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.
Duice
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:31pm
Yesterday 1:31pm
Smolder
That sly stone look on my face
is the armor brick in my heart
no pebble filter of what brings
Listen close to comprehend
not just vibration of a baritone
past-explosive BEAST king
That’s knowledge slow boiling
stirred volcanic to epiphany
elusive c/o/n/-fused delay to react
Core touch on low pitch growl
crawled to docile hairs in ovation
erect on nape back
Chip off the block sculpted mane
knotty dread prickly pine
quills defend to enforce points
Pride rock antisocial distanced
stature...
is the armor brick in my heart
no pebble filter of what brings
Listen close to comprehend
not just vibration of a baritone
past-explosive BEAST king
That’s knowledge slow boiling
stirred volcanic to epiphany
elusive c/o/n/-fused delay to react
Core touch on low pitch growl
crawled to docile hairs in ovation
erect on nape back
Chip off the block sculpted mane
knotty dread prickly pine
quills defend to enforce points
Pride rock antisocial distanced
stature...
#identity
#men
#mirror
#myself
#tolerance
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frankiefearless
frankieeeee
frankieeeee
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 2:54pm
7th Mar 2025 2:54pm
the big day
tomorrow is weird for me; I've always wanted to be celebrated, like hello, its me and MY day. but between spring break and unintentional friends, it was usually only an important day if I made it important. so two years ago, I decided to properly celebrate myself. on my day, I'd only do stuff for me.
that first year I spent three weeks completing a childhood goal of mine, gallivanting around Europe like I saw in the movies growing up.
and last year, I spent three days, the day before and after, bouncing around towns only doing things that made me happy.
...
that first year I spent three weeks completing a childhood goal of mine, gallivanting around Europe like I saw in the movies growing up.
and last year, I spent three days, the day before and after, bouncing around towns only doing things that made me happy.
...
#emotions
#myself
#SelfReflection
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 8:57pm
6th Mar 2025 8:57pm
f**king with levity (thinking out loud)
I've had a few creative mentors over the years, people I respected (some I still respect), people I looked up to without question, people I relied on, people who I treated like Gods when they were undeniably human. I took the best parts of them to heart, while also taking the things that don't work for me.
There's one line in particular, that runs through my head, rent free. "Indie, you need more levity, your work is brilliant, but it's too heavy on its own". And I think about that all the time. I think about how I love the darkness as much as I hate it. I think about...
There's one line in particular, that runs through my head, rent free. "Indie, you need more levity, your work is brilliant, but it's too heavy on its own". And I think about that all the time. I think about how I love the darkness as much as I hate it. I think about...
#confessional
#identity
#myself
#nonfiction
#SelfReflection
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 4:14pm
5th Mar 2025 4:14pm
0 - Unfinished Poetry 52
Rare are sunbeams in my sea of black.
Roses have thorns when love is under attack.
Sanctify us with a holy glow and purify me,
To stop me becoming your ghost.
Memories linger. Put them out of my mind.
Empathy I lack to your kind of unkind.
It is wrapped in teeth made from barbwire
And it causes holy fire.
To my every smile I will watch it burn to ashes,
All the good inside.
Let me not hope for a kindly sign.
Set my signal pointing you all in the wrong way.
Let me fester.
I can't try today.
(C)2025...
Roses have thorns when love is under attack.
Sanctify us with a holy glow and purify me,
To stop me becoming your ghost.
Memories linger. Put them out of my mind.
Empathy I lack to your kind of unkind.
It is wrapped in teeth made from barbwire
And it causes holy fire.
To my every smile I will watch it burn to ashes,
All the good inside.
Let me not hope for a kindly sign.
Set my signal pointing you all in the wrong way.
Let me fester.
I can't try today.
(C)2025...
#LifeStruggles
#myself
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DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 8:47am
3rd Mar 2025 8:47am
Myself
Cold ...and empty
Wet concrete beneath my soles
Inhaling smoke, exhale regret
Looking back at the day that we met
Bold ...in plenty
Damp sidewalk beneath my toes
For all of my woes to lament
Don't think I know myself yet
It hurts to stand
But I can't lay down
How can broken hands,
Lift this crown?
Told ...already
As I sit down upon the curb
Fold ...when I met me
As I lay down upon these words
Wet concrete beneath my soles
Inhaling smoke, exhale regret
Looking back at the day that we met
Bold ...in plenty
Damp sidewalk beneath my toes
For all of my woes to lament
Don't think I know myself yet
It hurts to stand
But I can't lay down
How can broken hands,
Lift this crown?
