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.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:11am
Yesterday 11:11am
Awake All Night
Last night I could not sleep
I don’t know what is wrong with me
Last night I could not sleep
I don’t know what is wrong with me
When I go in to bed and close my eyes
Only bad things rolling in my mind
Maybe something in my history
Maybe everything in my memory
Maybe nothing, maybe that full fucking moon last night
I don't know, but I want sleep
This is driving me crazy
I need my sleep, I need my sleep
During the day I'll be lazy
I need my sleep, I need my sleep
Have a dream, to sleep forever
I need my...
I don’t know what is wrong with me
Last night I could not sleep
I don’t know what is wrong with me
When I go in to bed and close my eyes
Only bad things rolling in my mind
Maybe something in my history
Maybe everything in my memory
Maybe nothing, maybe that full fucking moon last night
I don't know, but I want sleep
This is driving me crazy
I need my sleep, I need my sleep
During the day I'll be lazy
I need my sleep, I need my sleep
Have a dream, to sleep forever
I need my...
#myself
#SelfReflection
#sleep
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NP_NP
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 5:22am
12th Jan 2025 5:22am
Narcissus
He calls me his Narcissus—
So does that make him my Echo,
Torturing his soul as he chases me.
I could let him come up for air,
But what fun would that be?
You see, I could be savage, if necessary,
But please—don’t provoke the dark side of me.
Dancing topless, it’s so hard
Not to fall in love with myself.
I trace my body with my fingers,
Spinning around the pole,
I lock eyes with the girl I love most:
Me.
Enchanted, I make my way to the mirror,
Placing both hands upon its...
So does that make him my Echo,
Torturing his soul as he chases me.
I could let him come up for air,
But what fun would that be?
You see, I could be savage, if necessary,
But please—don’t provoke the dark side of me.
Dancing topless, it’s so hard
Not to fall in love with myself.
I trace my body with my fingers,
Spinning around the pole,
I lock eyes with the girl I love most:
Me.
Enchanted, I make my way to the mirror,
Placing both hands upon its...
#identity
#love
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 3:08am
12th Jan 2025 3:08am
some days I get so sad I can't function
You tell me to get outside
and make myself feel better
I respond by slamming a door
in your face
I can hear laughter
through the cracked open window
and I wish I could touch it
like it's something tangible
I can inhale
but it's not
and so I listen to it drift away
on the breeze
unlike this mood I can't shake
from my leaden bones
I want to tell you I'm trying
that I'm fighting for better than this
but it's not a war you can see with your eyes
and there's no blood splatter
of...
and make myself feel better
I respond by slamming a door
in your face
I can hear laughter
through the cracked open window
and I wish I could touch it
like it's something tangible
I can inhale
but it's not
and so I listen to it drift away
on the breeze
unlike this mood I can't shake
from my leaden bones
I want to tell you I'm trying
that I'm fighting for better than this
but it's not a war you can see with your eyes
and there's no blood splatter
of...
#conflict
#depression
#MentalHealth
#myself
#relationships
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oldmanG
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 2:42am
11th Jan 2025 2:42am
Believe
Gettin better
Every minute
Try to hold it together
But I lose it better
Bathing in Jesus sins
But he knows me
Better than myself
So I fall again
Feelin bible in my blood
Hoping it is enough
But when I hope it’s not enough
Cause I just have to believe
And I do like Jesus
Believe in every being
When belief is in your bloodstream
Absolves me of all my sins
Belief is something
You can’t grab onto
...
Every minute
Try to hold it together
But I lose it better
Bathing in Jesus sins
But he knows me
Better than myself
So I fall again
Feelin bible in my blood
Hoping it is enough
But when I hope it’s not enough
Cause I just have to believe
And I do like Jesus
Believe in every being
When belief is in your bloodstream
Absolves me of all my sins
Belief is something
You can’t grab onto
...
#myself
#redemption
#spiritual
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Starlit_Rose
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 6:28am
9th Jan 2025 6:28am
And it begins...
And it begins, a cosmic mistake,
of stars and worlds born from dust.
What was once nothing,
now is nothing with meaning.
The nothingness created into something,
by our zealous obsessed minds.
It gives me solace to know
that your something means nothing.
A hint of jealousy from my nothingness,
that doesn't want to feel alone.
So now as we dance with the already,
I grieve the soon to be.
As you smell the red of roses,
I feel the thorns they carry.
Without mourning stars, ...
of stars and worlds born from dust.
What was once nothing,
now is nothing with meaning.
The nothingness created into something,
by our zealous obsessed minds.
It gives me solace to know
that your something means nothing.
A hint of jealousy from my nothingness,
that doesn't want to feel alone.
So now as we dance with the already,
I grieve the soon to be.
As you smell the red of roses,
I feel the thorns they carry.
Without mourning stars, ...
#myself
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 11:00pm
5th Jan 2025 11:00pm
HoW YoU WaNt It ToDaY - RAP POETRY
I don’t really vibe with old tunes
Find them tired,
stuck inside closed room
Chasing shadows of a dying old moon
Tired of pretending they’re still shining
Stuck rewinding
That's how You Want it today
Gotta Hall pass , to walk past
recycled tunes that won't last
Old grooves, old moves
I’m creating somethin new,
sparks feel true,
You got me wrong if you think I'm fake it, rather struggle until I make it,
excuse me, while I take it
I’ll break it then make it new ...
