Poems About Myself Seeking Honest Critique
#myself
Poems about myself seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
PAR
Poem Published
Today 00:13am
Today 00:13am
Chills
Nothing,
of what you see from this window,
silence...
Ache
like a cloak
falls asleep
over the roofs of rough fingers...
Frozen.
oblivion and wind
shutting up in the eyes.
These memorable lips
and those insatiable juices...
My desire and your thunder.
Word cloud to lose you.
I do not know if it's true
and I do not know
if it's because
I want your taste in my teeth.
Let me kiss you like that
with the sleep of lost dawns
and a black autumn sky.
So I take...
of what you see from this window,
silence...
Ache
like a cloak
falls asleep
over the roofs of rough fingers...
Frozen.
oblivion and wind
shutting up in the eyes.
These memorable lips
and those insatiable juices...
My desire and your thunder.
Word cloud to lose you.
I do not know if it's true
and I do not know
if it's because
I want your taste in my teeth.
Let me kiss you like that
with the sleep of lost dawns
and a black autumn sky.
So I take...
#mirror
#myself
#meditation
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Nachiyobe
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:55pm
Yesterday 9:55pm
Journal Entries...
#22 (2023)
I AM A SHIT PERSON…🥲
…and yeah I know,
saying it out loud doesn’t make it okay, but,
acting like I don’t know it,
doesn’t make it any less true..
I AM A SHIT PERSON…🙃
…and to be fair,
I probably owe lots of apologies,
for the things that I say,
and even more for the things that I do..
I AM A SHIT PERSON…😅
…and most times I try not to be,
but, honestly it’s a part of me that I can’t change,
so I choose to love it and learn from it everyday,
because I’m pretty sure if...
I AM A SHIT PERSON…🥲
…and yeah I know,
saying it out loud doesn’t make it okay, but,
acting like I don’t know it,
doesn’t make it any less true..
I AM A SHIT PERSON…🙃
…and to be fair,
I probably owe lots of apologies,
for the things that I say,
and even more for the things that I do..
I AM A SHIT PERSON…😅
…and most times I try not to be,
but, honestly it’s a part of me that I can’t change,
so I choose to love it and learn from it everyday,
because I’m pretty sure if...
#confessional
#myself
#acceptance #SelfDiscovery
#acceptance #SelfDiscovery
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PAR
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:44pm
Yesterday 4:44pm
Numbness
I noticed the scar
in his skin
:
memory stuff
of a never ending childhood
:
did it hurt? still hurts?
:
nothing hurts twice
the same pain and
no pain still hurts
:
like the bird that perches
on the ground.
in his skin
:
memory stuff
of a never ending childhood
:
did it hurt? still hurts?
:
nothing hurts twice
the same pain and
no pain still hurts
:
like the bird that perches
on the ground.
#silence
#mirror
#myself
24 reads
2 Comments
Chere-Rene13
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:40am
Yesterday 2:40am
A Quilt Of Quotes
A blanket of time, A comforter of learning echos, A bedspread that holds together your words of recite. This bed where you sleep & snore...Sweet dreams vs. nightmare screams. This bed for intimacy of two, that never exposes it's secret trust and the physical touch of love with hints of passions played. The book jacket of this bed is a warm, personal quilt of quotes. Words of a lifetime...sewn squares past history...together that enshords someone's meaning and thoughts of life. ...
#identity
#confessional
#memories
#myself
#choices
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PAR
Poem Published
31st Jan 2023 11:52pm
31st Jan 2023 11:52pm
Ophthalmias!
The red runs and
gather the berries
over the railway lines.
The leaves are picked up
from the august sky
fruits are collected
in rust of clouds.
Pick up the grains
that float trains
scratching the floor
in the landscape
that is a lost parallel
to a finite horizon.
Dig the earth
take it in the back
what leaks
on the sides of the wagons
smell of rust
that invades and
leave the conjunctivae
red.
Pour on me
thy lust
cannibal.
But don't bite me
just let me...
gather the berries
over the railway lines.
The leaves are picked up
from the august sky
fruits are collected
in rust of clouds.
Pick up the grains
that float trains
scratching the floor
in the landscape
that is a lost parallel
to a finite horizon.
Dig the earth
take it in the back
what leaks
on the sides of the wagons
smell of rust
that invades and
leave the conjunctivae
red.
Pour on me
thy lust
cannibal.
But don't bite me
just let me...
#mirror
#myself
33 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
31st Jan 2023 2:21pm
31st Jan 2023 2:21pm
Bilingual
Touch me in the depths
kiss me there, in the darkness...
on the wind bend.
hide yourself in me
like a scream.
...
...
...
Toca-me o recôndito
beija-me lá, na escuridão...
na curva do vento.
esconde-te em mim
como um grito.
PAR
kiss me there, in the darkness...
on the wind bend.
hide yourself in me
like a scream.
...
...
...
Toca-me o recôndito
beija-me lá, na escuridão...
na curva do vento.
esconde-te em mim
como um grito.
