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.
AngelofAnarchy
RaysNewWorld
RaysNewWorld
Poem Published
Today 00:44am
Today 00:44am
Book of Shadows 1
01/18/2020
I have considered myself a Wiccan for many years, and I practiced frequently at first. These days, I rarely think about it. I am going to get back into my craft and truly devote myself. I will use this as a temporary Book of Shadows so that I can look back on my thoughts for many years to come. I have been encouraged to communicate with my familiar more. I have known he was mine for a long time, but it was hard to let myself accept the Goddess's advice when I was in a troubled state. I am also going to be working on defining my exact beliefs using this BoS. So far I know...
I have considered myself a Wiccan for many years, and I practiced frequently at first. These days, I rarely think about it. I am going to get back into my craft and truly devote myself. I will use this as a temporary Book of Shadows so that I can look back on my thoughts for many years to come. I have been encouraged to communicate with my familiar more. I have known he was mine for a long time, but it was hard to let myself accept the Goddess's advice when I was in a troubled state. I am also going to be working on defining my exact beliefs using this BoS. So far I know...
#myself
#pagan
#meditation
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marina2020
Rain Woman
Rain Woman
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:57am
Yesterday 6:57am
Writing About Writing
I like to write about writing and poetry
Maybe it's because I love words
And I love the physical act of writing
Maybe I'm just indecisive and can never pick a topic to write about
Or maybe I'm not that good of a poet
But I enjoy writing wherever my mind takes me
Even though it always finds it's way back to this
Writing about writing
Confusing, I know
I often dwell on if anyone would understand what I wrote
And if I should add more or add less
My mind is constantly running with thousands of questions and thoughts
Now that I think...
Maybe it's because I love words
And I love the physical act of writing
Maybe I'm just indecisive and can never pick a topic to write about
Or maybe I'm not that good of a poet
But I enjoy writing wherever my mind takes me
Even though it always finds it's way back to this
Writing about writing
Confusing, I know
I often dwell on if anyone would understand what I wrote
And if I should add more or add less
My mind is constantly running with thousands of questions and thoughts
Now that I think...
#myself
#WritingPoetry
18 reads
3 Comments
Juvenalis66
Juvenalis
Juvenalis
Poem Published
16th Jan 2020 7:49am
16th Jan 2020 7:49am
Reflecting at dawn
I don't believe in rainbows
nor in pots of gold,
I don't worship my ego
as I don't worship at all.
I live in all humility,
humbly serving humanity.
Sentenced to exile in foreign land,
surrendering to the power
dominating all mankind.
I seek knowledge to be empowered.
I hail her divinity
as a man devoutly should.
The moralista claims
perfection is in the do's and don'ts,
but such beauty is in a whip,
that breaks the spirit and livelyhoods.
It tares away the will of man
without ways to make...
nor in pots of gold,
I don't worship my ego
as I don't worship at all.
I live in all humility,
humbly serving humanity.
Sentenced to exile in foreign land,
surrendering to the power
dominating all mankind.
I seek knowledge to be empowered.
I hail her divinity
as a man devoutly should.
The moralista claims
perfection is in the do's and don'ts,
but such beauty is in a whip,
that breaks the spirit and livelyhoods.
It tares away the will of man
without ways to make...
#depression
#myself
#emptiness #SelfDiscovery
#emptiness #SelfDiscovery
51 reads
17 Comments
Countygal
Poem Published
15th Jan 2020 11:09pm
15th Jan 2020 11:09pm
The girl in the mirror
Tousled hair framing her face
Blue eyes staring back at me
Sighing she turns away
Was this all they could see
A china doll
A trophey on a shelf
Her mind full of knowledge
Made keep it too herself
Unwanted looks
Unsavory attention
Her hopes and dreams
They never got a mention
Wear a fake smile
Answer with grace
Play the part
As long as she showed her face
Turning back to face me
A smile of true happiness
Shining up into her eyes
Now seen for all she is ...
Blue eyes staring back at me
Sighing she turns away
Was this all they could see
A china doll
A trophey on a shelf
Her mind full of knowledge
Made keep it too herself
Unwanted looks
Unsavory attention
Her hopes and dreams
They never got a mention
Wear a fake smile
Answer with grace
Play the part
As long as she showed her face
Turning back to face me
A smile of true happiness
Shining up into her eyes
Now seen for all she is ...
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection
35 reads
5 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
15th Jan 2020 7:54pm
15th Jan 2020 7:54pm
The Animal of Infinite Imagination
Proem:
Do you know what genius is
I summon it
It is the jinn
I beckon
With fire and smoke
Corruption permeates everything, cracks in everything and the enigma of everything is that it is defined best by its flaws, by what it lacks, what will hurt it, what will destroy it. I would have to fall down and worship if I paused and allowed myself to know and believe that its flaws are its beauty. That its tenderness lies in its vulnerabilities. That these are a gravity against which all things labor, the weakest points, these crack and splinter,...
Do you know what genius is
I summon it
It is the jinn
I beckon
With fire and smoke
Corruption permeates everything, cracks in everything and the enigma of everything is that it is defined best by its flaws, by what it lacks, what will hurt it, what will destroy it. I would have to fall down and worship if I paused and allowed myself to know and believe that its flaws are its beauty. That its tenderness lies in its vulnerabilities. That these are a gravity against which all things labor, the weakest points, these crack and splinter,...