Find them tired,
stuck inside closed room
Chasing shadows of a dying old moon
Tired of pretending they’re still shining
Stuck rewinding
That's how You Want it today
Gotta Hall pass , to walk past
recycled tunes that won't last
Old grooves, old moves
I’m creating somethin new,
sparks feel true,
You got me wrong if you think I'm fake it, rather struggle until I make it,
excuse me, while I take it
I’ll break it then make it new ...
#LifeGoals
#LifeStruggles
#music #myself
#music #myself
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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 4:30am
5th Jan 2025 4:30am
Rothko, Pollock, Poetspeak …
Poetspeak
Obviously the best looking
Those other guys
Yeah, they carried it
Just like Jack Casady on bass
Bless its Pointed Little Head album
Google it
Listen
Back to Poetspeak
The original Box Head
What do I always say ?
Stay Tuned
Obviously the best looking
Those other guys
Yeah, they carried it
Just like Jack Casady on bass
Bless its Pointed Little Head album
Google it
Listen
Back to Poetspeak
The original Box Head
What do I always say ?
Stay Tuned
#art
#identity
#music
#myself
#PopCulture
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DevilsChild
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 9:13am
31st Dec 2024 9:13am
New Year/New Problems
I try not to get consumed by hate
some may think it's a choice
but no
it's a bunch of little things
you do what you're supposed to
work hard and pray to God
then you lose a friend
and then a pet
the bathroom floor needs fixed
the fucking repair man does a bad job
and you really don't need that shit
so what do you know?
you got a feeling
but you're not allowed to show
it's like taking two steps forward
only to get hit ten steps back
whenever you fix one thing
then...
some may think it's a choice
but no
it's a bunch of little things
you do what you're supposed to
work hard and pray to God
then you lose a friend
and then a pet
the bathroom floor needs fixed
the fucking repair man does a bad job
and you really don't need that shit
so what do you know?
you got a feeling
but you're not allowed to show
it's like taking two steps forward
only to get hit ten steps back
whenever you fix one thing
then...
#LifeStruggles
#myself
#depression
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 8:22pm
28th Dec 2024 8:22pm
utterly
dwindling thought withering in context
my mind ceases in ideas and gets angry
withdrawing from the lense
I don't wish to be observed
shaken epiphany I am cut off
from who I used to be
evolving utterly different
I wonder did that version of me die out of necessity
keening hope she was so beautiful
she was not me but I share her memories
grief burdens me, I wonder did I kill her, one thought at a time
drain her essence and discard her in the past
the present knows only me
it's a curious thing, I...
my mind ceases in ideas and gets angry
withdrawing from the lense
I don't wish to be observed
shaken epiphany I am cut off
from who I used to be
evolving utterly different
I wonder did that version of me die out of necessity
keening hope she was so beautiful
she was not me but I share her memories
grief burdens me, I wonder did I kill her, one thought at a time
drain her essence and discard her in the past
the present knows only me
it's a curious thing, I...
#confessional
#identity
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 8:19pm
27th Dec 2024 8:19pm
#1
There is only one number
The number one
All other digits are jumbled
I have too much confusion in my life
In order to annihilate my confusion, my time wasting activities,
I must get to one after the smoke clears
She will be my only weakness
Like many instances, things are not always what they seem
Many weaknesses are blessings in disguise, clouds with silver linings
She is my weakness
She is my blessing
The number one
All other digits are jumbled
I have too much confusion in my life
In order to annihilate my confusion, my time wasting activities,
I must get to one after the smoke clears
She will be my only weakness
Like many instances, things are not always what they seem
Many weaknesses are blessings in disguise, clouds with silver linings
She is my weakness
She is my blessing
#confusion
#identity
#loneliness
#myself
#weakness
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 11:35pm
25th Dec 2024 11:35pm
The Barefoot Girl
She's the barefoot girl.
That girl who hates high heels.
That girl on prescription drugs.
The girl who loses her balance on the runaway.
But walks firmly after she's fallen.
She's no Mariah Carey
yet she's darker than Avril Lavigne.
She's...Princess Alia.
The only pop star who doesn't wear makeup
and doesn't hypersexualize things
unless necessary.
The unseen, mature princess
like Esmeralda.
The last one.
That girl who hates high heels.
That girl on prescription drugs.
The girl who loses her balance on the runaway.
But walks firmly after she's fallen.
She's no Mariah Carey
yet she's darker than Avril Lavigne.
She's...Princess Alia.
The only pop star who doesn't wear makeup
and doesn't hypersexualize things
unless necessary.
The unseen, mature princess
like Esmeralda.
The last one.
#MyInspiration
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 2:21pm
25th Dec 2024 2:21pm
Discovery
What is the true purpose of
Me
From the day I opened my eyes
Into the unknowing world
The immediate world
Mom, Dad, and Me
Like a bud
Precious and new
Timid to push forth
On a planet that is skewed
With plans for me and you
I grow as I must
Ingest and trust information
To go on and survive
To stay here
To stay alive
Then, the brutality came.
Constant like unforgiving rain
In the form of laughter and judgment
Pain
This is just a season I must endure
To...
Me
From the day I opened my eyes
Into the unknowing world
The immediate world
Mom, Dad, and Me
Like a bud
Precious and new
Timid to push forth
On a planet that is skewed
With plans for me and you
I grow as I must
Ingest and trust information
To go on and survive
To stay here
To stay alive
Then, the brutality came.
Constant like unforgiving rain
In the form of laughter and judgment
Pain
This is just a season I must endure
To...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself #SelfDiscovery
#myself #SelfDiscovery
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