Poems About Myself Seeking Honest Critique
#myself
Poems about myself seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Sep 2024 10:56pm
12th Sep 2024 10:56pm
I am the haunted
Misery is the bed I sleep in
Shadows wake me as I lay paralyzed
No face I carry, but only the scar of your hatred
I am the haunted
A holy land that burns on through the night
Empty affectation of pain, I walk in the battle of my thoughts
My gravestone is what I bear as a reminder
I am the haunted
Shadows wake me as I lay paralyzed
No face I carry, but only the scar of your hatred
I am the haunted
A holy land that burns on through the night
Empty affectation of pain, I walk in the battle of my thoughts
My gravestone is what I bear as a reminder
I am the haunted
#dark
#death
#emptiness
#myself
#shadows
94 reads
4 Comments
poetic_gawdess
Poem Published
12th Sep 2024 3:29am
12th Sep 2024 3:29am
Once Upon A Four Leaf Clover
Normally I don’t make wishes
but here I am finding myself
hopeful.
In my palm, delicately placed
a four leaf clover.
I’ve needed some good luck.
because lately i’ve been feeling stuck.
And now this little piece of greenery
has lit my fire,
like a match has been struck.
Fortune never seems to find me,
in fact, it evades me.
Hard times and bad days
are what made me.
Stronger? I’m not really sure,
but I’m durable.
Born to lose but built to win,
still mentally conditioned to believe that
I’m...
but here I am finding myself
hopeful.
In my palm, delicately placed
a four leaf clover.
I’ve needed some good luck.
because lately i’ve been feeling stuck.
And now this little piece of greenery
has lit my fire,
like a match has been struck.
Fortune never seems to find me,
in fact, it evades me.
Hard times and bad days
are what made me.
Stronger? I’m not really sure,
but I’m durable.
Born to lose but built to win,
still mentally conditioned to believe that
I’m...
#confessional
#hope
#myself
206 reads
5 Comments
poetic_gawdess
Poem Published
5th Sep 2024 2:14am
5th Sep 2024 2:14am
The Girl of Your Nightmares
She is often described as wicked,
all because, well she’s “different.”
She’s fond of the nighttime
and the color black,
but it doesn’t mean she’s evil,
cut the girl some slack.
She looks unapproachable
she wears a mean look on her face,
like she would take your soul,
or put bitches in their place.
But she’s actually quite pleasant,
if you took the time to get to know her.
Instead of judge her from afar,
or give her the cold shoulder.
Her laugh is infectious,
her eyes are...
all because, well she’s “different.”
She’s fond of the nighttime
and the color black,
but it doesn’t mean she’s evil,
cut the girl some slack.
She looks unapproachable
she wears a mean look on her face,
like she would take your soul,
or put bitches in their place.
But she’s actually quite pleasant,
if you took the time to get to know her.
Instead of judge her from afar,
or give her the cold shoulder.
Her laugh is infectious,
her eyes are...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#passion
#SelfReflection
215 reads
8 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
27th Aug 2024 3:48pm
27th Aug 2024 3:48pm
Get the Meat Out!
Get the words out of your head
It has taken residence there for too long
Are you afraid of what they say?
That they will not like it?
Hey Fia they are all not going to like it.
They are not all supposed to like it.
Get the meat out
Then cook it
Then decide on the sides
If you want a desert
Add something sticky sweet.
What I am saying is get the words out of your head
Are you going Mad giving yourself a pep talk?
Not sure. But this needed to be said
So I said it.
It has taken residence there for too long
Are you afraid of what they say?
That they will not like it?
Hey Fia they are all not going to like it.
They are not all supposed to like it.
Get the meat out
Then cook it
Then decide on the sides
If you want a desert
Add something sticky sweet.
What I am saying is get the words out of your head
Are you going Mad giving yourself a pep talk?
Not sure. But this needed to be said
So I said it.
#confessional
#myself
85 reads
20 Comments
UbiquitousVoid
Poem Published
24th Aug 2024 1:19pm
24th Aug 2024 1:19pm
WALTZ
Somber, typical wake from sleep
Classical tunes to adorn routine
Bits of sustenance, a light snack
Deluge of caffeine, I like it black
Walk to nowhere and home again
This infinite waltz, my only friend
Classical tunes to adorn routine
Bits of sustenance, a light snack
Deluge of caffeine, I like it black
Walk to nowhere and home again
This infinite waltz, my only friend
#boredom
#LifeCycle
#myself
170 reads
4 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
17th Aug 2024 10:46am
17th Aug 2024 10:46am
A word on footnotes
I run my fingers
over the spines of her library,
pull out books on fungi
& feminism to name a few
revel in the fact there is no dust
lingering between her books;
to be admired in a way
how she devotes to their care.
I pull out a poetry collection,
flick through its pages
recoil in horror as I find
pages smothered in annotations,
margins full of reading notes
highlighted passages
quotes underlined.
Every anthology I own is perfect
as...
over the spines of her library,
pull out books on fungi
& feminism to name a few
revel in the fact there is no dust
lingering between her books;
to be admired in a way
how she devotes to their care.
