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.
DevilsChild
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:35pm
Yesterday 3:35pm
Million and One Haters
I've immerse myself in my work
never giving a thought to prejudice
hearing whispers in the background
talking crap about anything they can nitpick
sometimes it's about my heritage
many times it's gossip of my past
people soaking with preconceived notions
they see a person who's cloaked
and hate builds in their soul
not like I give a damn about that
what really bugs me is the cowardice
they say what they say
but never to my face
some of them want to fight me
I’m ready any time, any place
though I rather be a...
never giving a thought to prejudice
hearing whispers in the background
talking crap about anything they can nitpick
sometimes it's about my heritage
many times it's gossip of my past
people soaking with preconceived notions
they see a person who's cloaked
and hate builds in their soul
not like I give a damn about that
what really bugs me is the cowardice
they say what they say
but never to my face
some of them want to fight me
I’m ready any time, any place
though I rather be a...
#hate
#myself
20 reads
1 Comment
Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:41pm
Yesterday 12:41pm
blood drink 3, blended flour 4, mallow flower and auction
General Application
After planning on the banks of April the months dryness is eliminated and Hugo the Son of Hong Rada cries half-breed to the birds of the sky. It is 10:11 p.m. His eyes are wide open tonight.
Some people on palm trees have scattered over nature's scenery, spending a lot of time on public transport in South London until the end of the 14th. They are basking in the light of 15 stories about 13 Happy Martyrs, of which 17 more are needed in England, specifically at Canterbury.
Bethlehem is just happy that once a day you now sleep at number...
After planning on the banks of April the months dryness is eliminated and Hugo the Son of Hong Rada cries half-breed to the birds of the sky. It is 10:11 p.m. His eyes are wide open tonight.
Some people on palm trees have scattered over nature's scenery, spending a lot of time on public transport in South London until the end of the 14th. They are basking in the light of 15 stories about 13 Happy Martyrs, of which 17 more are needed in England, specifically at Canterbury.
Bethlehem is just happy that once a day you now sleep at number...
#myself
#hurt
#surreal
11 reads
2 Comments
Neoma
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:37pm
Yesterday 12:37pm
So
Let the little birds sing
The roses onto my tree
And may the forest grow
Beneath their own
The roses onto my tree
And may the forest grow
Beneath their own
#myself
13 reads
4 Comments
Neoma
Poem Published
7th Jul 2020 10:25pm
7th Jul 2020 10:25pm
Something to continue about everything
There are so many
days when
the only qualities i
can conceive are
my abilities to rip
things apart
days when
the only qualities i
can conceive are
my abilities to rip
things apart
#myself
16 reads
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
5th Jul 2020 5:07pm
5th Jul 2020 5:07pm
outlook on life
reaching in the dark best explains it; a slow death more or less painless; the noise & quietness-all the same-ish;
the ambitious; the "famous"; then there's the "still kicking" through the anguish; if things were much different; how much(for better or worse)would it change shit....
life is like a stomach with a huge appetite; hardly ever full; what's your purpose? to be a rusty or polished tool?(lightheartedhumor)
I simply exist....going through the motions; like the wind, & the ripples in the ocean; where...
the ambitious; the "famous"; then there's the "still kicking" through the anguish; if things were much different; how much(for better or worse)would it change shit....
life is like a stomach with a huge appetite; hardly ever full; what's your purpose? to be a rusty or polished tool?(lightheartedhumor)
I simply exist....going through the motions; like the wind, & the ripples in the ocean; where...
#humankind
#myself
#frustration
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
24 reads
Vitris_Lune
Corrin
Corrin
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 5:11am
4th Jul 2020 5:11am
Who Am I
Who am I to this world?
Am I not
just a spec of life on this planet,
in this neverending system of stars and endless space?
Am I not
just another clump of cells in this bag of skin,
"ran" by a brain that only
operates of what society seems fit and correct?
Do I even have a personality?
Am I even funny?
Or is that just something that I've copied from the people I surround myself with.
Do I really have feelings,
the feelings of sadness, or even the feeling of overpowering joy?
Are they even mine
Or is it just...
Am I not
just a spec of life on this planet,
in this neverending system of stars and endless space?
Am I not
just another clump of cells in this bag of skin,
"ran" by a brain that only
operates of what society seems fit and correct?
Do I even have a personality?
Am I even funny?
Or is that just something that I've copied from the people I surround myself with.
Do I really have feelings,
the feelings of sadness, or even the feeling of overpowering joy?
Are they even mine
Or is it just...
#myself
#confusion
#FeelingLost
27 reads
2 Comments
tomgoonery
Tommy.
