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.
Em-ily
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:58pm
Yesterday 7:58pm
Attempting
to conjecture explanation appears so often to be excuse.
#myself
11 reads
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
24th Sep 2020 5:25pm
24th Sep 2020 5:25pm
Chasing My Master’s Degree While Running In The Opposite Direction
Wow... as they say time has flew, it has passed me by unto who I stand for today.
I am four days from entering my last year of obtaining a hard long drawn out process to receive my Master’s Degree in Nursing and Psychology as my minor.
It was just yesterday with my stamped passport in hand from the Republic of Haiti and my grann telling me not to return into our generation to heal has been met… the day I got off that Delta flight, and entered college would change the course of my college years, well into my adulthood.
The self-sacrifices I had to make just to...
I am four days from entering my last year of obtaining a hard long drawn out process to receive my Master’s Degree in Nursing and Psychology as my minor.
It was just yesterday with my stamped passport in hand from the Republic of Haiti and my grann telling me not to return into our generation to heal has been met… the day I got off that Delta flight, and entered college would change the course of my college years, well into my adulthood.
The self-sacrifices I had to make just to...
#identity
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
37 reads
38 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2020 10:48pm
22nd Sep 2020 10:48pm
From Time -
I can give of myself
I am not real,
come like winds
shed out loud,
place each gentle
thought in place,
outside my window
watching in, out,
delicately transcend
tracing back,
before man was given
his breath,
I, being invisible
disappear,
never being at all,
and forever
again.
I am not real,
come like winds
shed out loud,
place each gentle
thought in place,
outside my window
watching in, out,
delicately transcend
tracing back,
before man was given
his breath,
I, being invisible
disappear,
never being at all,
and forever
again.
#identity
#memories
#myself
#acceptance
#choices
33 reads
2 Comments
marina2020
Rain Woman
Rain Woman
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 7:40pm
21st Sep 2020 7:40pm
Drowning In Thoughts
I feel like I’m drowning
In a world so hopeless
Like my mind is just plunging deep into the abyss
I feel my lungs fill with water
Making breathing impossible
As my mind spirals farther into the darkness
My body is fighting
But my mind has already given up
Accepting the fact that I can’t reach the surface
Knowing I’m going to drown
Right here
Alone
With nothing but my thoughts
In a world so hopeless
Like my mind is just plunging deep into the abyss
I feel my lungs fill with water
Making breathing impossible
As my mind spirals farther into the darkness
My body is fighting
But my mind has already given up
Accepting the fact that I can’t reach the surface
Knowing I’m going to drown
Right here
Alone
With nothing but my thoughts
#depression
#water
#confessional #myself
#confessional #myself
44 reads
4 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 4:38pm
21st Sep 2020 4:38pm
writing
scavenging for inspiration; like "capturing fire flies in the night time; how one's skin is showered by the sunshine...."
a place between reaching for creativity or just lying still....
a place between reaching for creativity or just lying still....
#WritersBlock
#myself
#WritingPoetry
29 reads
DevilsChild
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 7:47am
21st Sep 2020 7:47am
Loud American
I wish I could tell everyone I meet
everything that makes me special
how I wish I could convey my deepest thoughts
show how smart I think I am
don't want any secrets
want to put all my cards down
show them off to everybody who doubted me
don't want to gloat
just want to show
I am more than appearance
guess I can't find the right words to say
like a rat trapped in ah cage
I scream and claw at my surroundings
I'm the loud American
oh how I have loved
and how I have lost
ashamed of the...
everything that makes me special
how I wish I could convey my deepest thoughts
show how smart I think I am
don't want any secrets
want to put all my cards down
show them off to everybody who doubted me
don't want to gloat
just want to show
I am more than appearance
guess I can't find the right words to say
like a rat trapped in ah cage
I scream and claw at my surroundings
I'm the loud American
oh how I have loved
and how I have lost
ashamed of the...
#depression
#myself
41 reads
0 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
20th Sep 2020 4:30pm
20th Sep 2020 4:30pm
Little Drops of Me
Visual Entry
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories #myself
#memories #myself
108 reads
10 Comments
Seemtress
Poem Published
18th Sep 2020 8:58am
18th Sep 2020 8:58am
Suffocation
I've grown, I've changed
I don't feel the same
This now feels so forced
Can I just quit this game?
Empty inside
Where's the passion C'mon!
I'm losing myself
Going, going, going...gone
I can't talk to you now
You won't accept these true words
You think love can be forced
Not with this firebird
Maybe this is it?
