Poems About Myself Seeking Honest Critique
#myself
Poems about myself seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
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
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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 follow the...
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 follow the...
#myself
#mystery
#TruthOfLife
66 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
73 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
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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
146 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
89 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
89 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
52 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
54 reads
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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
169 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
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