PAR
#mirror
#myself
#WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
31st Jan 2023 2:06pm
31st Jan 2023 2:06pm
Shelter
I do not like you...
I thought I should inform
before the storm!
Solidity does not last
and the nastiness is pure
illusion of matter.
Still lifes
and landscapes and portraits
running down the walls
soaking the baseboards
covering film
for the meat on the ground.
A scream stopped in the air
castanets atabaques xylophones
thousands of naked women
floating above our heads
raining down on us
weeping clouds
tropical storms
the trumpets of the military band.
Men spin
on...
I thought I should inform
before the storm!
Solidity does not last
and the nastiness is pure
illusion of matter.
Still lifes
and landscapes and portraits
running down the walls
soaking the baseboards
covering film
for the meat on the ground.
A scream stopped in the air
castanets atabaques xylophones
thousands of naked women
floating above our heads
raining down on us
weeping clouds
tropical storms
the trumpets of the military band.
Men spin
on...
#mirror
#myself
#meditation #philosophical
#meditation #philosophical
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PAR
Poem Published
30th Jan 2023 1:06pm
30th Jan 2023 1:06pm
Because of a friend named Sérgio
I sing whatever comes to mind
As the sound of birds
or the horns or the cars
I sing to the sound of boats
to the sound of the sea
inside the shell Inside the sea
I sing always and all the time
I sing what I sing
because I sing what comes
to my mouth
without sieves and without tribes
I sing only
because I cannot shut up...
PAR
As the sound of birds
or the horns or the cars
I sing to the sound of boats
to the sound of the sea
inside the shell Inside the sea
I sing always and all the time
I sing what I sing
because I sing what comes
to my mouth
without sieves and without tribes
I sing only
because I cannot shut up...
PAR
#friendship
#mirror
#myself #philosophical
#myself #philosophical
33 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
30th Jan 2023 9:54am
30th Jan 2023 9:54am
Laying down on me
I predict you to guess me
to make me forget you
I reveal myself in secrets
I reveal my sour ones.
I throw myself at you.
Meteoric blue.
I don't keep a secret
I am the grove
who slept earlier
not to bend over
before the wind
I withdraw in you.
Metaphorical blue.
I'm a tortoise
Antonym, euphoric.
Time is so symbolic.
You lay that face on me
as a pulmonary embolism
eternal terminal illness
as if you were a seed
that doesn't sprout.
For it fell on the rough stone.
You...
to make me forget you
I reveal myself in secrets
I reveal my sour ones.
I throw myself at you.
Meteoric blue.
I don't keep a secret
I am the grove
who slept earlier
not to bend over
before the wind
I withdraw in you.
Metaphorical blue.
I'm a tortoise
Antonym, euphoric.
Time is so symbolic.
You lay that face on me
as a pulmonary embolism
eternal terminal illness
as if you were a seed
that doesn't sprout.
For it fell on the rough stone.
You...
#mirror
#myself
#philosophical
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PAR
Poem Published
30th Jan 2023 1:10am
30th Jan 2023 1:10am
Divine comedy
I am a poet, my love.
I'm a poet.
And poet has no remedy.
Poet suffers all harassment!
Poet does not die of boredom.
Throws rhymes off a building.
I am a poet... my love...
I'm a poet!
Poet does not have judgment.
Poet asks for no forgiveness.
Poet says what he has at hand.
A poet no one understands.
I am a poet - my love -
I'm a poet...
PAR
I'm a poet.
And poet has no remedy.
Poet suffers all harassment!
Poet does not die of boredom.
Throws rhymes off a building.
I am a poet... my love...
I'm a poet!
Poet does not have judgment.
Poet asks for no forgiveness.
Poet says what he has at hand.
A poet no one understands.
I am a poet - my love -
I'm a poet...
PAR
#mirror
#confessional
#myself
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
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PAR
Poem Published
28th Jan 2023 10:33pm
28th Jan 2023 10:33pm
Today's comment
I feel my flesh is made of
loud screams of god
and His tantrums,
His dumb ideas
are the lighthouses that
take me away from the coast,
I really am a boat
adrift and snoring in the
belly, and I smell like
a sludge of coffee from
God, but made out of His
mud is what I'm not...
PAR
loud screams of god
and His tantrums,
His dumb ideas
are the lighthouses that
take me away from the coast,
I really am a boat
adrift and snoring in the
belly, and I smell like
a sludge of coffee from
God, but made out of His
mud is what I'm not...
PAR
#atheism
#mirror
#myself #philosophical
#myself #philosophical
44 reads
10 Comments
a_methyste
Poem Published
28th Jan 2023 5:24pm
28th Jan 2023 5:24pm
At the cafe
Creepy cafe
Creepy mouse
Creepy house
Creepy world
the sweet embrace of an escape
leave it all behind
but where I go?
Creepy mouse
Creepy house
Creepy world
the sweet embrace of an escape
leave it all behind
but where I go?
#myself
32 reads
2 Comments
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