All I'll get in this life
Stuck with the labels you're given
Bitch, Cook, Mother, Lover, Wife
Fuck your shit stories
I don't want to hear them
Piss off with your perfect...
I don't feel the same
This now feels so forced
Can I just quit this game?
Empty inside
Where's the passion C'mon!
I'm losing myself
Going, going, going...gone
I can't talk to you now
You won't accept these true words
You think love can be forced
Not with this firebird
Maybe this is it?
All I'll get in this life
Stuck with the labels you're given
Bitch, Cook, Mother, Lover, Wife
Fuck your shit stories
I don't want to hear them
Piss off with your perfect...
#anger
#LifeStruggles
#myself
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
68 reads
4 Comments
unnifaomsl
Poem Published
17th Sep 2020 5:46pm
17th Sep 2020 5:46pm
Like Me
I hold everything inside
and I can't remember the grocery list,
or what time I need to be at that meeting
but i remember watching basketball with my dad
and like a million different songs
I remember all the restaurants i've been to
and all the books ive read
and i am beginning to realize
it's because those memories are dense.
they have a weight to them
yet they float right to the surface of my mind
as if no time has passed.
it's because of this that everything can be traumatizing.
there are confines of happiness and one...
and I can't remember the grocery list,
or what time I need to be at that meeting
but i remember watching basketball with my dad
and like a million different songs
I remember all the restaurants i've been to
and all the books ive read
and i am beginning to realize
it's because those memories are dense.
they have a weight to them
yet they float right to the surface of my mind
as if no time has passed.
it's because of this that everything can be traumatizing.
there are confines of happiness and one...
#myself
33 reads
2 Comments
plexus
Poem Published
17th Sep 2020 3:55am
17th Sep 2020 3:55am
Dear reader
Dear reader,
I'm looking for my voice. Well, i'm not quite sure i can call it mine yet, considering i've never seen or heard it. I've never touched it and I've certainly never considered it significant until now. Before now I blended in backgrounds and felt eager to lend my hands and heart to the voice of another. Feeding off of them like a parasite. Absorbing information and regurgitating it. But now, I'm in free fall. It's not like before. I stand on calf legs and I'm covered in vernix. The waxy white goo babies arrive bundled in like a neat and sticky package. Ten fingers, ten toes...
I'm looking for my voice. Well, i'm not quite sure i can call it mine yet, considering i've never seen or heard it. I've never touched it and I've certainly never considered it significant until now. Before now I blended in backgrounds and felt eager to lend my hands and heart to the voice of another. Feeding off of them like a parasite. Absorbing information and regurgitating it. But now, I'm in free fall. It's not like before. I stand on calf legs and I'm covered in vernix. The waxy white goo babies arrive bundled in like a neat and sticky package. Ten fingers, ten toes...
#identity
#confessional
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
45 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
16th Sep 2020 8:54pm
16th Sep 2020 8:54pm
I Am Who I Am
Some earthly beings conspire of great peaks to configure my inner mysteries
I am just a melanin Queen by the lineage of my Creole creed
By the grace of the universe, here to shine by the tick tock of Father Time
There is no secret where love is to be found, always, between the nature of inner thighs
Do I dare apologize when you touch the inner core and listen to my sultry lullabies
Should I, I think not, my mind is alert, yet
attentive, attuned, fortified when at rest
A blessed one not to bow down to foolishness and refrain from getting upset ...
I am just a melanin Queen by the lineage of my Creole creed
By the grace of the universe, here to shine by the tick tock of Father Time
There is no secret where love is to be found, always, between the nature of inner thighs
Do I dare apologize when you touch the inner core and listen to my sultry lullabies
Should I, I think not, my mind is alert, yet
attentive, attuned, fortified when at rest
A blessed one not to bow down to foolishness and refrain from getting upset ...
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
107 reads
41 Comments
PurpuraBuho
Poem Published
16th Sep 2020 8:08am
16th Sep 2020 8:08am
I am
I draw my boundaries in pencil
as my heart steps across the line.
I stand fast next to my shortcomings
and dust off my life lessons
wrapped in mistakes
because on Tuesday
I realized once again
I am more than just routine
and expectations.
I am free,
I am whole,
I am me
and I may dream
as my heart steps across the line.
I stand fast next to my shortcomings
and dust off my life lessons
wrapped in mistakes
because on Tuesday
I realized once again
I am more than just routine
and expectations.
I am free,
I am whole,
I am me
and I may dream
#myself
59 reads
5 Comments
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