Told ...already
As I sit down upon the curb
Fold ...when I met me
As I lay down upon these words
#learning
#myself
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 11:02am
23rd Feb 2025 11:02am
Why is this time different
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ 🪬 SHAMAN 🪬 I would like to tell you about my life at the age of 16 years old, upon a trip to the South of Lynette Alabama that I was requested, to attend because.my aunt Big Mama told my grandparents that it was imperative, that I attended the family reunion. When I asked my grandmother WHY 🤔 I was told I have to wait until we got there, at the reunion of the family. When we finally arrived at Big Mama's house 🏠 and I still wondered why, it was imperative that I be...
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#identity
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
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NoQuarter
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 2:50am
23rd Feb 2025 2:50am
Personal Weight
Why do i feel buried,
like I've dug my own grave?
Emotions feel heavy,
damn the weight of these long days.
like I've dug my own grave?
Emotions feel heavy,
damn the weight of these long days.
#myself
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Jade72
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 7:26pm
17th Feb 2025 7:26pm
Crossroads of my heart
Wich path to take at this stage of life
I thought I'd know which heart to show
But here I linger in this uncertain limbo
Torn between the warmth of love or traveling life solo
Part of me yearns for that special soul connection
To feel the love, the touch, the sweet oblivion
Of someone so dear, who'll cherish and adore
But another part of my heart values independence more
The freedom to roam, to soar life's breeze
To answer to none, to not ask please
Solitude's comfort, the peace that it brings
Is it proven to...
I thought I'd know which heart to show
But here I linger in this uncertain limbo
Torn between the warmth of love or traveling life solo
Part of me yearns for that special soul connection
To feel the love, the touch, the sweet oblivion
Of someone so dear, who'll cherish and adore
But another part of my heart values independence more
The freedom to roam, to soar life's breeze
To answer to none, to not ask please
Solitude's comfort, the peace that it brings
Is it proven to...
#identity
#love
#myself #TruthOfLife
#myself #TruthOfLife
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god_of_Confusion
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 9:15pm
16th Feb 2025 9:15pm
The stream of life
Skipped like a stone upon the stream of life,
you sink so quick but in the moment you float on.
The ripples.. reflecting each memory, a shimmer in the darkness of eternity.
Broadcasting a signal, a long lasting symbol of sheer perseverance,
cycles of suffering and satisfaction
understanding not even a fraction of oneself..
This game is endless and never won but it's simply played for fun.
I follow the flow of frequencies wherever they lead.
While temptations deceive gratitude brings peace.
In this evolution of self with moments...
you sink so quick but in the moment you float on.
The ripples.. reflecting each memory, a shimmer in the darkness of eternity.
Broadcasting a signal, a long lasting symbol of sheer perseverance,
cycles of suffering and satisfaction
understanding not even a fraction of oneself..
This game is endless and never won but it's simply played for fun.
I follow the flow of frequencies wherever they lead.
While temptations deceive gratitude brings peace.
In this evolution of self with moments...
#inspirational
#learning
#LifeCycle
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
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poetic_gawdess
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 6:26pm
16th Feb 2025 6:26pm
Desert Rose
Romeo once said,
“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”
It’s actually quite cute,
the pale comparison of a mundane flower,
that everyone can get their hands on.
But I let him and Juliet have that moment, you see?
It’s only because he’s never stumbled upon a rose quite like me.
Rare, delicate, protected by thorns and not afraid of the heat.
In fact, I thrive in it, come alive in it.
But be careful, you have to fight the urge to touch me..
Unless you want to feel me come alive in your veins..then maybe we can work something out. ...
“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”
It’s actually quite cute,
the pale comparison of a mundane flower,
that everyone can get their hands on.
But I let him and Juliet have that moment, you see?
It’s only because he’s never stumbled upon a rose quite like me.
Rare, delicate, protected by thorns and not afraid of the heat.
In fact, I thrive in it, come alive in it.
But be careful, you have to fight the urge to touch me..
Unless you want to feel me come alive in your veins..then maybe we can work something out. ...
#beauty
#myself
#seductive #temptation
#seductive #temptation
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 11:06am
15th Feb 2025 11:06am
Insane Visions
Create an illusion where nothing is something and everything is a parody
parody your own existence
existence through a mirror of deception
deception is a sneer through your tortured sanity
sanity is a vision
vision of insanity
parody your own existence
existence through a mirror of deception
deception is a sneer through your tortured sanity
sanity is a vision
vision of insanity
#myself
#philosophical
#SelfReflection
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missjem56
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 3:34pm
12th Feb 2025 3:34pm
Not You
"You
like
stale,
dry,
bread?"
"Also
drink
cold
tea,
tis
true!"
"But
that's
me,
not
you!"
by Jemia
like
stale,
dry,
bread?"
"Also
drink
cold
tea,
tis
true!"
"But
that's
me,
not
you!"
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself #satirical
#myself #satirical
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