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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Gayle
Gayle
Poem Published
Today 1:04pm
Today 1:04pm
Inertia
I live alone inside
my head...
The silence is
deafening
my head...
The silence is
deafening
#myself
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drunkenplaywords
Poem Published
Today 10:58am
Today 10:58am
There is Nothing Back Then
There is a time when my mind is free
Free of thought where I wont stop it
Or chastise it for thinking a thought
But rather, be permissible
Let it roam corners of the brain
That it does not usually go to
To explore dark pathways
And discover some hidden treasures about myself
And the world
And the make up of
Its own energy
Biology or electricity
Or a force not known to myself
In any way I see fit
To darken the lights
And shine upon the specific
Symbolic
and Meteoric under Earth
That has been trodging...
Free of thought where I wont stop it
Or chastise it for thinking a thought
But rather, be permissible
Let it roam corners of the brain
That it does not usually go to
To explore dark pathways
And discover some hidden treasures about myself
And the world
And the make up of
Its own energy
Biology or electricity
Or a force not known to myself
In any way I see fit
To darken the lights
And shine upon the specific
Symbolic
and Meteoric under Earth
That has been trodging...
#dreams
#myself
#StreamOfConsciousness
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senid
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:51pm
Yesterday 2:51pm
Visible
And everyday it was difficult, walking around and knowing that people saw me one way, knowing that they were wrong, so completely wrong, that the real me was invisible to them. It didn't even exist to them.
So: If nobody sees you, are you still there?
—Akwaeke Emezi, The Death of Vivek Oji
Visible
written June 5th, 2021
I slowly approach
the idea of
being visible
after a lifetime of
being afraid
of being seen.
Being invisible
is a kind of protection.
If I can be invisible
disappear even to myself ...
So: If nobody sees you, are you still there?
—Akwaeke Emezi, The Death of Vivek Oji
Visible
written June 5th, 2021
I slowly approach
the idea of
being visible
after a lifetime of
being afraid
of being seen.
Being invisible
is a kind of protection.
If I can be invisible
disappear even to myself ...
#identity
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
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senid
Poem Published
18th Jun 2021 11:59pm
18th Jun 2021 11:59pm
I want to eat my life
I want to eat my life
—Olga Broumas, "If I Yes", Gift of Tongues
I want to eat my life
written June 11th, 2021
I
me, us, we
he, she, they
singular
plural
all of us
all of me.
I
want
that aching sensual word
not the bare factualness of need
something born in the soul
it takes hope to want
and incredible bravery.
I want
to eat
slowly like little bites of chocolate
then voraciously like melting ice cream
all of it - every last bite
because it is my favorite...
—Olga Broumas, "If I Yes", Gift of Tongues
I want to eat my life
written June 11th, 2021
I
me, us, we
he, she, they
singular
plural
all of us
all of me.
I
want
that aching sensual word
not the bare factualness of need
something born in the soul
it takes hope to want
and incredible bravery.
I want
to eat
slowly like little bites of chocolate
then voraciously like melting ice cream
all of it - every last bite
because it is my favorite...
#identity
#LifeGoals
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
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drunkenplaywords
Poem Published
18th Jun 2021 1:58pm
18th Jun 2021 1:58pm
Ancient American Theater
PUBLIC SELF: Oh how thou proud!
Let me
Greet thee with
Hospitality.
I am in the finest of moods.
Spledour and rapture comes over me
When I visit my friends
Pour the win and cut the lamb
Celebration for I am happy and well!
Let me tell you the latest joke
So we shall laugh with our bellies
And delight in the deserts of intoxications
Pass the cherry cheesecake over here
Pour more brandy and rum
Love for all and not a care in the world.
Ah, but the night has grown long
And now I must return back to my abode. ...
Let me
Greet thee with
Hospitality.
I am in the finest of moods.
Spledour and rapture comes over me
When I visit my friends
Pour the win and cut the lamb
Celebration for I am happy and well!
Let me tell you the latest joke
So we shall laugh with our bellies
And delight in the deserts of intoxications
Pass the cherry cheesecake over here
Pour more brandy and rum
Love for all and not a care in the world.
Ah, but the night has grown long
And now I must return back to my abode. ...
#myself
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
16th Jun 2021 5:31am
16th Jun 2021 5:31am
the wanderer
a wanderer; this is the core of who i am; from family to those whom i've met; I doubt they'll fully understand
never am i 100% present of mind(not even close); in most matters i hesitate, or take my time; if that were a crime, than I'd be locked up for life....
I don't belong here; where do I belong? some isolated island? no....in a whole other existence where i actually feel at peace where ever i am....
where not a single soul including myself aren't heavily indoctrinated in any program....
a wanderer; this is the core of...
never am i 100% present of mind(not even close); in most matters i hesitate, or take my time; if that were a crime, than I'd be locked up for life....
I don't belong here; where do I belong? some isolated island? no....in a whole other existence where i actually feel at peace where ever i am....
where not a single soul including myself aren't heavily indoctrinated in any program....
a wanderer; this is the core of...