Tommy.
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 4:49am
4th Jul 2020 4:49am
Peachy
I remember the days when I couldn't get paid, I resorted to stealing the cash.
I'll never say sorry for being the man that I am, man, I'm just a result of my past.
If you saw me today, you'd never guess where I'm from, if you came to my hood, you wouldn't last.
The only Asian dude in a black school, I found a way to fit in with the mass.
I came out the mud, I grew up in the slums, but I promise I'm tryna give up on this hood life.
Never forget the struggles of sleeping with rats on the floor, I can't seem to remember no good nights.
Every cop I've encountered has...
I'll never say sorry for being the man that I am, man, I'm just a result of my past.
If you saw me today, you'd never guess where I'm from, if you came to my hood, you wouldn't last.
The only Asian dude in a black school, I found a way to fit in with the mass.
I came out the mud, I grew up in the slums, but I promise I'm tryna give up on this hood life.
Never forget the struggles of sleeping with rats on the floor, I can't seem to remember no good nights.
Every cop I've encountered has...
#anger
#rhyming
#myself
#SelfReflection
#poverty
12 reads
0 Comments
Whimsy_Ginger
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2020 6:22pm
3rd Jul 2020 6:22pm
What should I confess today?
Tell me, what should I confess today?
Ask me anything you'd like to know.
Want to know something about my past?
Perhaps a childhood secret of mine?
Maybe a sexual fantasy?
Or, a life struggle that I went through?
Want to know a regret that I have?
How about the last movie I watched?
I'm challenging you to challenge me.
Ask me anything you'd like to know.
Tell me, what should I confess today?
Comment something you'd like me to confess and I'll do so in another writing.
Ask me anything you'd like to know.
Want to know something about my past?
Perhaps a childhood secret of mine?
Maybe a sexual fantasy?
Or, a life struggle that I went through?
Want to know a regret that I have?
How about the last movie I watched?
I'm challenging you to challenge me.
Ask me anything you'd like to know.
Tell me, what should I confess today?
Comment something you'd like me to confess and I'll do so in another writing.
#happiness
#sadness
#dark
#erotic
#myself
67 reads
6 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2020 12:40pm
3rd Jul 2020 12:40pm
Knickers For Goalposts
that moment when your love life is on recharge...
Moth-eaten knickers
Melted chocolate snickers
Holey socks, and ruffled hair
A ramshackle room, and a soul to bare
Moth-eaten knickers
Melted chocolate snickers
Holey socks, and ruffled hair
A ramshackle room, and a soul to bare
#loneliness
#myself
#SelfReflection
13 reads
0 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2020 7:10pm
2nd Jul 2020 7:10pm
Dusk in the Desert
I swear, this summer’s sun
still scorches close to night
as I must have been the wettest there
returning home from my desert hike!
Got to take photos of desert fare;
saw a monster, orange and black
looked no worse for wear
nor thirsty for a damp redact!
Getting difficult now for me to see
few streetlamps light my way
relying on starlight skies for me
‘fore denizens emerge to play.
still scorches close to night
as I must have been the wettest there
returning home from my desert hike!
Got to take photos of desert fare;
saw a monster, orange and black
looked no worse for wear
nor thirsty for a damp redact!
Getting difficult now for me to see
few streetlamps light my way
relying on starlight skies for me
‘fore denizens emerge to play.
#myself
#desert
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #EdnaStVincentMillay
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #EdnaStVincentMillay
92 reads
20 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2020 10:15am
2nd Jul 2020 10:15am
The Watcher
I can look and see
your form,
a little hazy
lit by candlelight,
a worried look
sweeping from your eyes.
You stand and
only stare,
looking straight ahead
past what lies
within yourself.
Could I be the illusion
within reality,
looking back
at myself, through
that empty mirror?
your form,
a little hazy
lit by candlelight,
a worried look
sweeping from your eyes.
You stand and
only stare,
looking straight ahead
past what lies
within yourself.
Could I be the illusion
within reality,
looking back
at myself, through
that empty mirror?
#depression
#myself
#confusion
#aging
#emptiness
51 reads
10 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
1st Jul 2020 7:21pm
1st Jul 2020 7:21pm
Paper Cut
so thinly pale.. soft.. weightless
folded into planes and cranes
worn until it’s not the same
just a beaten page
she’s crumbled in the corner
counting every hand
she’s paper cutting
folded into planes and cranes
worn until it’s not the same
just a beaten page
she’s crumbled in the corner
counting every hand
she’s paper cutting
#sadness
#rejection
#relationships
#myself
#hurt
33 reads
3 Comments
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