Poems About Myself Seeking Honest Critique
#myself
Poems about myself seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
AaHarvey
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 4:14pm
5th Mar 2025 4:14pm
0 - Unfinished Poetry 52
Rare are sunbeams in my sea of black.
Roses have thorns when love is under attack.
Sanctify us with a holy glow and purify me,
To stop me becoming your ghost.
Memories linger. Put them out of my mind.
Empathy I lack to your kind of unkind.
It is wrapped in teeth made from barbwire
And it causes holy fire.
To my every smile I will watch it burn to ashes,
All the good inside.
Let me not hope for a kindly sign.
Set my signal pointing you all in the wrong way.
Let me fester.
I can't try today.
(C)2025...
Roses have thorns when love is under attack.
Sanctify us with a holy glow and purify me,
To stop me becoming your ghost.
Memories linger. Put them out of my mind.
Empathy I lack to your kind of unkind.
It is wrapped in teeth made from barbwire
And it causes holy fire.
To my every smile I will watch it burn to ashes,
All the good inside.
Let me not hope for a kindly sign.
Set my signal pointing you all in the wrong way.
Let me fester.
I can't try today.
(C)2025...
#LifeStruggles
#myself
23 reads
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DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 8:47am
3rd Mar 2025 8:47am
Myself
Cold ...and empty
Wet concrete beneath my soles
Inhaling smoke, exhale regret
Looking back at the day that we met
Bold ...in plenty
Damp sidewalk beneath my toes
For all of my woes to lament
Don't think I know myself yet
It hurts to stand
But I can't lay down
How can broken hands,
Lift this crown?
Told ...already
As I sit down upon the curb
Fold ...when I met me
As I lay down upon these words
Wet concrete beneath my soles
Inhaling smoke, exhale regret
Looking back at the day that we met
Bold ...in plenty
Damp sidewalk beneath my toes
For all of my woes to lament
Don't think I know myself yet
It hurts to stand
But I can't lay down
How can broken hands,
Lift this crown?
Told ...already
As I sit down upon the curb
Fold ...when I met me
As I lay down upon these words
#learning
#myself
49 reads
1 Comment
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 11:02am
23rd Feb 2025 11:02am
Why is this time different
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ 🪬 SHAMAN 🪬 I would like to tell you about my life at the age of 16 years old, upon a trip to the South of Lynette Alabama that I was requested, to attend because.my aunt Big Mama told my grandparents that it was imperative, that I attended the family reunion. When I asked my grandmother WHY 🤔 I was told I have to wait until we got there, at the reunion of the family. When we finally arrived at Big Mama's house 🏠 and I still wondered why, it was imperative that I be...
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#identity
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
52 reads
0 Comments
NoQuarter
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 2:50am
23rd Feb 2025 2:50am
Personal Weight
Why do i feel buried,
like I've dug my own grave?
Emotions feel heavy,
damn the weight of these long days.
like I've dug my own grave?
Emotions feel heavy,
damn the weight of these long days.
#myself
104 reads
5 Comments
god_of_Confusion
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 9:15pm
16th Feb 2025 9:15pm
The stream of life
Skipped like a stone upon the stream of life,
you sink so quick but in the moment you float on.
The ripples.. reflecting each memory, a shimmer in the darkness of eternity.
Broadcasting a signal, a long lasting symbol of sheer perseverance,
cycles of suffering and satisfaction
understanding not even a fraction of oneself..
This game is endless and never won but it's simply played for fun.
I follow the flow of frequencies wherever they lead.
While temptations deceive gratitude brings peace.
In this evolution of self with moments...
you sink so quick but in the moment you float on.
The ripples.. reflecting each memory, a shimmer in the darkness of eternity.
Broadcasting a signal, a long lasting symbol of sheer perseverance,
cycles of suffering and satisfaction
understanding not even a fraction of oneself..
This game is endless and never won but it's simply played for fun.
