Poems About Myself Seeking Honest Critique
#myself
Poems about myself seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
poetic_gawdess
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:29pm
Yesterday 8:29pm
chains.
I am a victim.
of my own self conscience...
never seeing myself,
as worthy...
these chains of my mind,
bind me in self doubt...
corrupting every
positive light
that I try to see myself in...
from my unruly hair...
to the clothes that I wear...
make me weep in despair...
Fore, I don’t see myself as perfect.
nor close to it...
It is branded in my mind
that I don’t wear a size two...
A worn body,
with wide hips
is now riddled with stretch marks
from bearing 3...
of my own self conscience...
never seeing myself,
as worthy...
these chains of my mind,
bind me in self doubt...
corrupting every
positive light
that I try to see myself in...
from my unruly hair...
to the clothes that I wear...
make me weep in despair...
Fore, I don’t see myself as perfect.
nor close to it...
It is branded in my mind
that I don’t wear a size two...
A worn body,
with wide hips
is now riddled with stretch marks
from bearing 3...
#women
#beauty
#myself
#despair
#suffering
15 reads
6 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
20th Jan 2021 10:15am
20th Jan 2021 10:15am
I think you’ll find I am not a spill, Sir
Listen
I’m over the ‘s’ word
implying only
that these lines
were accidents
that this poem flowed
with purpose and grace,
filtering itself until pure
there’s no river here;
not even a damn pond
I don’t pour majestically
from babbling brooks of dreams,
paddling half-heartedly
in the shallow pools of cynicism
neither should I be compared
to dry rice
milk
a loose shit
on the way out—
I want my words
to strike the Earth
like a wet lamb ...
I’m over the ‘s’ word
implying only
that these lines
were accidents
that this poem flowed
with purpose and grace,
filtering itself until pure
there’s no river here;
not even a damn pond
I don’t pour majestically
from babbling brooks of dreams,
paddling half-heartedly
in the shallow pools of cynicism
neither should I be compared
to dry rice
milk
a loose shit
on the way out—
I want my words
to strike the Earth
like a wet lamb ...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#frustration
#WritingPoetry
49 reads
13 Comments
Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
11th Jan 2021 2:21am
11th Jan 2021 2:21am
PCOS
She lives inside my body like an unwanted house guest ; unwelcome by all.
She strikes at the most important moments and leaves me with nothing but anger and pain.
She stays inside my lungs like a cancer that refuses to be killed, she is part of me.
I wake up sometimes mad at the world and the sky,
Mad at anything and everyone who tells me that I’ll be alright.
Because I am not alright, I am not fine.
I wake up and yell at god, asking why me.
There is no cure for what I have, and I may never have children because of it,
And I think that’s...
She strikes at the most important moments and leaves me with nothing but anger and pain.
She stays inside my lungs like a cancer that refuses to be killed, she is part of me.
I wake up sometimes mad at the world and the sky,
Mad at anything and everyone who tells me that I’ll be alright.
Because I am not alright, I am not fine.
I wake up and yell at god, asking why me.
There is no cure for what I have, and I may never have children because of it,
And I think that’s...
#illness
#MentalHealth
#myself
21 reads
0 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
7th Jan 2021 1:28pm
7th Jan 2021 1:28pm
Don't measure me by thoughts
Do not measure me by thoughts,
Do not measure me by words
Measure me by the stars,
By the wind, by the clouds
By the leaves that have fallen from trees,
By the warm summer rains,
By eternity somewhere in the sky,
By the blue azure seas
Along the pink shiver of sunsets,
By the thrill of moonlit nights,
By the thunder of distant rumblings,
Walking among the fields
By turquoise dewdrops,
By the whisper of white birches,
Along that twisted path,
Creeping among dreams ...
By the scent of...
Do not measure me by words
Measure me by the stars,
By the wind, by the clouds
By the leaves that have fallen from trees,
By the warm summer rains,
By eternity somewhere in the sky,
By the blue azure seas
Along the pink shiver of sunsets,
By the thrill of moonlit nights,
By the thunder of distant rumblings,
Walking among the fields
By turquoise dewdrops,
By the whisper of white birches,
Along that twisted path,
Creeping among dreams ...
