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.
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Roads
Opens his arms to all the condemned
lays down his sword when overwhelmed
To puzzled and frail to comprehend
Rage fuelled agony all in his head
The now is his but the rest is lost again
A memory of laughter grazing his skin
Blood boiled in oil as he pretends
A parody of society now the 1%
Tired, boots laced up with no honor
A nostalgia from the past sad & somber
Sinking in his shame, red dagger, blue fire
Weights so heavy it crippled his posture
So..
when the world comes crashing down ...
lays down his sword when overwhelmed
To puzzled and frail to comprehend
Rage fuelled agony all in his head
The now is his but the rest is lost again
A memory of laughter grazing his skin
Blood boiled in oil as he pretends
A parody of society now the 1%
Tired, boots laced up with no honor
A nostalgia from the past sad & somber
Sinking in his shame, red dagger, blue fire
Weights so heavy it crippled his posture
So..
when the world comes crashing down ...
#loneliness
#myself
#SelfWorth #shame
#SelfWorth #shame
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Her Bandages
Where to begin
Let’s just say she takes it on Her chin
All of life’s misgivings
Lost in the middle of Her life
Her world full of constant strife
Their words cut like a knife
Nothing changes
Except Her bandages
Taking the high road didn’t do Her any favors
Just wanting things to stay the same flavor
Her clarity continues to waver
Perhaps Her dreams need to be put to rest
Maybe it’s all a test
To see if she can give it Her best
Nothing changes
Except...
Let’s just say she takes it on Her chin
All of life’s misgivings
Lost in the middle of Her life
Her world full of constant strife
Their words cut like a knife
Nothing changes
Except Her bandages
Taking the high road didn’t do Her any favors
Just wanting things to stay the same flavor
Her clarity continues to waver
Perhaps Her dreams need to be put to rest
Maybe it’s all a test
To see if she can give it Her best
Nothing changes
Except...
#sadness
#MentalHealth
#myself #disappointment
#myself #disappointment
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My Art
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#oppression
#myself
#WritingPoetry
#freedom
#art
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Three Tears Left My Eyes
And all of a sudden
I am measuring my arms
And wrists
Realizing they are the same size
As my little cousins leg
And I can still see my ribs
And I feel as though I am nothing but bone
And I look in the mirror
I see a skeleton
With bloodied limbs
Cut by its own fingernails
Now I cannot unsee that same skeleton
With its bloody hands
Covered over its old faded scars
I see it every time I look at me
And it asks
“Wouldn’t you like to see your blood again?”
I am measuring my arms
And wrists
Realizing they are the same size
As my little cousins leg
And I can still see my ribs
And I feel as though I am nothing but bone
And I look in the mirror
I see a skeleton
With bloodied limbs
Cut by its own fingernails
Now I cannot unsee that same skeleton
With its bloody hands
Covered over its old faded scars
I see it every time I look at me
And it asks
“Wouldn’t you like to see your blood again?”
#myself
#SelfHarm
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WALTZ
Somber, typical wake from sleep
Classical tunes to adorn routine
Bits of sustenance, a light snack
Deluge of caffeine, I like it black
Walk to nowhere and home again
This infinite waltz, my only friend
Classical tunes to adorn routine
Bits of sustenance, a light snack
Deluge of caffeine, I like it black
Walk to nowhere and home again
This infinite waltz, my only friend
#boredom
#LifeCycle
#myself
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Faking It
They say fake it
Until you make it
So that's what I try to do
I tell myself things
That seem like lies to me
Is it just in my head?
Am I imagining things
When I look in the mirror?
I see stuff that's not there
And don't see the things that are
You said that
You've been through it
That you once felt the same
And that lying to yourself
Is just the best way
So if I repeat to myself
That I'm beautiful
Just the way I am
Will I ever believe it
Just like you say?
Until you make it
So that's what I try to do
I tell myself things
That seem like lies to me
Is it just in my head?
Am I imagining things
When I look in the mirror?
