Poems About Myself Seeking Friendly Advice
#myself
Poems about myself seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Jade72
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 7:26pm
17th Feb 2025 7:26pm
Crossroads of my heart
Wich path to take at this stage of life
I thought I'd know which heart to show
But here I linger in this uncertain limbo
Torn between the warmth of love or traveling life solo
Part of me yearns for that special soul connection
To feel the love, the touch, the sweet oblivion
Of someone so dear, who'll cherish and adore
But another part of my heart values independence more
The freedom to roam, to soar life's breeze
To answer to none, to not ask please
Solitude's comfort, the peace that it brings
Is it proven to...
I thought I'd know which heart to show
But here I linger in this uncertain limbo
Torn between the warmth of love or traveling life solo
Part of me yearns for that special soul connection
To feel the love, the touch, the sweet oblivion
Of someone so dear, who'll cherish and adore
But another part of my heart values independence more
The freedom to roam, to soar life's breeze
To answer to none, to not ask please
Solitude's comfort, the peace that it brings
Is it proven to...
#identity
#love
#myself #TruthOfLife
#myself #TruthOfLife
119 reads
10 Comments
poetic_gawdess
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 6:26pm
16th Feb 2025 6:26pm
Desert Rose
Romeo once said,
“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”
It’s actually quite cute,
the pale comparison of a mundane flower,
that everyone can get their hands on.
But I let him and Juliet have that moment, you see?
It’s only because he’s never stumbled upon a rose quite like me.
Rare, delicate, protected by thorns and not afraid of the heat.
In fact, I thrive in it, come alive in it.
But be careful, you have to fight the urge to touch me..
Unless you want to feel me come alive in your veins..then maybe we can work something out. ...
“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”
It’s actually quite cute,
the pale comparison of a mundane flower,
that everyone can get their hands on.
But I let him and Juliet have that moment, you see?
It’s only because he’s never stumbled upon a rose quite like me.
Rare, delicate, protected by thorns and not afraid of the heat.
In fact, I thrive in it, come alive in it.
But be careful, you have to fight the urge to touch me..
Unless you want to feel me come alive in your veins..then maybe we can work something out. ...
#beauty
#myself
#seductive #temptation
#seductive #temptation
160 reads
8 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 3:34pm
12th Feb 2025 3:34pm
Not You
"You
like
stale,
dry,
bread?"
"Also
drink
cold
tea,
tis
true!"
"But
that's
me,
not
you!"
by Jemia
like
stale,
dry,
bread?"
"Also
drink
cold
tea,
tis
true!"
"But
that's
me,
not
you!"
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself #satirical
#myself #satirical
50 reads
0 Comments
mantisdeer
Cait
Cait
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 00:55am
6th Feb 2025 00:55am
Mariana's Trench
An upside down memory,
patiently waiting for your chance to burn.
You ballet turn, the cycle of restitution earned.
A mince meat defeat will only taste of bruised fruit
a chasm slowly tugging you under.
Your wrists will pop, los ojos, as well,
reflecting from them, the wreck of
one's Monday blues.
The sky no longer swirls.
deep pressure builds,
segments straying from the body they
once deserved.
The filament fizzles out
heating the water, wet sizzle.
Limbs, like a ship's central structure,
jut out,...
patiently waiting for your chance to burn.
You ballet turn, the cycle of restitution earned.
A mince meat defeat will only taste of bruised fruit
a chasm slowly tugging you under.
Your wrists will pop, los ojos, as well,
reflecting from them, the wreck of
one's Monday blues.
The sky no longer swirls.
deep pressure builds,
segments straying from the body they
once deserved.
The filament fizzles out
heating the water, wet sizzle.
Limbs, like a ship's central structure,
jut out,...
#love
#myself
#water
69 reads
1 Comment
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 6:10am
30th Jan 2025 6:10am
it's not Halloween but this ghost costume still fits
Don't look at me
don't talk to me
I have nothing, NOTHING
to say
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO
I'm worse that that
I'm a head full of stagnant air
empty at least has potential
but stagnant is where
brainwaves go to die
I think all my important brainwaves have died
I tried to read an essay
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up
because it turns out I really hate
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that
is that I now...
don't talk to me
I have nothing, NOTHING
to say
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO
I'm worse that that
I'm a head full of stagnant air
empty at least has potential
but stagnant is where
brainwaves go to die
I think all my important brainwaves have died
I tried to read an essay
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up
because it turns out I really hate
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that
is that I now...
#boredom
#depression
#myself
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
100 reads
4 Comments
NoQuarter
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 10:29pm
28th Jan 2025 10:29pm
Prisoner Of My Mind
Its hard to dream,
when everything is already a nightmare.
Knowing you should just give up,
throw in the towel.
Everyday life seeming like a murder trial,
your name pulled through the mud.
Just speaking somehow pollutes the already
tainted air.
No reason to fight anymore,
its hard to buck a system built to destroy you.
Just a man,
and the law of the land-
no designated survivor,
a pig to the slaughter, it seems.
Every day,
a new rule broken
cancels out the get out...
when everything is already a nightmare.
Knowing you should just give up,
throw in the towel.
Everyday life seeming like a murder trial,
your name pulled through the mud.
Just speaking somehow pollutes the already
tainted air.
No reason to fight anymore,
its hard to buck a system built to destroy you.
Just a man,
and the law of the land-
no designated survivor,
a pig to the slaughter, it seems.