I follow the flow of frequencies wherever they lead.
While temptations deceive gratitude brings peace.
In this evolution of self with moments...
#inspirational
#learning
#LifeCycle
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
65 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 11:06am
15th Feb 2025 11:06am
Insane Visions
Create an illusion where nothing is something and everything is a parody
parody your own existence
existence through a mirror of deception
deception is a sneer through your tortured sanity
sanity is a vision
vision of insanity
parody your own existence
existence through a mirror of deception
deception is a sneer through your tortured sanity
sanity is a vision
vision of insanity
#myself
#philosophical
#SelfReflection
116 reads
14 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 6:31am
5th Feb 2025 6:31am
Insomnia
I toss and turn, restless in the dark, Counting sheep, but none will leave their mark. Midnight comes through halls so quiet, wondering if I locked all the doors, my mind won't be still.
Everyone's asleep, but I remain, A lonely ghost just existing. I lay in bed, thoughts of my plants, Their growth, their leaves—usually my trance.
But tonight, the silence can't ease my mind, Nothing's wrong, no troubles to find. No worries plague my sleepless state, Just an empty stillness.
The dishes are clean, the house in place, Yet I wander, lost in endless space. First to...
Everyone's asleep, but I remain, A lonely ghost just existing. I lay in bed, thoughts of my plants, Their growth, their leaves—usually my trance.
But tonight, the silence can't ease my mind, Nothing's wrong, no troubles to find. No worries plague my sleepless state, Just an empty stillness.
The dishes are clean, the house in place, Yet I wander, lost in endless space. First to...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#myself
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 6:45pm
3rd Feb 2025 6:45pm
WAR WITH MYSELF
Shadows keep creeping in deep,
Battling demons,
misleading my reason,
they scream in the dark when I sleep
Drowning in echoes,
the voices are vicious,
they slither,
they tighten,
they reap,
Falling in cycles,
I struggle for silence, the war in my mind cuts too deep
Trapped in a cage of regret
Chained to the burdens I never forget
Poisonous venom,
it runs through my veins,
Lies in my ear keep appearing, they steer me, they whisper, they pull and restrain
War with myself, and I’m caught in the fire, still...
Battling demons,
misleading my reason,
they scream in the dark when I sleep
Drowning in echoes,
the voices are vicious,
they slither,
they tighten,
they reap,
Falling in cycles,
I struggle for silence, the war in my mind cuts too deep
Trapped in a cage of regret
Chained to the burdens I never forget
Poisonous venom,
it runs through my veins,
Lies in my ear keep appearing, they steer me, they whisper, they pull and restrain
War with myself, and I’m caught in the fire, still...
#myself
32 reads
0 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 2:29pm
1st Feb 2025 2:29pm
Visage
Warm glazed sunrise through frost on glass
That views the lawn's faint white traced grass
Then 'cross the road and through the trees
Trunks brown shoed with fallen leaves
Going hushed, collar up, hands in pockets
Cold solitude feeling somehow worth it
I've a wandering soul too long kept home
Here tethered though I've longed to roam
[The sphere of men's a strangling coil, ever tightening
I should've gone rambling, a wilding, a viking
Tossed the dice, cut ties and bonds for room to grow
Loosed the stasis of things to...
That views the lawn's faint white traced grass
Then 'cross the road and through the trees
Trunks brown shoed with fallen leaves
Going hushed, collar up, hands in pockets
Cold solitude feeling somehow worth it
I've a wandering soul too long kept home
Here tethered though I've longed to roam
[The sphere of men's a strangling coil, ever tightening
I should've gone rambling, a wilding, a viking
Tossed the dice, cut ties and bonds for room to grow
Loosed the stasis of things to...
#myself
#mystery
#TruthOfLife
95 reads
13 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 1:30pm
27th Jan 2025 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
84 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...
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...
#birds
#LifeStruggles
#myself
72 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
183 reads
2 Comments
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