Poems about Myself
#myself
Honest and revealing poems about self awareness and self help. This section, poems about myself, lets writers explore how they see themselves and how they think others see them.
AverageJoe
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 2:29pm
1st Feb 2025 2:29pm
Visage
Warm glazed sunrise through frost on glass
That views the lawn's faint white traced grass
Then 'cross the road and through the trees
Trunks brown shoed with fallen leaves
Going hushed, collar up, hands in pockets
Cold solitude feeling somehow worth it
I've a wandering soul too long kept home
Here tethered though I've longed to roam
[The sphere of men's a strangling coil, ever tightening
I should've gone rambling, a wilding, a viking
Tossed the dice, cut ties and bonds for room to grow
Loosed the stasis of things to follow the...
That views the lawn's faint white traced grass
Then 'cross the road and through the trees
Trunks brown shoed with fallen leaves
Going hushed, collar up, hands in pockets
Cold solitude feeling somehow worth it
I've a wandering soul too long kept home
Here tethered though I've longed to roam
[The sphere of men's a strangling coil, ever tightening
I should've gone rambling, a wilding, a viking
Tossed the dice, cut ties and bonds for room to grow
Loosed the stasis of things to follow the...
#myself
#mystery
#TruthOfLife
48 reads
13 Comments
Her
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 12:26pm
1st Feb 2025 12:26pm
All Me
THIS POST IS TO SHOW THAT I’M UNAFRAID
BECAUSE I’M BEING STALKED
I DID’NT WANT TO CONTINUE TO SHARE THIS
I’ve been plagiarized
I’ve had my style copied
If I try something new, it’s copied
(sometimes immediately after I post)
There was a time I wondered if I should be flattered
Then I was angry
Now it means nothing to me
I recognize how threatened people who do those things feel
My avatar is my own so readers know that I’m real
Makeup and naked-faced, I’ve shown both ...
BECAUSE I’M BEING STALKED
I DID’NT WANT TO CONTINUE TO SHARE THIS
I’ve been plagiarized
I’ve had my style copied
If I try something new, it’s copied
(sometimes immediately after I post)
There was a time I wondered if I should be flattered
Then I was angry
Now it means nothing to me
I recognize how threatened people who do those things feel
My avatar is my own so readers know that I’m real
Makeup and naked-faced, I’ve shown both ...
#confessional
#myself
120 reads
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 6:10am
30th Jan 2025 6:10am
it's not Halloween but this ghost costume still fits
Don't look at me
don't talk to me
I have nothing, NOTHING
to say
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO
I'm worse that that
I'm a head full of stagnant air
empty at least has potential
but stagnant is where
brainwaves go to die
I think all my important brainwaves have died
I tried to read an essay
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up
because it turns out I really hate
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that
is that I now...
don't talk to me
I have nothing, NOTHING
to say
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO
I'm worse that that
I'm a head full of stagnant air
empty at least has potential
but stagnant is where
brainwaves go to die
I think all my important brainwaves have died
I tried to read an essay
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up
because it turns out I really hate
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that
is that I now...
#boredom
#depression
#myself
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
69 reads
4 Comments
NoQuarter
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 10:29pm
28th Jan 2025 10:29pm
Prisoner Of My Mind
Its hard to dream,
when everything is already a nightmare.
Knowing you should just give up,
throw in the towel.
Everyday life seeming like a murder trial,
your name pulled through the mud.
Just speaking somehow pollutes the already
tainted air.
No reason to fight anymore,
its hard to buck a system built to destroy you.
Just a man,
and the law of the land-
no designated survivor,
a pig to the slaughter, it seems.
Every day,
a new rule broken
cancels out the get out...
when everything is already a nightmare.
Knowing you should just give up,
throw in the towel.
Everyday life seeming like a murder trial,
your name pulled through the mud.
Just speaking somehow pollutes the already
tainted air.