Every day,
a new rule broken
cancels out the get out...
#myself
133 reads
2 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 8:50am
26th Jan 2025 8:50am
Phoenix 2
storms rage in these skies
but I'm not scared
no, because I've felt this before
the winds cut me deep like glass
sill I pushed through
I saw friends submerged by the ocean
hit by sorrows relentless waves
still I kept swimming
I watched the fires
like hell rushing towards me
been burnt down to nothing but ashes
somehow I arose
memories of a person I no longer am
yet I still live
but I'm not scared
no, because I've felt this before
the winds cut me deep like glass
sill I pushed through
I saw friends submerged by the ocean
hit by sorrows relentless waves
still I kept swimming
I watched the fires
like hell rushing towards me
been burnt down to nothing but ashes
somehow I arose
memories of a person I no longer am
yet I still live
#LifeStruggles
#myself
127 reads
3 Comments
Jade72
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 11:41pm
23rd Jan 2025 11:41pm
Your ghost still haunts me
When dusks awakens and dew presents a lazy morning
My mind vagabonds to tender moments, where our bodies entertwined
Whenever the breeze plays its melody trough my soaring wings
The thought of you softly caresses my psyche
Your spirit surrounds me when I bathe,
Lathering becomes a playfull splurge of the senses
Your ghost still haunts me
I will forever be in love with the memory of you...
My mind vagabonds to tender moments, where our bodies entertwined
Whenever the breeze plays its melody trough my soaring wings
The thought of you softly caresses my psyche
Your spirit surrounds me when I bathe,
Lathering becomes a playfull splurge of the senses
Your ghost still haunts me
I will forever be in love with the memory of you...
#love
#myself
#relationships
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
229 reads
6 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 10:02am
19th Jan 2025 10:02am
My Poetry
so many me
but only one people get to see
the rest are laid down on pages
writing late at night
that's when the monster comes out
and that's when I feel at home
like a vampire giving into his urges
it's as natural as the animals
but life isn't so simple
a sex addict
if only in my fantasies
dreaming of being care free
naturally drawn towards beauty
writing another page
as a wall to remind me
what it means to be that guy
so another side to hide
the love drunk freak with no barriers
can only...
but only one people get to see
the rest are laid down on pages
writing late at night
that's when the monster comes out
and that's when I feel at home
like a vampire giving into his urges
it's as natural as the animals
but life isn't so simple
a sex addict
if only in my fantasies
dreaming of being care free
naturally drawn towards beauty
writing another page
as a wall to remind me
what it means to be that guy
so another side to hide
the love drunk freak with no barriers
can only...
#myself
#WritingPoetry
163 reads
3 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 1:25pm
18th Jan 2025 1:25pm
How Angel Light Rose Became My Author Name
Once upon a time, Angel Light Rose was a girl made up in my head that I thought Josh would like instead.
She had an open relationship with someone who looked like him and also was with Josh too. She slept around a lot, and she knew all the moves. She wasn't awkward or that geeky like me. She was that girl who had a YouTube channel and would say "love yourself" when she was picture perfect in body and in spirit. I couldn't compete with her.
But now, I don't compete with her. I'm the real Angel Light Rose. The girl who was affected by mental illness, yet she no...
She had an open relationship with someone who looked like him and also was with Josh too. She slept around a lot, and she knew all the moves. She wasn't awkward or that geeky like me. She was that girl who had a YouTube channel and would say "love yourself" when she was picture perfect in body and in spirit. I couldn't compete with her.
But now, I don't compete with her. I'm the real Angel Light Rose. The girl who was affected by mental illness, yet she no...
#myself
#SelfReflection
71 reads
0 Comments
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 2:46am
18th Jan 2025 2:46am
Enigma
Enigma,
Even unto myself;
Bottom of the barrel;
High-end top-shelf;
A student of both
Tolkien,
And Bourdain;
One,
Devout Catholic;
One culinarian,
Most profane.
My own heart
Tethered
On those thin threads between…
If you don’t
Really understand,
Then you know
Just what I mean.
Even unto myself;
Bottom of the barrel;
High-end top-shelf;
A student of both
Tolkien,
And Bourdain;
One,
Devout Catholic;
One culinarian,
Most profane.
My own heart
Tethered
On those thin threads between…
If you don’t
Really understand,
Then you know
Just what I mean.
#depression
#FeelingLost
#hope
#myself
#travel
85 reads
0 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 3:08am
12th Jan 2025 3:08am
some days I get so sad I can't function
You tell me to get outside
and make myself feel better
I respond by slamming a door
in your face
I can hear laughter
through the cracked open window
and I wish I could touch it
like it's something tangible
I can inhale
but it's not
and so I listen to it drift away
on the breeze
unlike this mood I can't shake
from my leaden bones
I want to tell you I'm trying
that I'm fighting for better than this
but it's not a war you can see with your eyes
and there's no blood splatter
of...
and make myself feel better
I respond by slamming a door
in your face
I can hear laughter
through the cracked open window
and I wish I could touch it
like it's something tangible
I can inhale
but it's not
and so I listen to it drift away
on the breeze
unlike this mood I can't shake
from my leaden bones
I want to tell you I'm trying
that I'm fighting for better than this
but it's not a war you can see with your eyes
and there's no blood splatter
of...
#conflict
#depression
#MentalHealth
#myself
#relationships
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5 Comments
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