Poems About Myself Seeking Honest Critique
#myself
Poems about myself seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
PAR
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:30pm
Yesterday 1:30pm
Others' poetry
Isn't it exhilarating
how someone's poetry
can ignite a fire within us?
When their words resonate
so deeply, it's like they unlock
hidden chambers in our own hearts,
revealing emotions and thoughts
we hadn't fully realized were there.
Crafting your own verses
becomes more than just writing
it's a dialogue between your soul and theirs,
a harmonious exchange
across the canvas of creativity.
I've always found
that immersing myself
in powerful poetry
not only inspires me
but...
how someone's poetry
can ignite a fire within us?
When their words resonate
so deeply, it's like they unlock
hidden chambers in our own hearts,
revealing emotions and thoughts
we hadn't fully realized were there.
Crafting your own verses
becomes more than just writing
it's a dialogue between your soul and theirs,
a harmonious exchange
across the canvas of creativity.
I've always found
that immersing myself
in powerful poetry
not only inspires me
but...
#confessional
#emotions
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#WritingPoetry
40 reads
12 Comments
Seed
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 1:19pm
26th Jan 2025 1:19pm
This Life Is For The Birds
Matthew 6:26 "Consider the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?"
I wanted to write a poem about birds.
I wanted to write a poem that shares the song of the Nightingale.
I wanted to write a poem that uses the lonely call of the Rain Crow at dusk.
I wanted to write a poem that shares the drumming of a Woodpecker on a tree in the not too distant woods.
I wanted to write a poem that records the mimicking of the Mockingbird atop a telephone pole....
I wanted to write a poem about birds.
I wanted to write a poem that shares the song of the Nightingale.
I wanted to write a poem that uses the lonely call of the Rain Crow at dusk.
I wanted to write a poem that shares the drumming of a Woodpecker on a tree in the not too distant woods.
I wanted to write a poem that records the mimicking of the Mockingbird atop a telephone pole....
#birds
#LifeStruggles
#myself
24 reads
0 Comments
NoQuarter
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 7:26am
22nd Jan 2025 7:26am
Typical Feelings
I wake up beneath the weight of absence,
a hollow space where meaning should be.
The air is heavy today, thick with silence,
every breath feels undeserved.
I move through the day feeling like a ghost,
Invisible even to myself.
Each step teaming with doubt.
Every smooth surface reflects a stranger,
a face i do not recognize, my eyes searching for something, anything to anchor this drifting shell.
I am both here and not,
a body that moves without purpose,
a pathetic NPC unraveling. ...
a hollow space where meaning should be.
The air is heavy today, thick with silence,
every breath feels undeserved.
I move through the day feeling like a ghost,
Invisible even to myself.
Each step teaming with doubt.
Every smooth surface reflects a stranger,
a face i do not recognize, my eyes searching for something, anything to anchor this drifting shell.
I am both here and not,
a body that moves without purpose,
a pathetic NPC unraveling. ...
#myself
94 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 11:11am
14th Jan 2025 11:11am
Awake All Night
Last night I could not sleep
I don’t know what is wrong with me
Last night I could not sleep
I don’t know what is wrong with me
When I go in to bed and close my eyes
Only bad things rolling in my mind
Maybe something in my history
Maybe everything in my memory
Maybe nothing, maybe that full fucking moon last night
I don't know, but I want sleep
This is driving me crazy
I need my sleep, I need my sleep
During the day I'll be lazy
I need my sleep, I need my sleep
Have a dream, to sleep forever
I need my...
I don’t know what is wrong with me
Last night I could not sleep
I don’t know what is wrong with me
When I go in to bed and close my eyes
Only bad things rolling in my mind
Maybe something in my history
Maybe everything in my memory
Maybe nothing, maybe that full fucking moon last night
I don't know, but I want sleep
This is driving me crazy
I need my sleep, I need my sleep
During the day I'll be lazy
I need my sleep, I need my sleep
Have a dream, to sleep forever
I need my...
#myself
#SelfReflection
#sleep
81 reads
6 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 5:22am
12th Jan 2025 5:22am
Narcissus
He calls me his Narcissus—
So does that make him my Echo,
Torturing his soul as he chases me.
I could let him come up for air,
But what fun would that be?
You see, I could be savage, if necessary,
But please—don’t provoke the dark side of me.
Dancing topless, it’s so hard
Not to fall in love with myself.
I trace my body with my fingers,
Spinning around the pole,
I lock eyes with the girl I love most:
Me.
Enchanted, I make my way to the mirror,
Placing both hands upon its...
So does that make him my Echo,
Torturing his soul as he chases me.
I could let him come up for air,
But what fun would that be?
You see, I could be savage, if necessary,
But please—don’t provoke the dark side of me.
Dancing topless, it’s so hard
Not to fall in love with myself.
I trace my body with my fingers,
Spinning around the pole,
I lock eyes with the girl I love most:
Me.
Enchanted, I make my way to the mirror,
Placing both hands upon its...
#identity
#love
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
85 reads
1 Comment
oldmanG
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 2:42am
11th Jan 2025 2:42am
Believe
Gettin better
Every minute
Try to hold it together
But I lose it better
Bathing in Jesus sins
But he knows me
Better than myself
So I fall again
Feelin bible in my blood
Hoping it is enough
But when I hope it’s not enough
Cause I just have to believe
And I do like Jesus
Believe in every being
When belief is in your bloodstream
Absolves me of all my sins
Belief is something
You can’t grab onto
...
