Least Read Poems About Myself
#myself
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 6:01am
5th Apr 2020 6:01am
I want to say 3/30
I want to say
trip the
light
fantastic but it means to
dance
this is not what I want to say here
I want to sign a
requiem
for a
dream but that’s
a movie
for tripping
it’s telling me all kinds of
things
it’s gesturing me
to
conduct
compose
di-
a -
gram
a
mirror
of
my own
light
it’s telling
me to
own lines
& let’s not
drown
in the mirror ...
trip the
light
fantastic but it means to
dance
this is not what I want to say here
I want to sign a
requiem
for a
dream but that’s
a movie
for tripping
it’s telling me all kinds of
things
it’s gesturing me
to
conduct
compose
di-
a -
gram
a
mirror
of
my own
light
it’s telling
me to
own lines
& let’s not
drown
in the mirror ...
#identity
#myself
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 6:33am
5th Apr 2020 6:33am
I rub upon your 4/30
I rub upon your
temples
coarse
finger grains
fine
the microcosm
the mica
the pumice
of breaking apart
i could break it down
phonetically
with eye
naked
exfoliated
but the ocular
that’s learned how things occur
the abstract
mold concept
superimposed
rods
cones
making wind
stone
my words
pottery
they are the clay
living poetry
ephemeral dirt
in oyster shells
temples
coarse
finger grains
fine
the microcosm
the mica
the pumice
of breaking apart
i could break it down
phonetically
with eye
naked
exfoliated
but the ocular
that’s learned how things occur
the abstract
mold concept
superimposed
rods
cones
making wind
stone
my words
pottery
they are the clay
living poetry
ephemeral dirt
in oyster shells
#identity
#myself
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FeNyX
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2021 9:17am
2nd Jan 2021 9:17am
Reluctant
I look to the empty box
white cursor blinking
Sigh
I start the tune app and wait for it to load
I don't want it to
Then Ill have to see the 1st song
Sigh
It's loaded
I stir my coffee for a full minute
In nervous diversion
Pills!
I get up and fill my special cup
1 of these, 1 of these, no 2 of these
1 of these, two of these today
1 of those and 1 of these and skip this one
and this one ...
Check the stash for inventory
Gotta order this one again
Ok back in front of comp ...
white cursor blinking
Sigh
I start the tune app and wait for it to load
I don't want it to
Then Ill have to see the 1st song
Sigh
It's loaded
I stir my coffee for a full minute
In nervous diversion
Pills!
I get up and fill my special cup
1 of these, 1 of these, no 2 of these
1 of these, two of these today
1 of those and 1 of these and skip this one
and this one ...
Check the stash for inventory
Gotta order this one again
Ok back in front of comp ...
#love
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#myself
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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
13th Oct 2020 2:30am
13th Oct 2020 2:30am
Let me Be In "credible"
Silent waves emerged
at coastal summer time,
the heat of sand
below my feet.
Tenderness of saltwater's mud,
claimed no name,
at five o clock.
Radiant tone and curvy hips,
exquisite Nubian pearl.
Chastised liquor drinks,
under palm trees while I sing.
Blow of winds in curly grain,
wondrous structure of seashells
lingering on the shore,
mystery foretold,
the smell of a breeze,
that came out of south
to the north.
A gaze into coffee lids,
Just how...
at coastal summer time,
the heat of sand
below my feet.
Tenderness of saltwater's mud,
claimed no name,
at five o clock.
Radiant tone and curvy hips,
exquisite Nubian pearl.
Chastised liquor drinks,
under palm trees while I sing.
Blow of winds in curly grain,
wondrous structure of seashells
lingering on the shore,
mystery foretold,
the smell of a breeze,
that came out of south
to the north.
A gaze into coffee lids,
Just how...
#LifeChangingMoment
#myself
#LifeCycle
#meditation
#SelfWorth
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FeNyX
Poem Published
28th Apr 2021 5:04pm
28th Apr 2021 5:04pm
A7 dim sus 4
Caught between here and there
From everywhere to nowhere
Moving between all dimensions
Only to evaporate in the very aether
A negative of a negative makes no Positive
Relinquishing your power only turns caustic
Pain twists to love in surreal pathetic visions
What was once elastic only becomes problematic
Did you see? Did you see?
God damn that was me ...
Did you see? Did you see?
Only to to have to forget in perpetuity
One soul divided by sense
Oh no ... no need for any recompense ...
(Phonograph...
From everywhere to nowhere
Moving between all dimensions
Only to evaporate in the very aether
A negative of a negative makes no Positive
Relinquishing your power only turns caustic
Pain twists to love in surreal pathetic visions
What was once elastic only becomes problematic
Did you see? Did you see?
God damn that was me ...
Did you see? Did you see?
Only to to have to forget in perpetuity
One soul divided by sense
Oh no ... no need for any recompense ...
(Phonograph...
#love
#myself
#hurt
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PAR
Poem Published
19th Jan 2023 9:09pm
19th Jan 2023 9:09pm
Everything and Nothing Again
The wind passes long
loading nothing
beyond the smell
of breathing.
the eyes watch
and focus on something else
and nothing again...
Some come, some go;
others wait
the encounter with death.
The wind passes along,
observe and ignore
as if nothing
there was to win.
Tears frozen in the air.
the clouds gathered
where
nobody cares,
not even the eyes
nor the dust in the rain.
How it looks,
how does it sound?
What matters
If you can't compare... ...
loading nothing
beyond the smell
of breathing.
the eyes watch
and focus on something else
and nothing again...
Some come, some go;
others wait
the encounter with death.