No reason to fight anymore,
its hard to buck a system built to destroy you.
Just a man,
and the law of the land-
no designated survivor,
a pig to the slaughter, it seems.
Every day,
a new rule broken
cancels out the get out...
#myself
66 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 1:30pm
27th Jan 2025 1:30pm
Others' poetry
Isn't it exhilarating
how someone's poetry
can ignite a fire within us?
When their words resonate
so deeply, it's like they unlock
hidden chambers in our own hearts,
revealing emotions and thoughts
we hadn't fully realized were there.
Crafting your own verses
becomes more than just writing
it's a dialogue between your soul and theirs,
a harmonious exchange
across the canvas of creativity.
I've always found
that immersing myself
in powerful poetry
not only inspires me
but...
how someone's poetry
can ignite a fire within us?
When their words resonate
so deeply, it's like they unlock
hidden chambers in our own hearts,
revealing emotions and thoughts
we hadn't fully realized were there.
Crafting your own verses
becomes more than just writing
it's a dialogue between your soul and theirs,
a harmonious exchange
across the canvas of creativity.
I've always found
that immersing myself
in powerful poetry
not only inspires me
but...
#confessional
#emotions
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#WritingPoetry
68 reads
12 Comments
Seed
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 1:19pm
26th Jan 2025 1:19pm
This Life Is For The Birds
Matthew 6:26 "Consider the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?"
I wanted to write a poem about birds.
I wanted to write a poem that shares the song of the Nightingale.
I wanted to write a poem that uses the lonely call of the Rain Crow at dusk.
I wanted to write a poem that shares the drumming of a Woodpecker on a tree in the not too distant woods.
I wanted to write a poem that records the mimicking of the Mockingbird atop a telephone pole....
I wanted to write a poem about birds.
I wanted to write a poem that shares the song of the Nightingale.
I wanted to write a poem that uses the lonely call of the Rain Crow at dusk.
I wanted to write a poem that shares the drumming of a Woodpecker on a tree in the not too distant woods.
I wanted to write a poem that records the mimicking of the Mockingbird atop a telephone pole....
#birds
#LifeStruggles
#myself
36 reads
0 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 8:50am
26th Jan 2025 8:50am
Phoenix 2
storms rage in these skies
but I'm not scared
no, because I've felt this before
the winds cut me deep like glass
sill I pushed through
I saw friends submerged by the ocean
hit by sorrows relentless waves
still I kept swimming
I watched the fires
like hell rushing towards me
been burnt down to nothing but ashes
somehow I arose
memories of a person I no longer am
yet I still live
but I'm not scared
no, because I've felt this before
the winds cut me deep like glass
sill I pushed through
I saw friends submerged by the ocean
hit by sorrows relentless waves
still I kept swimming
I watched the fires
like hell rushing towards me
been burnt down to nothing but ashes
somehow I arose
memories of a person I no longer am
yet I still live
#LifeStruggles
#myself
98 reads
3 Comments
Jade72
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 11:41pm
23rd Jan 2025 11:41pm
Your ghost still haunts me
When dusks awakens and dew presents a lazy morning
My mind vagabonds to tender moments, where our bodies entertwined
Whenever the breeze plays its melody trough my soaring wings
The thought of you softly caresses my psyche
Your spirit surrounds me when I bathe,
Lathering becomes a playfull splurge of the senses
Your ghost still haunts me
I will forever be in love with the memory of you...
My mind vagabonds to tender moments, where our bodies entertwined
Whenever the breeze plays its melody trough my soaring wings
The thought of you softly caresses my psyche
Your spirit surrounds me when I bathe,
Lathering becomes a playfull splurge of the senses
Your ghost still haunts me
I will forever be in love with the memory of you...
#love
#myself
#relationships
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
103 reads
2 Comments
NoQuarter
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 7:26am
22nd Jan 2025 7:26am
Typical Feelings
I wake up beneath the weight of absence,
a hollow space where meaning should be.