Every minute
Try to hold it together
But I lose it better
Bathing in Jesus sins
But he knows me
Better than myself
So I fall again
Feelin bible in my blood
Hoping it is enough
But when I hope it’s not enough
Cause I just have to believe
And I do like Jesus
Believe in every being
When belief is in your bloodstream
Absolves me of all my sins
Belief is something
You can’t grab onto
...
#myself
#redemption
#spiritual
46 reads
0 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 11:00pm
5th Jan 2025 11:00pm
HoW YoU WaNt It ToDaY - RAP POETRY
I don’t really vibe with old tunes
Find them tired,
stuck inside closed room
Chasing shadows of a dying old moon
Tired of pretending they’re still shining
Stuck rewinding
That's how You Want it today
Gotta Hall pass , to walk past
recycled tunes that won't last
Old grooves, old moves
I’m creating somethin new,
sparks feel true,
You got me wrong if you think I'm fake it, rather struggle until I make it,
excuse me, while I take it
I’ll break it then make it new ...
Find them tired,
stuck inside closed room
Chasing shadows of a dying old moon
Tired of pretending they’re still shining
Stuck rewinding
That's how You Want it today
Gotta Hall pass , to walk past
recycled tunes that won't last
Old grooves, old moves
I’m creating somethin new,
sparks feel true,
You got me wrong if you think I'm fake it, rather struggle until I make it,
excuse me, while I take it
I’ll break it then make it new ...
#LifeGoals
#LifeStruggles
#music #myself
#music #myself
49 reads
0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 4:30am
5th Jan 2025 4:30am
Rothko, Pollock, Poetspeak …
Poetspeak
Obviously the best looking
Those other guys
Yeah, they carried it
Just like Jack Casady on bass
Bless its Pointed Little Head album
Google it
Listen
Back to Poetspeak
The original Box Head
What do I always say ?
Stay Tuned
Obviously the best looking
Those other guys
Yeah, they carried it
Just like Jack Casady on bass
Bless its Pointed Little Head album
Google it
Listen
Back to Poetspeak
The original Box Head
What do I always say ?
Stay Tuned
#art
#identity
#music
#myself
#PopCulture
161 reads
48 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 8:22pm
28th Dec 2024 8:22pm
utterly
dwindling thought withering in context
my mind ceases in ideas and gets angry
withdrawing from the lense
I don't wish to be observed
shaken epiphany I am cut off
from who I used to be
evolving utterly different
I wonder did that version of me die out of necessity
keening hope she was so beautiful
she was not me but I share her memories
grief burdens me, I wonder did I kill her, one thought at a time
drain her essence and discard her in the past
the present knows only me
it's a curious thing, I...
my mind ceases in ideas and gets angry
withdrawing from the lense
I don't wish to be observed
shaken epiphany I am cut off
from who I used to be
evolving utterly different
I wonder did that version of me die out of necessity
keening hope she was so beautiful
she was not me but I share her memories
grief burdens me, I wonder did I kill her, one thought at a time
drain her essence and discard her in the past
the present knows only me
it's a curious thing, I...
#confessional
#identity
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
76 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 8:19pm
27th Dec 2024 8:19pm
#1
There is only one number
The number one
All other digits are jumbled
I have too much confusion in my life
In order to annihilate my confusion, my time wasting activities,
I must get to one after the smoke clears
She will be my only weakness
Like many instances, things are not always what they seem
Many weaknesses are blessings in disguise, clouds with silver linings
She is my weakness
She is my blessing
The number one
All other digits are jumbled
I have too much confusion in my life
In order to annihilate my confusion, my time wasting activities,
I must get to one after the smoke clears
She will be my only weakness
Like many instances, things are not always what they seem
Many weaknesses are blessings in disguise, clouds with silver linings
She is my weakness
She is my blessing
#confusion
#identity
#loneliness
#myself
#weakness
91 reads
8 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 2:21pm
25th Dec 2024 2:21pm
Discovery
What is the true purpose of
Me
From the day I opened my eyes
Into the unknowing world
The immediate world
Mom, Dad, and Me
Like a bud
Precious and new
Timid to push forth
On a planet that is skewed
With plans for me and you
I grow as I must
Ingest and trust information
To go on and survive
To stay here
To stay alive
Then, the brutality came.
Constant like unforgiving rain
In the form of laughter and judgment
Pain
This is just a season I must endure
To...
Me
From the day I opened my eyes
Into the unknowing world
The immediate world
Mom, Dad, and Me
Like a bud
Precious and new
Timid to push forth
On a planet that is skewed
With plans for me and you
I grow as I must
Ingest and trust information
To go on and survive
To stay here
To stay alive
Then, the brutality came.
Constant like unforgiving rain
In the form of laughter and judgment
Pain
This is just a season I must endure
To...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself #SelfDiscovery
#myself #SelfDiscovery
192 reads
16 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 10:22am
21st Dec 2024 10:22am
Besma
Besma, rhyme old poetess
The word for her a charming princess
Poetry is her valiant knight
A guiding Muse who pops at night
So obsessive she is about spelling
With a genuine flair for creative writing
Her forte is the soulful human touch
So elated when praised as such
Watching romance and action films her leisure
Reading and listening to music for her a pleasure
Horror movies make her heart sink
For sci-fi stories she has no flowing ink
To serve and enlighten, her wish and dream
With Love, peace and joy Humanity will...
The word for her a charming princess
Poetry is her valiant knight
A guiding Muse who pops at night
So obsessive she is about spelling
With a genuine flair for creative writing
Her forte is the soulful human touch
So elated when praised as such
Watching romance and action films her leisure
Reading and listening to music for her a pleasure
Horror movies make her heart sink
For sci-fi stories she has no flowing ink
To serve and enlighten, her wish and dream
With Love, peace and joy Humanity will...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
92 reads
10 Comments
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