The wind passes along,
observe and ignore
as if nothing
there was to win.
Tears frozen in the air.
the clouds gathered
where
nobody cares,
not even the eyes
nor the dust in the rain.
How it looks,
how does it sound?
What matters
If you can't compare... ...
#mirror
#myself
#meditation #philosophical
#meditation #philosophical
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PAR
Poem Published
18th Jan 2023 10:06pm
18th Jan 2023 10:06pm
No sailor's tide!
January 1st,
4 o'clock in the afternoon,
the irreversible tide,
brings and takes waves
that rise.
The tide brings offerings,
promises, regrets...
No surprise,
no surprise.
Novelties, no!
No novelty comes
to the shore.
0p
The happiness will never
sell on the beach.
The pupils of my eyes
went out for a walk
and took the papillae
of my memory with them.
A salt of gustatory memories,
a drink of the intimate, whole sea,
blue green gray.
The red tide of...
4 o'clock in the afternoon,
the irreversible tide,
brings and takes waves
that rise.
The tide brings offerings,
promises, regrets...
No surprise,
no surprise.
Novelties, no!
No novelty comes
to the shore.
0p
The happiness will never
sell on the beach.
The pupils of my eyes
went out for a walk
and took the papillae
of my memory with them.
A salt of gustatory memories,
a drink of the intimate, whole sea,
blue green gray.
The red tide of...
#mirror
#myself
#meditation #philosophical
#meditation #philosophical
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PAR
Poem Published
19th Jan 2023 11:39am
19th Jan 2023 11:39am
Gravel
there are birds that fall
from the sky like drops
of dew and then pierce the white
of the eyes concave mirrors
the dreams in the skin
of the convex mirror
there are birds that fall
from the sky like clouds
red scattered as they were
the feathers on the stones
smoother than gravel.
The brick blue of your eyes
stood out in the red of the trees
gave sharp notes
to the green of the clouds…
printed and expressed
in transparent dots
that does not allow
neither false realities
nor clusters in the...
from the sky like drops
of dew and then pierce the white
of the eyes concave mirrors
the dreams in the skin
of the convex mirror
there are birds that fall
from the sky like clouds
red scattered as they were
the feathers on the stones
smoother than gravel.
The brick blue of your eyes
stood out in the red of the trees
gave sharp notes
to the green of the clouds…
printed and expressed
in transparent dots
that does not allow
neither false realities
nor clusters in the...
#mirror
#myself
#meditation #philosophical
#meditation #philosophical
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PAR
Poem Published
19th Jan 2023 11:34am
19th Jan 2023 11:34am
Invisible Winged Being
(...) Love is this enchanted force
that messes up the bed and nothingness.
It cuts, destroys and reduces us
It's like a burning star
that cuts people off.
It fills us with strength and the cross (...)
(...) Where are the wings
lent to me
by the angels?
Well, if it wasn't the angels,
it was the butterflies...
Where are they, I ask anxiously,
these borrowed wings?(...)
PAR
that messes up the bed and nothingness.
It cuts, destroys and reduces us
It's like a burning star
that cuts people off.
It fills us with strength and the cross (...)
(...) Where are the wings
lent to me
by the angels?
Well, if it wasn't the angels,
it was the butterflies...
Where are they, I ask anxiously,
these borrowed wings?(...)
PAR
#mirror
#myself
#meditation #philosophical
#meditation #philosophical
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PAR
Poem Published
19th Jan 2023 9:14pm
19th Jan 2023 9:14pm
Whores at the Gates of Heaven
That of the whores
it's like the wind
that hits us in the face
and cover our eyes.
The wind takes the smell
of the whores.
The wind has the mood
of the beatniks.
the wind drags
the smell of beasts
like arrows fired
in all directions.
whores still
on every corner.
whores wait
let the wind hit them in the face.
the whores seem
like blindfolded virgins
who sell veiled purities.
whores are exempt
of all sins
whores have everything
what a poem
can't say.
...
it's like the wind
that hits us in the face
and cover our eyes.
The wind takes the smell
of the whores.
The wind has the mood
of the beatniks.
the wind drags
the smell of beasts
like arrows fired
in all directions.
whores still
on every corner.
whores wait
let the wind hit them in the face.
the whores seem
like blindfolded virgins
who sell veiled purities.
whores are exempt
of all sins
whores have everything
what a poem
can't say.
...
#mirror
#confessional
#myself #philosophical
#myself #philosophical
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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
17th Jun 2020 00:44am
17th Jun 2020 00:44am
More Than The Eye Can See- Poetic Strength
It took me long
To correct the self-inflicted
It seemed as if I settled for less,
Now in the mirror
I see the woman I have become,
resemblance of beauty and Intelligence
I overcame the barriers between life and death at birth,
I didn’t succumb to failure of tests
Father- and defenseless,
but I had the greater one above … “God”
"You know how much I fought for my education"
And when that time..... facial paralysis
decided to knock on my door one night,
Woke up ,swollen and numb,
During my prime time,
That was...
To correct the self-inflicted
It seemed as if I settled for less,
Now in the mirror
I see the woman I have become,
resemblance of beauty and Intelligence
I overcame the barriers between life and death at birth,
I didn’t succumb to failure of tests
Father- and defenseless,
but I had the greater one above … “God”
"You know how much I fought for my education"
And when that time..... facial paralysis
decided to knock on my door one night,
Woke up ,swollen and numb,
During my prime time,
That was...
#strength
#LifeStruggles
#LifeChangingMoment
#myself
#determination
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Chere-Rene13
Poem Published
1st Feb 2023 2:40am
1st Feb 2023 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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