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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We Watched a Movie
Ever get lost in the screen
Enveloped in the journey, the imagery
Becoming one with the process
Larger than life?
I can always see parts of me there
And then there I am
Sitting in my seat
Raging, laughing, crying
Making my friend crazy
Making him wish he had known it would be like this
But how could he not?
Not the quiet type by any means
I AM the experience
I am me
Thankfully
Enveloped in the journey, the imagery
Becoming one with the process
Larger than life?
I can always see parts of me there
And then there I am
Sitting in my seat
Raging, laughing, crying
Making my friend crazy
Making him wish he had known it would be like this
But how could he not?
Not the quiet type by any means
I AM the experience
I am me
Thankfully
#confessional
#myself
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dream breeze
I sat there
pretending I didn't see you
and that I didn't want to be yours
distracted from being myself
I sat there
you passed me there
you passed me there
you passed me there
I stayed there
pretending I didn't hear you
and that I couldn't be yours
abstracted from myself
I stayed there
you passed me there
you passed me there
you passed me there
I dreamed of myself there
feeling your skin
passing by me in the breeze
on a sugary morning
I dreamed of myself there.
pretending I didn't see you
and that I didn't want to be yours
distracted from being myself
I sat there
you passed me there
you passed me there
you passed me there
I stayed there
pretending I didn't hear you
and that I couldn't be yours
abstracted from myself
I stayed there
you passed me there
you passed me there
you passed me there
I dreamed of myself there
feeling your skin
passing by me in the breeze
on a sugary morning
I dreamed of myself there.
#love
#wind
#mirror
#myself
#mystery
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Black Hole Heart
My black hole heart
will suck in every ounce of love you give
and still be
empty
Once your acts of kindness
cross my event horizon
no matter how monumental your efforts
they will be crushed by the gravity of my need
into an infinitesimal
meaningless
speck
until you are
ultimately
frustrated to tears
and leave me
bereft
.
will suck in every ounce of love you give
and still be
empty
Once your acts of kindness
cross my event horizon
no matter how monumental your efforts
they will be crushed by the gravity of my need
into an infinitesimal
meaningless
speck
until you are
ultimately
frustrated to tears
and leave me
bereft
.
#shame
#myself
#despair #emptiness
#despair #emptiness
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The Edge
If I were to die today
Would anybody care?
Would they finally notice me
Or would I get that familiar blank stare?
They think it's a game I play
The hurt I feel inside.
All the harsh and cutting works
The pain I can no longer hide.
As I stand here on the edge
Shouting one more cry for help
Would you leave me standing there
Or try to help save me from myself?
All I need is someone to listen
Somebody who cares to hear
what goes on inside my head
And to help me fight my fear.
So if I were...
Would anybody care?
Would they finally notice me
Or would I get that familiar blank stare?
They think it's a game I play
The hurt I feel inside.
All the harsh and cutting works
The pain I can no longer hide.
As I stand here on the edge
Shouting one more cry for help
Would you leave me standing there
Or try to help save me from myself?
All I need is someone to listen
Somebody who cares to hear
what goes on inside my head
And to help me fight my fear.
So if I were...
#MyInspiration
#myself
#emptiness #SelfWorth
#emptiness #SelfWorth
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the mind, the body, the conflicted soul, and bondaged spirit
questions that coats one's mind-typically associate with one's human baggage being left behind; no longer plagued as much from what's on the outside; no use in looking "alive" while half of one has already "died";
mirrored reflections on more or less a similar time line-brings perspective like saturation throughout and despite these physical confines; how i feel so pulled at both ends separate-how connected yet just as disconnected-like a prepping for one's exit;
I tend to stare into the eyes of...
mirrored reflections on more or less a similar time line-brings perspective like saturation throughout and despite these physical confines; how i feel so pulled at both ends separate-how connected yet just as disconnected-like a prepping for one's exit;
I tend to stare into the eyes of...
#peace
#spiritual
#myself
#LifeCycle
#FeelingTrapped
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And…
There have been many times I’ve tried to right wrongs
To forgive many and myself
To be the best person I can be
To emulate love
And sometimes I forget all that
I wallow in judgement and pain
Self sabotage and sacrifice
Forget all I’ve known
Cease to exist in the realm of my understanding
When am I going to wake up?
To forgive many and myself
To be the best person I can be
To emulate love
And sometimes I forget all that
I wallow in judgement and pain
Self sabotage and sacrifice
Forget all I’ve known
Cease to exist in the realm of my understanding
When am I going to wake up?