The air is heavy today, thick with silence,
every breath feels undeserved.
I move through the day feeling like a ghost,
Invisible even to myself.
Each step teaming with doubt.
Every smooth surface reflects a stranger,
a face i do not recognize, my eyes searching for something, anything to anchor this drifting shell.
I am both here and not,
a body that moves without purpose,
a pathetic NPC unraveling. ...
a hollow space where meaning should be.
The air is heavy today, thick with silence,
every breath feels undeserved.
I move through the day feeling like a ghost,
Invisible even to myself.
Each step teaming with doubt.
Every smooth surface reflects a stranger,
a face i do not recognize, my eyes searching for something, anything to anchor this drifting shell.
I am both here and not,
a body that moves without purpose,
a pathetic NPC unraveling. ...
#myself
130 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 20th Jan 2025 1:49am
7th Sep 2019 6:32pm
7th Sep 2019 6:32pm
Wally Behind Bars
Writing live from an unknown location (and no not a prison),
Risen out of this prism ready to spill some euphemisms,
Wally is behind bars lit with cigars firing off shooting stars,
So you better keep up and listen to the colloquialisms.
Sit back, have a drink of this ink I think you’ll read and maybe like,
Like an open mic night it might just feel right to get up and fight,
But like an empathic telepathic I’ll make a prediction,
You’re going to leisurely follow me then swallow all my diction.
I know I don’t have to rhyme every time I write a simple...
Risen out of this prism ready to spill some euphemisms,
Wally is behind bars lit with cigars firing off shooting stars,
So you better keep up and listen to the colloquialisms.
Sit back, have a drink of this ink I think you’ll read and maybe like,
Like an open mic night it might just feel right to get up and fight,
But like an empathic telepathic I’ll make a prediction,
You’re going to leisurely follow me then swallow all my diction.
I know I don’t have to rhyme every time I write a simple...
#rhyming
#funny
#myself
617 reads
2 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 10:02am
19th Jan 2025 10:02am
My Poetry
so many me
but only one people get to see
the rest are laid down on pages
writing late at night
that's when the monster comes out
and that's when I feel at home
like a vampire giving into his urges
it's as natural as the animals
but life isn't so simple
a sex addict
if only in my fantasies
dreaming of being care free
naturally drawn towards beauty
writing another page
as a wall to remind me
what it means to be that guy
so another side to hide
the love drunk freak with no barriers
can only...
but only one people get to see
the rest are laid down on pages
writing late at night
that's when the monster comes out
and that's when I feel at home
like a vampire giving into his urges
it's as natural as the animals
but life isn't so simple
a sex addict
if only in my fantasies
dreaming of being care free
naturally drawn towards beauty
writing another page
as a wall to remind me
what it means to be that guy
so another side to hide
the love drunk freak with no barriers
can only...
#myself
#WritingPoetry
140 reads
3 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 1:25pm
18th Jan 2025 1:25pm
How Angel Light Rose Became My Author Name
Once upon a time, Angel Light Rose was a girl made up in my head that I thought Josh would like instead.
She had an open relationship with someone who looked like him and also was with Josh too. She slept around a lot, and she knew all the moves. She wasn't awkward or that geeky like me. She was that girl who had a YouTube channel and would say "love yourself" when she was picture perfect in body and in spirit. I couldn't compete with her.
But now, I don't compete with her. I'm the real Angel Light Rose. The girl who was affected by mental illness, yet she no...
She had an open relationship with someone who looked like him and also was with Josh too. She slept around a lot, and she knew all the moves. She wasn't awkward or that geeky like me. She was that girl who had a YouTube channel and would say "love yourself" when she was picture perfect in body and in spirit. I couldn't compete with her.
But now, I don't compete with her. I'm the real Angel Light Rose. The girl who was affected by mental illness, yet she no...
#myself
#SelfReflection
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