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.
RByron418
Poem Published
Today 3:56am
Today 3:56am
envy
i need to become someone else
just to be myself,
shed my identity and fake it till
I can make it – success is a matter of self-delusion.
to maybe or Must
alleviate the fear that everyone hates what i do,
delude delude
allude allude -
there's too much fear imposed upon creativity -
to be an artist is as courageous
as a death wish,
a promise of poverty,
a fulfillment of rejection -
your whole life is on the line,
your whole sense of self-worth is cocooned in the words
or the paint
or the...
just to be myself,
shed my identity and fake it till
I can make it – success is a matter of self-delusion.
to maybe or Must
alleviate the fear that everyone hates what i do,
delude delude
allude allude -
there's too much fear imposed upon creativity -
to be an artist is as courageous
as a death wish,
a promise of poverty,
a fulfillment of rejection -
your whole life is on the line,
your whole sense of self-worth is cocooned in the words
or the paint
or the...
#jealousy
#lies
#myself
#hypocrisy
#SelfWorth
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SBiscBoi
Poem Published
7th Dec 2019 6:02am
7th Dec 2019 6:02am
Who am I?
Who am I?
I know my name
I know my date of birth
I even know my place of birth
But who am I?
Some think I'm smart
Some think I'm a retard
Some consider me strong
Some consider me weak
Some say I'm so weak, it would be too unfair to compete
Some say I'm so fast, it's like I have the worlds quickest feet
Some say they can see exactly who I am on the outside
But who am I on the inside?
I love to write, I love to draw
However neither of them i'm good at at all
I love math, I love science
Sure i can...
I know my name
I know my date of birth
I even know my place of birth
But who am I?
Some think I'm smart
Some think I'm a retard
Some consider me strong
Some consider me weak
Some say I'm so weak, it would be too unfair to compete
Some say I'm so fast, it's like I have the worlds quickest feet
Some say they can see exactly who I am on the outside
But who am I on the inside?
I love to write, I love to draw
However neither of them i'm good at at all
I love math, I love science
Sure i can...
#loneliness
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection
#emptiness
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Blackwolf
Poem Published
6th Dec 2019 5:41pm
6th Dec 2019 5:41pm
Dox Soup
Since I Am , SELF Doxology
With Time I Add Chronology ,
What Is This Psi College Me
This Human Animal Zoology
All I Feel As Real My Equation
Causation Station Mentation
The Name Of Fame Elation
Yet You Can Bet interrelation
With Time I Add Chronology ,
What Is This Psi College Me
This Human Animal Zoology
All I Feel As Real My Equation
Causation Station Mentation
The Name Of Fame Elation
Yet You Can Bet interrelation
#mirror
#memories
#myself
22 reads
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Lawrence45
Poem Published
5th Dec 2019 4:52pm
5th Dec 2019 4:52pm
Dimly lit candle light
Carrying the dimly lit candle light that struggles to glint
Feel the cold biting breeze as you wander the abyss
That moves like swift hands to smother the flame quick
Nothing but this sunless void will ever exist
The life of that light being your only wish
When you try to run, remember there's no where to fix
That dimly lit candle light
Its all you know
When that light fades
In your heart it will start to snow
Your pain from many dark days are what steals it's glow
...
Feel the cold biting breeze as you wander the abyss
That moves like swift hands to smother the flame quick
Nothing but this sunless void will ever exist
The life of that light being your only wish
When you try to run, remember there's no where to fix
That dimly lit candle light
Its all you know
When that light fades
In your heart it will start to snow
Your pain from many dark days are what steals it's glow
...
#anxiety
#depression
#myself
#PTSD
#emptiness
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PenneyWyze
Poem Published
4th Dec 2019 2:05pm
4th Dec 2019 2:05pm
Poetic Purpose
Paper, so fragile, so delicate
Stronger than anyone I've met
Holding on to all my woes
As on and on and on I go
Pen so steadfast, so rigid
Attentively helping me spill my head
Ready for war, for love, for all
In precision, in chaos, the letters fall
One by one the words are slain
As they are conceived inside my brain
Given life through flowing ink
Eternally into the paper they sink
Thoughts of love, of lust, of woe
Through intricate layers, thoughts unfold
How many pens have I sacrificed
How many...
Stronger than anyone I've met
Holding on to all my woes
As on and on and on I go
Pen so steadfast, so rigid
Attentively helping me spill my head
Ready for war, for love, for all
In precision, in chaos, the letters fall
One by one the words are slain
As they are conceived inside my brain
Given life through flowing ink
Eternally into the paper they sink
Thoughts of love, of lust, of woe
Through intricate layers, thoughts unfold
How many pens have I sacrificed
How many...
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#SelfReflection
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Ancy
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2019 1:35pm
3rd Dec 2019 1:35pm
Divine, Amazing, Incomparable
It’s no more a taboo
It’s universal
The world does it
It’s not a sin
It has to be done in private
Sometimes I do it on my back
Sometimes sitting on my chair
Sometimes standing before the mirror
Clit is a pleasure power house
It has only one purpose, to give pleasure
If it’s not used, then it’s wasted
My clit and I aren’t hung up on location
I do it everywhere, but privately
Digging isn’t always required
A mere stroking it can do wonders
The tip of the fingers can send shock waves
My fingers are my clit’s best...
It’s universal
The world does it
It’s not a sin
It has to be done in private
Sometimes I do it on my back
Sometimes sitting on my chair
Sometimes standing before the mirror
Clit is a pleasure power house
It has only one purpose, to give pleasure
If it’s not used, then it’s wasted
My clit and I aren’t hung up on location
I do it everywhere, but privately
Digging isn’t always required
A mere stroking it can do wonders
The tip of the fingers can send shock waves
My fingers are my clit’s best...