I pull out a poetry collection,
flick through its pages
recoil in horror as I find
pages smothered in annotations,
margins full of reading notes
highlighted passages
quotes underlined.
Every anthology I own is perfect
as...
#confessional
#depression
#LifeAsAWriter #myself
#LifeAsAWriter #myself
155 reads
1 Comment
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
14th Aug 2024 2:46pm
14th Aug 2024 2:46pm
Grime
Much like everything in life
I overthought it
the state of that kitchen window
the way this body would need
to extend through its current state
to reach the top
to scrub the dirt
to squeegee panes
and all damn year
I’ve looked out at the yard
through rain stained glass
knowing I could fix it
but not giving a single shit
because I haven’t.
I haven’t given a fuck.
I’ve felt destroyed
and I’ve stuck bandaids
over busted pipes in the hope
it would stop the flood ...
I overthought it
the state of that kitchen window
the way this body would need
to extend through its current state
to reach the top
to scrub the dirt
to squeegee panes
and all damn year
I’ve looked out at the yard
through rain stained glass
knowing I could fix it
but not giving a single shit
because I haven’t.
I haven’t given a fuck.
I’ve felt destroyed
and I’ve stuck bandaids
over busted pipes in the hope
it would stop the flood ...
#confessional
#depression
#grief
#myself
#disability
171 reads
6 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
13th Aug 2024 1:02am
13th Aug 2024 1:02am
the poem my period brought me
it’s been 107 days since I bled
my womb thick with exit signs
a few little deaths
long strands
streak across white tissue
as I look at them momentarily
revelling in an explanation
for the tears that flooded
the whole damn house
because sure
I blamed the moon
and Mercury
and that wayward bomb
as a valid reason as to why
I’ve felt so atomically shitty,
but there’s no-one else here
in the bathroom
behind a closed door
demanding...
my womb thick with exit signs
a few little deaths
long strands
streak across white tissue
as I look at them momentarily
revelling in an explanation
for the tears that flooded
the whole damn house
because sure
I blamed the moon
and Mercury
and that wayward bomb
as a valid reason as to why
I’ve felt so atomically shitty,
but there’s no-one else here
in the bathroom
behind a closed door
demanding...
#menstruation
#myself
#women #vulnerability
#women #vulnerability
152 reads
7 Comments
Edward80
Ef
Ef
Poem Published
10th Aug 2024 5:52pm
10th Aug 2024 5:52pm
Fight
#FeelingLost
#myself
101 reads
4 Comments
poetic_gawdess
Poem Published
10th Aug 2024 2:43pm
10th Aug 2024 2:43pm
Euphoria
Memories began to fade..
I could no longer relive the days,
that I used to know.
Nor could I be the girl, I used to be.
An entirely different version of myself
I am not the same girl, that you see.
How I long for the feelings of euphoria,
to come and visit me.
In the instant I was happy, wild, young, and carefree.
Adulthood reared its hand back and slapped me in the face,
and now I feel like I am trapped in the sunken place.
Wanting to crawl out of this hole
that I have so blindly dug on my own accord.
I am in...
I could no longer relive the days,
that I used to know.
Nor could I be the girl, I used to be.
An entirely different version of myself
I am not the same girl, that you see.
How I long for the feelings of euphoria,
to come and visit me.
In the instant I was happy, wild, young, and carefree.
Adulthood reared its hand back and slapped me in the face,
and now I feel like I am trapped in the sunken place.
Wanting to crawl out of this hole
that I have so blindly dug on my own accord.
I am in...
#happiness
#hope
#myself #sadness
#myself #sadness
257 reads
12 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
7th Aug 2024 12:07pm
7th Aug 2024 12:07pm
Life Recipe
Ingredients:
cups of dreams
tablespoons of challenges
pinches of laughter
handful of tears
tight hugs
true friends
doses of courage
liters of love
Preparation:
In a large bowl, mix dreams with challenges,
mixing well until a homogeneous mass is formed.
Add pinches of laughter,
ensuring they spread throughout the mixture.
Little by little, incorporate the tears,
allowing the dough to become lighter and more malleable.
Add tight hugs and true friends,
mixing carefully so as not to break it. ...
cups of dreams
tablespoons of challenges
pinches of laughter
handful of tears
tight hugs
true friends
doses of courage
liters of love
Preparation:
In a large bowl, mix dreams with challenges,
mixing well until a homogeneous mass is formed.
Add pinches of laughter,
ensuring they spread throughout the mixture.
Little by little, incorporate the tears,
allowing the dough to become lighter and more malleable.
Add tight hugs and true friends,
mixing carefully so as not to break it. ...
#courage
#dreams
#friendship
#love
#myself
317 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
5th Aug 2024 12:25pm
5th Aug 2024 12:25pm
My 20's
I don't care where you are or what you do...
Stop!
I don't want you to become me.
Stop!
I don't want you to become me.
#anxiety
#confessional
#mirror
#myself
#redemption
140 reads
6 Comments
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