Poems About Myself Seeking Honest Critique
#myself
Poems about myself seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Pimp2ThaFuture04
Poem Published
Today 10:00pm
Today 10:00pm
BROKEN PENCIL by Wise Conscious
I got big ole potential
So I pick up that pencil
Sketch out my art with no stencil
It's always a party on my Avenue
Skanks and Twerkers in Daisy dukes
Loud mufflers and loud music
I was born with a gifts so I use it
Pick up the mic and flow
Verses I never get in front of a crowd
And get nervous
I express myself this way on purpose
If the energy ain't right then
I'm rebuking curses I rather be
Judged by 12 than carried by
6 to hearses
In almost all my rhymes I try
To curse less
I wear my words...
So I pick up that pencil
Sketch out my art with no stencil
It's always a party on my Avenue
Skanks and Twerkers in Daisy dukes
Loud mufflers and loud music
I was born with a gifts so I use it
Pick up the mic and flow
Verses I never get in front of a crowd
And get nervous
I express myself this way on purpose
If the energy ain't right then
I'm rebuking curses I rather be
Judged by 12 than carried by
6 to hearses
In almost all my rhymes I try
To curse less
I wear my words...
#myself
10 reads
2 Comments
Pepperdust
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:48am
Yesterday 10:48am
Phantom Agony.
Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck inside myself, only writing and feeling things about myself
when the world is so big.
But the eyes I have are mine, my brain and its synapses,
my tongue and my lungs, my fingers and movements,
these are also mine.
Therefore, it's hard to see something other than what my eyes can see
or feel and wonder about things my mind can't reach.
But even if I could, my lungs breathe for me
and my mouth is a slave.
I can not escape myself, because I am human.
And after everything,
it means to be a prisoner.
when the world is so big.
But the eyes I have are mine, my brain and its synapses,
my tongue and my lungs, my fingers and movements,
these are also mine.
Therefore, it's hard to see something other than what my eyes can see
or feel and wonder about things my mind can't reach.
But even if I could, my lungs breathe for me
and my mouth is a slave.
I can not escape myself, because I am human.
And after everything,
it means to be a prisoner.
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness
#myself
27 reads
3 Comments
Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
29th May 2020 4:10am
29th May 2020 4:10am
Why I Write
I don't want to write things that millions consume, I just want to write poems that connect me to you...
#identity
#myself
27 reads
1 Comment
underspoken
Poem Published
27th May 2020 1:04pm
27th May 2020 1:04pm
Time ticking
Looking around
Crying inside
Looking in the eyes
Many look past
Not a soul in sight
And nobody notice
The pain inside
As I’m behind hold
Against my will
And laugher all around
Strapped to the chest
3 bars
A few wires
Time ticking away
Looking for a place
To let loose
Going back and forth
Trying to ease the pain
Fighting between the 2
And not knowing the same
Going insane
Back and forth
As it’s getting packed
Fighting time
As it’s about to explode.
Crying inside
Looking in the eyes
Many look past
Not a soul in sight
And nobody notice
The pain inside
As I’m behind hold
Against my will
And laugher all around
Strapped to the chest
3 bars
A few wires
Time ticking away
Looking for a place
To let loose
Going back and forth
Trying to ease the pain
Fighting between the 2
And not knowing the same
Going insane
Back and forth
As it’s getting packed
Fighting time
As it’s about to explode.
#myself
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
27th May 2020 00:24am
27th May 2020 00:24am
A descent into obscurity
Trying to get myself moving again
Is hauling anchors uphill
With a head full of cement
My breath like the wind whistling through trees
The soundtrack to my descent
Into obscurity
Is hauling anchors uphill
With a head full of cement
My breath like the wind whistling through trees
The soundtrack to my descent
Into obscurity
#myself
#emotions
24 reads
1 Comment
Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
25th May 2020 4:33am
25th May 2020 4:33am
A place for my head
I've got to find my light again
But that work belongs to another day
I've got to find a place for my head
to rest and wipe away the gray sediment
But that work belongs to another day
I've got to find a place for my head
to rest and wipe away the gray sediment
#anxiety
#depression
#OCD
#MentalHealth
#myself
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
24th May 2020 3:30am
24th May 2020 3:30am
Passage And The Porch: Tales From Today
Stories of marriage; the passage of time
Pull my focus back to the porch
Songs 'bout fatherhood and finding the source of meaning in high tide
show me there's more to life
Pull my focus back to the porch
Songs 'bout fatherhood and finding the source of meaning in high tide
show me there's more to life
#family
#friendship
#identity
#myself
#gratitude
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
23rd May 2020 2:35am
23rd May 2020 2:35am
Flayed Self: The Will To Perceive
I want to see all of reality
A lack of holistic perspective is what weighs on me
I can't see myself fully in the fogged mirror
but by flaying myself here
I hope to see the inside clearer
A lack of holistic perspective is what weighs on me
I can't see myself fully in the fogged mirror
but by flaying myself here
I hope to see the inside clearer
#identity
#confessional
#myself
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
22nd May 2020 4:18am
22nd May 2020 4:18am
Title Forthcoming
The title of this work will be forthcoming
In spite of my will
I'm barrelling toward slumbering
Hypochondria exausting
my nervous system
I calm my nervous mind
by scribbling my intuitions
I send an adieu to you
my extended milieu
and Chase the respite
from the day I worked through
In spite of my will
I'm barrelling toward slumbering
Hypochondria exausting
my nervous system
I calm my nervous mind
by scribbling my intuitions
I send an adieu to you
my extended milieu
and Chase the respite
from the day I worked through
#identity
#myself
#gratitude
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
21st May 2020 3:43am
21st May 2020 3:43am
Admitting my Darkness: The Fear To Progress
Why do I struggle to admit my darkness?
I'm scared I'll be judged; that you will see me as heartless
If my actions don't conform to ambition's parchment then how can I expect you to trust where my heart is?
Not good enough for this
Not able to do that
catastrophic thoughts
bouncing ,round in my head
I know I am my greatest project
but I fear you'll focus on my flaws; not my progress
I'm scared I'll be judged; that you will see me as heartless
If my actions don't conform to ambition's parchment then how can I expect you to trust where my heart is?
Not good enough for this
Not able to do that
catastrophic thoughts
bouncing ,round in my head
I know I am my greatest project
but I fear you'll focus on my flaws; not my progress
#identity
#confessional
#myself #fear
#myself #fear
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
20th May 2020 1:57am
20th May 2020 1:57am
Your Sound Fills My Ears: Connection Restored
Connection restored
I find myself here
while once more
as your sound fills my ears
How little it costs
to recover my light
In no time at all
I discover piece of mind.
Thanks to you
thanks to them
My feet are planted
on the ground again
I find myself here
while once more
as your sound fills my ears
How little it costs
to recover my light
In no time at all
I discover piece of mind.
Thanks to you
thanks to them
My feet are planted
on the ground again
#friendship
#identity
#myself #gratitude
#myself #gratitude
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
19th May 2020 3:37am
19th May 2020 3:37am
Sunset Streaks: Steady Again
The sunset leaves streaks in my eyes
staining my brain for the rest of my time
Kicking rocks as I take it in
I feel as if I'm steady again
it may be true that all things will end
but I'm anchored here now with my loved ones in step
staining my brain for the rest of my time
Kicking rocks as I take it in
I feel as if I'm steady again
it may be true that all things will end
but I'm anchored here now with my loved ones in step
#family
#beauty
#myself #gratitude
#myself #gratitude
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