#myself
#SelfReflection
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happy juice effect
from just the way things are aligned-to wished upon dreamt storylines- with bounds that have no end in sight; a limitless profound delight....
despite impossibilities-a stubborn mind still likes to dream....
despite impossibilities-a stubborn mind still likes to dream....
#myself
#WritingPoetry
#escape
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Outspokenness
If you’re holding a grudge against me, don’t greet me.
I don’t want anybody to pretend to be my friend.
Frankly, it doesn’t matter whether you like me or not.
I don’t socialise with hypocrites and evil-minded persons.
Don’t attempt to satisfy me by giving me something.
I can’t think of a gift that will make me feel good.
I’m not covetous of your ability and financial status.
You can’t impress me, for I’m not a typical person.
I don’t entertain close-fisted persons and freeloaders.
Furthermore, I never queued for handouts,...
I don’t want anybody to pretend to be my friend.
Frankly, it doesn’t matter whether you like me or not.
I don’t socialise with hypocrites and evil-minded persons.
Don’t attempt to satisfy me by giving me something.
I can’t think of a gift that will make me feel good.
I’m not covetous of your ability and financial status.
You can’t impress me, for I’m not a typical person.
I don’t entertain close-fisted persons and freeloaders.
Furthermore, I never queued for handouts,...
#friendship
#food
#myself
#hypocrisy
#funeral
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Lost…
in constant free-fall
“I know the feeling”
As moans of desire
ECHO
Echo
echo
through the heart
not forgotten
just lost
lost
in
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r
e
e
f
a
l
l
“I know the feeling”
As moans of desire
ECHO
Echo
echo
through the heart
not forgotten
just lost
lost
in
f
r
e
e
f
a
l
l
#myself
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Within the eyes
I haven't seen you for a while.
It's been good weather around here.
A sun that burns the exposed herbs
in parks and gardens...
And in the depths of our eyes.
I've been trying to find out about you
and the things you've done...
Your days of freedom and my broken heart.
I've been trying to forget what I know about you.
And deep in my eyes.
I've been trying not to shed tears
or give an image of being weak...
I have tried and failed.
And I disappear in the background of all eyes.
I've been...
It's been good weather around here.
A sun that burns the exposed herbs
in parks and gardens...
And in the depths of our eyes.
I've been trying to find out about you
and the things you've done...
Your days of freedom and my broken heart.
I've been trying to forget what I know about you.
And deep in my eyes.
I've been trying not to shed tears
or give an image of being weak...
I have tried and failed.
And I disappear in the background of all eyes.
I've been...
#heartbroken
#mirror
#confessional
#myself
#emotional
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Twelve by Twelve .
Is twelve times twelve
One hundred and forty four .
She almost wanted to laugh this is absurd ,
Yes she replied with absolute certainty
She knows this , from kindergarten,
It’s a formula and a fact , she likes
that , it like her comfort blanket ,
He asks her , are you valuable as you
are now he hits a nerve , it responds
by itself, pulsating under pressure,
Now she is grasping for words ,
Well yes but if I ……….
He sat and watched her face , and
he could almost see her flinch . He
said let’s get to know this IF...
One hundred and forty four .
She almost wanted to laugh this is absurd ,
Yes she replied with absolute certainty
She knows this , from kindergarten,
It’s a formula and a fact , she likes
that , it like her comfort blanket ,
He asks her , are you valuable as you
are now he hits a nerve , it responds
by itself, pulsating under pressure,
Now she is grasping for words ,
Well yes but if I ……….
He sat and watched her face , and
he could almost see her flinch . He
said let’s get to know this IF...
#mirror
#myself
#acceptance
#SelfDiscovery
#choices
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Call
In tranquility, speckled with sunshine and flora,
alive with the breath of all creation great and small,
there is a call to destruction unanswered
inside the mind of the idle,
well and unwell,
thriving through sweat-stained joy,
yet still licking dried chaotic bloodstains
long since cleansed by the quiet of contentment,
yet still hearing cacophonous whispers of tedious conflict
Fires ravaging behind distant eyes
without rhyme or reason,
fanned by the winds of melancholia
without so much as a flinch
the...
alive with the breath of all creation great and small,
there is a call to destruction unanswered
inside the mind of the idle,
well and unwell,
thriving through sweat-stained joy,
yet still licking dried chaotic bloodstains
long since cleansed by the quiet of contentment,
yet still hearing cacophonous whispers of tedious conflict
Fires ravaging behind distant eyes
without rhyme or reason,
fanned by the winds of melancholia
without so much as a flinch
the...
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
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