#strength
#science
#universe
#TruthOfLife
#myself
77 reads
9 Comments
Peanut
Poem Published
14th Jan 2020 6:33pm
14th Jan 2020 6:33pm
And While We Are Writing Letters.
The insane way
you know
just far too much
about everybody
like an oak
steadfast,
solid,
yet listening in her leaves;
telling stories
blowing them through branches
watching them drift
through the wind.
Snow pettals
landing
at her trunk
ungarded
Well, I've allways wondered
what you told your
sailors
about me.
I've tailored the
the accreditation
in
my
head.
you know
just far too much
about everybody
like an oak
steadfast,
solid,
yet listening in her leaves;
telling stories
blowing them through branches
watching them drift
through the wind.
Snow pettals
landing
at her trunk
ungarded
Well, I've allways wondered
what you told your
sailors
about me.
I've tailored the
the accreditation
in
my
head.
#honesty
#myself
15 reads
1 Comment
direlegion
dire legion
dire legion
Poem Published
13th Jan 2020 1:54pm
13th Jan 2020 1:54pm
[Slow Suicide]
#mirror
#myself
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
29 reads
2 Comments
delanee
Poem Published
13th Jan 2020 11:50am
13th Jan 2020 11:50am
Poetry on High : Volume III
I shed my skin tonight.
In the morning you will still know me
You won't notice the fundamental changes.
For the better.
For worse.
For ever.
The game and its rules keep changing.
But I will always remember fondly
When this 'I' was me.
In the morning you will still know me
You won't notice the fundamental changes.
For the better.
For worse.
For ever.
The game and its rules keep changing.
But I will always remember fondly
When this 'I' was me.
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection
28 reads
3 Comments
direlegion
dire legion
dire legion
Poem Published
13th Jan 2020 9:21am
13th Jan 2020 9:21am
[The Nephilim]
k
always been the wild one
the favorite son, the demon spawn
a force of nature, exploding on the earth
high IQ, no ones fool, the savage one
cunning and ravaging on the run
fuck this peyote's good
oh and how I love my females
outta all the boys and girls
in the hoe fucking world
oh how I love their sex
and I am so fucking good with it
so rest your head
and let’s go to bed
I’ll slip down between
and I’ll make you scream
Yeah
(rainbow puke - draft)
...
always been the wild one
the favorite son, the demon spawn
a force of nature, exploding on the earth
high IQ, no ones fool, the savage one
cunning and ravaging on the run
fuck this peyote's good
oh and how I love my females
outta all the boys and girls
in the hoe fucking world
oh how I love their sex
and I am so fucking good with it
so rest your head
and let’s go to bed
I’ll slip down between
and I’ll make you scream
Yeah
(rainbow puke - draft)
...
#identity
#confessional
#myself
#confusion
#SelfReflection
29 reads
3 Comments
marina2020
Rain Woman
Rain Woman
Poem Published
13th Jan 2020 8:40am
13th Jan 2020 8:40am
Who Am I?
Lately
I do not know
...
I can't seem to figure me out
But at least I've gotten this far
...
Honestly
I do not know where to begin
How does one "find themselves"
I didn't even know I was lost
...
My world has collapsed
And now all the things I knew for sure
Are gone
Leaving me hollow and confused
...
I'm trying my best to be the person I want to be
I have a lot of passion and dreams
And I've gained many scars
...
I feel like I'm spending too much time dreaming about things that will never...
I do not know
...
I can't seem to figure me out
But at least I've gotten this far
...
Honestly
I do not know where to begin
How does one "find themselves"
I didn't even know I was lost
...
My world has collapsed
And now all the things I knew for sure
Are gone
Leaving me hollow and confused
...
I'm trying my best to be the person I want to be
I have a lot of passion and dreams
And I've gained many scars
...
I feel like I'm spending too much time dreaming about things that will never...
#identity
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
39 reads
7 Comments
Inkerpoet
Poem Published
13th Jan 2020 00:10am
13th Jan 2020 00:10am
it had to be done
you took everything.
and as the clouds loomed
the roach farted.
the old man said goodnight,
as the cat chased
a dildo down the street.
i sent a paper plane out
of the window,
it was a love letter.
and as the clouds loomed
the roach farted.
the old man said goodnight,
as the cat chased
a dildo down the street.
i sent a paper plane out
of the window,
it was a love letter.
#love
#funny
#myself #LifeCycle
#myself #LifeCycle
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0 Comments
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
12th Jan 2020 6:43am
12th Jan 2020 6:43am
Moonray
Moon
Night Bloom
Unneeded Tomb
Beauty to me
Finger caressing the leaf
Collecting dew for the pond
Breathe
Dig Deep
Strike the vein
Golden oxygen again
Finger passing the ribcage
Of mine
Of yours
These are beauty to me
Blessed to take notice
Seconds gone in a blink
I'm in moment
Night Bloom
Unneeded Tomb
Beauty to me
Finger caressing the leaf
Collecting dew for the pond
Breathe
Dig Deep
Strike the vein
Golden oxygen again
Finger passing the ribcage
Of mine
Of yours
These are beauty to me
Blessed to take notice
Seconds gone in a blink
I'm in moment
#love
#myself
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