By the scent of...
#dreams
#myself
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
#SelfDiscovery
110 reads
44 Comments
Oslynray
Rosalyn
Rosalyn
Poem Published
7th Jan 2021 00:26am
7th Jan 2021 00:26am
Shy Black Girl
Boy do I wish I had a dollar,
One bill for every single time,
I’m just minding my own business,
And someone is demanding that I smile...
“Why you look so mean?”
“Aww, I know it’s not that bad...?”
Whereas I WAS chilling before,
Having a good day,
This kind of thing makes me mad...
I only speak when I need to,
And I don’t like eyes all on me,
I’m not angry or sad,
And I wish you’d worry more about you,
& Less about me.
You can’t just be a quiet black girl,
Nope, they’ll assume you live with your nose in the air, ...
One bill for every single time,
I’m just minding my own business,
And someone is demanding that I smile...
“Why you look so mean?”
“Aww, I know it’s not that bad...?”
Whereas I WAS chilling before,
Having a good day,
This kind of thing makes me mad...
I only speak when I need to,
And I don’t like eyes all on me,
I’m not angry or sad,
And I wish you’d worry more about you,
& Less about me.
You can’t just be a quiet black girl,
Nope, they’ll assume you live with your nose in the air, ...
#identity
#confessional
#myself
38 reads
10 Comments
A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
6th Jan 2021 6:55am
6th Jan 2021 6:55am
Black To Red
It's an optimist's world out there
My style is out of touch with you
All I've ever known was shrouded dusk
The skin reflects the person within
Nails are painted black as coal
Somehow I yearn for a little more
Bleeding from my finger tips, blind from the sight
Of this brand new shade
My style is out of touch with you
All I've ever known was shrouded dusk
The skin reflects the person within
Nails are painted black as coal
Somehow I yearn for a little more
Bleeding from my finger tips, blind from the sight
Of this brand new shade
#identity
#myself
#vanity
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0 Comments
Lord_Raven
Poem Published
5th Jan 2021 9:51pm
5th Jan 2021 9:51pm
Self-deprecation
Jeff you think you are so smart
But you are as dumb as they come
There is nothing good about you
Not even worth squashing you under my thumb
You are so black
If all the lights went off in the universe, yes that includes the stars... We'd still be able to see you in the dark!!!
You're a biological accident
A result of if deadpool and Freddy kruger had a baby
You're appalling to look at
Your face envokes a gag reflex
You're like the crack in dry clay revolting to look at
...
But you are as dumb as they come
There is nothing good about you
Not even worth squashing you under my thumb
You are so black
If all the lights went off in the universe, yes that includes the stars... We'd still be able to see you in the dark!!!
You're a biological accident
A result of if deadpool and Freddy kruger had a baby
You're appalling to look at
Your face envokes a gag reflex
You're like the crack in dry clay revolting to look at
...
#sadness
#depression
#myself
27 reads
4 Comments
Lord_Raven
Poem Published
5th Jan 2021 9:43pm
5th Jan 2021 9:43pm
The unworthy Knight
Why do you hurt me...
Why do you hurt me so....?
What have I ever done to not deserve your love?...
If nothing is wrong with me... How come I'm not the one?
Humans!!!
Always wanting true love but won't take it when it's standing right in front of them!!! Pitiful!!!
... Yet I'm the worthless Knight...
... 'You're great but the wrong hue'..
.... 'you say thee most beautiful things...
.... Only you're not who I wanna hear
..... Them from'....
...... Yes I'm just the worthless...
Why do you hurt me so....?
What have I ever done to not deserve your love?...
If nothing is wrong with me... How come I'm not the one?
Humans!!!
Always wanting true love but won't take it when it's standing right in front of them!!! Pitiful!!!
... Yet I'm the worthless Knight...
... 'You're great but the wrong hue'..
.... 'you say thee most beautiful things...
.... Only you're not who I wanna hear
..... Them from'....
...... Yes I'm just the worthless...