#myself
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1 Comment
Pishashee
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2019 2:20am
3rd Dec 2019 2:20am
12/2/2019 Eastside village
From my upper step,
through the streets
I hear lady Greensleeves playing.
The temp is cold
and the clouds are misty.
Christmas lights are hung
here and there,
and the wind in the trees
it picks up an autumn leaf
and takes it dancing.
And the moon, it
becomes a slender white.
I hear gunshots often, here,
and hardly know what to think,
and the sirens; I've become
numb to this brazen eastside village,
quite thankful for those that don't know me.
Later on I'll go...
through the streets
I hear lady Greensleeves playing.
The temp is cold
and the clouds are misty.
Christmas lights are hung
here and there,
and the wind in the trees
it picks up an autumn leaf
and takes it dancing.
And the moon, it
becomes a slender white.
I hear gunshots often, here,
and hardly know what to think,
and the sirens; I've become
numb to this brazen eastside village,
quite thankful for those that don't know me.
Later on I'll go...
#courage
#inspirational
#myself
#SelfReflection
#gratitude
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Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Bumped 2nd Dec 2019 6:33pm
17th Jun 2019 4:51am
17th Jun 2019 4:51am
Coddiwompling
Rising with the sun of heated desires
I remove the crusty crabbiness from my eyes
clamor to the bowl of let go and release
the past, repast of yesterday
Disliking the clinginess of morning
sweaters I brush off teeth and tongue
in preparation to another vague
destination
I am still neither here nor there
before I make and consume
at least my first
cup of
black morning after sleep elixir
awake - not certain how much –
now time to scribble in my journal
dreams, goals fat with kindness
inkwells...
I remove the crusty crabbiness from my eyes
clamor to the bowl of let go and release
the past, repast of yesterday
Disliking the clinginess of morning
sweaters I brush off teeth and tongue
in preparation to another vague
destination
I am still neither here nor there
before I make and consume
at least my first
cup of
black morning after sleep elixir
awake - not certain how much –
now time to scribble in my journal
dreams, goals fat with kindness
inkwells...
#dreams
#spiritual
#myself #travel
#myself #travel
178 reads
14 Comments
Inkerpoet
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2019 00:36am
2nd Dec 2019 00:36am
WOMAN IN RED SHIRT
in my odd days
have I broken my own heart.
oh I have I tell you, I have.
I have broken my heart
in sacrilegious and needless amounts.
in ways that i can't or may never return.
so oftentimes we turn outward to blame.
where was god?
where was god to save me
from myself?
where was god to snatch the blade
out of my hand,
the harlot out of my bed,
the heathen out of my mind?
where was god
on those depraved, drunken nights
full of starless skies,
where I wandered like a wino
down neighborhood
sidewalks, ...
have I broken my own heart.
oh I have I tell you, I have.
I have broken my heart
in sacrilegious and needless amounts.
in ways that i can't or may never return.
so oftentimes we turn outward to blame.
where was god?
where was god to save me
from myself?
where was god to snatch the blade
out of my hand,
the harlot out of my bed,
the heathen out of my mind?
where was god
on those depraved, drunken nights
full of starless skies,
where I wandered like a wino
down neighborhood
sidewalks, ...
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#myself #LifeCycle
#myself #LifeCycle
40 reads
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Suicidal_EvilOne
Poem Published
30th Nov 2019 7:47am
30th Nov 2019 7:47am
Fading light
Theres a light in us al that shines bright reflecting our happiness and self confidence.through the years the light in me has faded.everything in me has altered into what states back at me in the mirror.who is this girl so empty so confused.lost all hope all love for ones self.try to distract these thaughts with crafts cooking or art but I still feel everything's falling apart.its so cold dark and alone in here.its life I'm starting to fear.this anxiety makes me feel worthless how do I fix this fading light...
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness
#myself
#emptiness
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nikkimoe
Poem Published
29th Nov 2019 10:21pm
29th Nov 2019 10:21pm
Who Ya Gonna Call?
He said he wanted
to get screwed.
I stole his wallet
cell phone, car keys
and his blue jeans.
It's all in how you word things.
Now, to spend his money.......
to get screwed.
I stole his wallet
cell phone, car keys
and his blue jeans.
It's all in how you word things.
Now, to spend his money.......
#money
#cars
#myself
44 reads
5 Comments
Tink_Romero
Poem Published
29th Nov 2019 8:43am
29th Nov 2019 8:43am
Movement Is Needed
What is it before me that I dare see?
Why must it be objectified before me as I watch?
Surely there are others whose view must match mine?
If not, then they shall not die
Nothing wrong with a good or bad point of view.
Opinions they all are at the end, even mine.
Truthful, many call me. Yet I despise the word so.
Labels placed upon me as if they dare to see I.
Opinions of oneself is the hardest to verify, for one might only see the bad inside.
Agreeing to see good for those few or many or none but I, might prove to be a task that none can pass by. ...
Why must it be objectified before me as I watch?
Surely there are others whose view must match mine?
If not, then they shall not die
Nothing wrong with a good or bad point of view.
Opinions they all are at the end, even mine.
Truthful, many call me. Yet I despise the word so.
Labels placed upon me as if they dare to see I.
Opinions of oneself is the hardest to verify, for one might only see the bad inside.
Agreeing to see good for those few or many or none but I, might prove to be a task that none can pass by. ...
#myself
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