
As a duo, was this only to be a partial trek?
Perhaps this is an unexpected very long dark tunnel
from which we’ll emerge into the light.
Or just maybe, the sky is to remain...
#marriage
#SelfWorth
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56 Comments
Bulgarian Poem #6
Ти ме изяде докато още се топях.
Но ти го правиш да прилича на грях.
сега сърцето ми е от камък...
Но ти го правиш да прилича на грях.
сега сърцето ми е от камък...
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfWorth
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Bulgarian Poem #6
Ти ме изяде докато още се топях.
Но ти го правиш да прилича на грях.
сега сърцето ми е от камък...
Но ти го правиш да прилича на грях.
сега сърцето ми е от камък...
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfWorth
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3 Comments
Bulgarian Poem #6
Ти ме изяде докато още се топях.
Но ти го правиш да прилича на грях.
сега сърцето ми е от камък...
Но ти го правиш да прилича на грях.
сега сърцето ми е от камък...
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfWorth
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3 Comments
Both Hunter and Prey
Indoctrination has always been
the goal
that started when we were young
and haunt us when we're old
because I said so
the endless refrain
time out, go sit in the corner
the bars of the cage
squeezing round lives
into the square holes of life
we are all just refuges
running from the war for our soul
blinded by need just to survive
slowly going insane
trapped inside our minds
is it any wonder
we've been so easy to use
all it took was smartphones and...
the goal
that started when we were young
and haunt us when we're old
because I said so
the endless refrain
time out, go sit in the corner
the bars of the cage
squeezing round lives
into the square holes of life
we are all just refuges
running from the war for our soul
blinded by need just to survive
slowly going insane
trapped inside our minds
is it any wonder
we've been so easy to use
all it took was smartphones and...
#SelfWorth
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Pink
If you don't like pink,
this is not a rhyme for you...
As if pink had anything to do with
my kind of POETRY!!!
If you don't like the subject of SEXUALITY,
It's your problem and not mine!!!
So I ask that: if you want to read, read!
If not, go for a walk... on the net!
The poetry inserted here derives
of years of self esteem
and development of my BEING.
The poetry inserted here was written
for the man I love.
The poetry inserted here may or may not
serve for you or for the one you love.
This is...
this is not a rhyme for you...
As if pink had anything to do with
my kind of POETRY!!!
If you don't like the subject of SEXUALITY,
It's your problem and not mine!!!
So I ask that: if you want to read, read!
If not, go for a walk... on the net!
The poetry inserted here derives
of years of self esteem
and development of my BEING.
The poetry inserted here was written
for the man I love.
The poetry inserted here may or may not
serve for you or for the one you love.
This is...
#love
#power
#SelfWorth
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4 Comments
Pink
If you don't like pink,
this is not a rhyme for you...
As if pink had anything to do with
my kind of POETRY!!!
If you don't like the subject of SEXUALITY,
It's your problem and not mine!!!
So I ask that: if you want to read, read!
If not, go for a walk... on the net!
The poetry inserted here derives
of years of self esteem
and development of my BEING.
The poetry inserted here was written
for the man I love.
The poetry inserted here may or may not
serve for you or for the one you love.
This is...
this is not a rhyme for you...
As if pink had anything to do with
my kind of POETRY!!!
If you don't like the subject of SEXUALITY,
It's your problem and not mine!!!
So I ask that: if you want to read, read!
If not, go for a walk... on the net!
The poetry inserted here derives
of years of self esteem
and development of my BEING.
The poetry inserted here was written
for the man I love.
The poetry inserted here may or may not
serve for you or for the one you love.
This is...
#love
#power
#SelfWorth
278 reads
4 Comments
Pink
If you don't like pink,
this is not a rhyme for you...
As if pink had anything to do with
my kind of POETRY!!!
If you don't like the subject of SEXUALITY,
It's your problem and not mine!!!
So I ask that: if you want to read, read!
If not, go for a walk... on the net!
The poetry inserted here derives
of years of self esteem
and development of my BEING.
The poetry inserted here was written
for the man I love.
The poetry inserted here may or may not
serve for you or for the one you love.
This is...
this is not a rhyme for you...
As if pink had anything to do with
my kind of POETRY!!!
If you don't like the subject of SEXUALITY,
It's your problem and not mine!!!
So I ask that: if you want to read, read!
If not, go for a walk... on the net!
The poetry inserted here derives
of years of self esteem
and development of my BEING.
The poetry inserted here was written
for the man I love.
The poetry inserted here may or may not
serve for you or for the one you love.
This is...
#love
#power
#SelfWorth
278 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Self Worth Published by Members Recently Online