#love
#myself
#hurt
26 reads
0 Comments
plexus
Poem Published
5th Jan 2021 7:36pm
5th Jan 2021 7:36pm
Smaller Still
In smaller places
like closed cupboard doors
like between the washer and dryer
where McDuff got stuck
the dog of crooked ears and tail
of whimpers and runtism
in small places
like tunnels
near those tennis courts and the creek
like tunnels
the dear made in forsythia bushes
in this years sunken behind
like saggy skin
small enough
for me and Sarah
for me and Eliza
for Caroline and I
an orangey bloomy spring
the wide ride
through neighbor Bobs sprinklers ...
like closed cupboard doors
like between the washer and dryer
where McDuff got stuck
the dog of crooked ears and tail
of whimpers and runtism
in small places
like tunnels
near those tennis courts and the creek
like tunnels
the dear made in forsythia bushes
in this years sunken behind
like saggy skin
small enough
for me and Sarah
for me and Eliza
for Caroline and I
an orangey bloomy spring
the wide ride
through neighbor Bobs sprinklers ...
#childhood
#identity
#memories
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
39 reads
4 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
5th Jan 2021 1:02am
5th Jan 2021 1:02am
To all those that Dare
The well-trodden paths are beautiful, without flaws
And their trampled cover is smooth
There are no cobblestones, stones and sharp edges
There are signs from the words
The route is paved and it seems so boring
And every turn is predictable
And every step is already learned by passers-by
Everything is known there, in general
The peaks cannot be conquered in advance -
there are only plateaus
And all the rivers and seas are tamed
And the wind spreads at your feet quite calmly
Never knowing about storms ...
And their trampled cover is smooth
There are no cobblestones, stones and sharp edges
There are signs from the words
The route is paved and it seems so boring
And every turn is predictable
And every step is already learned by passers-by
Everything is known there, in general
The peaks cannot be conquered in advance -
there are only plateaus
And all the rivers and seas are tamed
And the wind spreads at your feet quite calmly
Never knowing about storms ...
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#choices
104 reads
37 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2021 8:44pm
3rd Jan 2021 8:44pm
The Rudiments
For Christmas my daughter gave me a practice pad
Along with a pair of drumsticks
Now I can play whenever I feel nostalgic or sad
I just need relearn the old licks
I still remember the rudiments it’s almost ghostlike
As the rhythm echoes audibly
But as soon as I hit the notes it’s like riding a bike
I didn’t forget but I’m just wobbly
With technology and social media I have resources
I can pull up videos and learn
I can retrain my brain with all these online courses
Until my fingers bleed and burn
I’m an old man...
Along with a pair of drumsticks
Now I can play whenever I feel nostalgic or sad
I just need relearn the old licks
I still remember the rudiments it’s almost ghostlike
As the rhythm echoes audibly
But as soon as I hit the notes it’s like riding a bike
I didn’t forget but I’m just wobbly
With technology and social media I have resources
I can pull up videos and learn
I can retrain my brain with all these online courses
Until my fingers bleed and burn
I’m an old man...
#music
#memories
#myself #learning
#myself #learning
44 reads
10 Comments
Oslynray
Rosalyn
Rosalyn
Poem Published
30th Dec 2020 5:58pm
30th Dec 2020 5:58pm
Look at me...
Feeling divine,
As I stand here in the mirror,
I admit that a lot of days I miss it,
But today... right now,
It couldn’t be any clearer.
I am a whole damn meal,
And I mean a 12 course,
So I sat down to compose this small self affirmation,
A reminder, if you will... of my worth.
With legs as long as sin,
And my beauty naturally acquired,
I am well read,
I am well written,
So it makes me a fire writer...
As woke as a newborn out the womb,
I stand here in all my glory,
Deciding that today there’s just no room, ...
As I stand here in the mirror,
I admit that a lot of days I miss it,
But today... right now,
It couldn’t be any clearer.
I am a whole damn meal,
And I mean a 12 course,
So I sat down to compose this small self affirmation,
A reminder, if you will... of my worth.
With legs as long as sin,
And my beauty naturally acquired,
I am well read,
I am well written,
So it makes me a fire writer...
As woke as a newborn out the womb,
I stand here in all my glory,
Deciding that today there’s just no room, ...
#beauty
#myself
#SelfWorth
43 reads
3 Comments
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