#MentalHealth
#honesty
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
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cloventongue89
Poem Published
14th Jun 2021 10:42pm
14th Jun 2021 10:42pm
Ode To The Perfect Mirror
What is it to see with clarity
The unobstructed view
Seeing all that is to love
Equal the occurrence of what I hate about you
Ode to the perfect mirror
How you accentuate every defect in me
When there’s so much in myself
That I don’t want to see
Imperfection contrast to self-improving vanity
Perception defaults to decay as I lose sanity
It’s a question of what it is I perceive
Am I half as a bad or better than what I believe?
Projection on the outside looking in
Sometimes I feel like I’m a stranger in my skin
...
The unobstructed view
Seeing all that is to love
Equal the occurrence of what I hate about you
Ode to the perfect mirror
How you accentuate every defect in me
When there’s so much in myself
That I don’t want to see
Imperfection contrast to self-improving vanity
Perception defaults to decay as I lose sanity
It’s a question of what it is I perceive
Am I half as a bad or better than what I believe?
Projection on the outside looking in
Sometimes I feel like I’m a stranger in my skin
...
#identity
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
#philosophical
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EphemeralRose
Poem Published
14th Jun 2021 3:54pm
14th Jun 2021 3:54pm
I'm still here
To a be a prisoner in one's own mind
Can lead to some dark places at times
Just takes strength to get out of bed
When one's interest no longer exist
The world around keeps going
Even though I fall apart
I try to stop myself from fading
But I was never in your heart
Yet I'm still here
Even if you don't notice
I've spoken to you once before
Pouring my heart into everything
Even when I wasn't sure
And when you finally notice
Or your battles are the same
I'll still be here right beside you
That I can promise for today
Can lead to some dark places at times
Just takes strength to get out of bed
When one's interest no longer exist
The world around keeps going
Even though I fall apart
I try to stop myself from fading
But I was never in your heart
Yet I'm still here
Even if you don't notice
I've spoken to you once before
Pouring my heart into everything
Even when I wasn't sure
And when you finally notice
Or your battles are the same
I'll still be here right beside you
That I can promise for today
#depression
#dark
#myself
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Chuck
Poem Published
11th Jun 2021 11:53am
11th Jun 2021 11:53am
Cloudiness Fills My Soul
Me
Is all I see
When I look into a mirror
Me
Work so hard
To keep life burdens
Weight off of my shoulders
Providing a life
Minus Uncle Sam
Tapping me on my back
Me
I thought
Controlled my next move
But I see
It’s not good enough
From a person
I thought
Had love for me
But me
Has to look past
All this mental negativity
Only me
Grew up
Without a sibling
To play with
Only me
Whom found solace
Being away from others
When my mind
Grew...
Is all I see
When I look into a mirror
Me
Work so hard
To keep life burdens
Weight off of my shoulders
Providing a life
Minus Uncle Sam
Tapping me on my back
Me
I thought
Controlled my next move
But I see
It’s not good enough
From a person
I thought
Had love for me
But me
Has to look past
All this mental negativity
Only me
Grew up
Without a sibling
To play with
Only me
Whom found solace
Being away from others
When my mind
Grew...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
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CArpeNoctem_
CN_
CN_
Poem Published
9th Jun 2021 10:27pm
9th Jun 2021 10:27pm
I've lost what I loved so much
I've always known, felt, the difficulty of suppressing what I really mean by words.
The real truth underneath, gut feeling.
I've always known, felt it, but never really told the truth, because of you.
I thought you couldn't handle it.
But now, I very much doubt that choice, if only I had told you the truth,
which I had been suppressing all these years, you might have still been standing here.
Goodbye, Self
The real truth underneath, gut feeling.
I've always known, felt it, but never really told the truth, because of you.
I thought you couldn't handle it.
But now, I very much doubt that choice, if only I had told you the truth,
which I had been suppressing all these years, you might have still been standing here.
Goodbye, Self
#SelfHarm
#myself
#SelfReflection
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Bluevelvete
Poem Published
7th Jun 2021 8:11pm
7th Jun 2021 8:11pm
I, Unfurled.
Velveteen petals
fragile, her spiked armor
O' sweet ambrosia
fragile, her spiked armor
O' sweet ambrosia
#identity
#rose
#nature
#haiku
#myself
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24 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
6th Jun 2021 4:06am
6th Jun 2021 4:06am
Cheerless
Wandering amidst a vast landscape of solitude and isolation
It’s only in my mind I feel safe.
That in itself is a brain copulation.
I can’t write what I don’t know.
I know discontentment.
An escape from anything real
is a joyful release from this ______.
Everything is even keeled
if I conceal ALL this sadness
O’ the obtuse nerve!
Masquerading behind my façade
of false hope...please look away!
The very last thing I wish...
is to infect anyone else with this
Ugly
It’s only in my mind I feel safe.
That in itself is a brain copulation.
I can’t write what I don’t know.
I know discontentment.
An escape from anything real
is a joyful release from this ______.
Everything is even keeled
if I conceal ALL this sadness
O’ the obtuse nerve!
Masquerading behind my façade
of false hope...please look away!
The very last thing I wish...
is to infect anyone else with this
Ugly
#myself
84 reads
30 Comments
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