I see stuff that's not there
And don't see the things that are
You said that
You've been through it
That you once felt the same
And that lying to yourself
Is just the best way
So if I repeat to myself
That I'm beautiful
Just the way I am
Will I ever believe it
Just like you say?
#frustration
#myself
#SelfWorth
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the shots i take
I've seen several things in the mirror; ultimately- I see a soul that's been yanged into a nightmare reality that often shows itself as such-while yet disguised as a wonderful "dream"....
this body that's been asigned to my "soul" occasionally wants to rest and sleep-there's not enough hours in a day.... I also see-someone who exist to escape one's existence "religiously "....
the only shots i take-that keep me warm throughout the night and day- are the ones that keep bars and spirit stores in business .... damn, what a...
this body that's been asigned to my "soul" occasionally wants to rest and sleep-there's not enough hours in a day.... I also see-someone who exist to escape one's existence "religiously "....
the only shots i take-that keep me warm throughout the night and day- are the ones that keep bars and spirit stores in business .... damn, what a...
#myself
#SelfReflection
#escape #FeelingTrapped
#escape #FeelingTrapped
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I Don’t Write Poems
I share my life
I open up my mouth
My heart
My head
Release
Every last thought
Until
I have the space
To breathe again
It’s much more cathartic
For me to post
Than to merely
Journal
Sometimes
I feel like
I owe ya’ll an apology
For treating DUP
Like my diary
I mean,
You could choose
To not read me
But what kind of fun is that?
I open up my mouth
My heart
My head
Release
Every last thought
Until
I have the space
To breathe again
It’s much more cathartic
For me to post
Than to merely
Journal
Sometimes
I feel like
I owe ya’ll an apology
For treating DUP
Like my diary
I mean,
You could choose
To not read me
But what kind of fun is that?
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself #WritingPoetry
#myself #WritingPoetry
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Fight
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#FeelingLost
#myself
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Euphoria
Memories began to fade..
I could no longer relive the days,
that I used to know.
Nor could I be the girl, I used to be.
An entirely different version of myself
I am not the same girl, that you see.
How I long for the feelings of euphoria,
to come and visit me.
In the instant I was happy, wild, young, and carefree.
Adulthood reared its hand back and slapped me in the face,
and now I feel like I am trapped in the sunken place.
Wanting to crawl out of this hole
that I have so blindly dug on my own accord.
I am in...
I could no longer relive the days,
that I used to know.
Nor could I be the girl, I used to be.
An entirely different version of myself
I am not the same girl, that you see.
How I long for the feelings of euphoria,
to come and visit me.
In the instant I was happy, wild, young, and carefree.
Adulthood reared its hand back and slapped me in the face,
and now I feel like I am trapped in the sunken place.
Wanting to crawl out of this hole
that I have so blindly dug on my own accord.
I am in...
#happiness
#hope
#myself #sadness
#myself #sadness
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Gravity
Gravity pull me down
it's all just gloom and doom
Take me far below
boxed up to a tomb
It's not worth holding on
already lost my grip
I'm ready to take the fall
on board the final trip
Prepped up for this ride
your high way under ground
I don't intend to stop
don't wanna turn around
Gonna just dive right in
right there I will stay
Long ago I just gave up
and booked my getaway
Gravity take me home
come on - set me free!
Make this wrong right again
had just about enough of...
it's all just gloom and doom
Take me far below
boxed up to a tomb
It's not worth holding on
already lost my grip
I'm ready to take the fall
on board the final trip
Prepped up for this ride
your high way under ground
I don't intend to stop
don't wanna turn around
Gonna just dive right in
right there I will stay
Long ago I just gave up
and booked my getaway
Gravity take me home
come on - set me free!
Make this wrong right again
had just about enough of...
#acceptance
#choices
#myself
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passing myself
since i
kept going,
changing
my mind,
changing
directions,
back and
forth
so much,
i believe
i passed
myself
several
times along
the way.
kept going,
changing
my mind,
changing
directions,
back and
forth
so much,
i believe
i passed
myself
several
times along
the way.
#choices
#confusion
#identity #myself
#identity #myself
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