Poems About Myself by New Members
#myself
Poems about myself by new members. Poems written by members who joined within the last 30 days.
Your ghost still haunts me
When dusks awakens and dew presents a lazy morning
My mind vagabonds to tender moments, where our bodies entertwined
Whenever the breeze plays its melody trough my soaring wings
The thought of you softly caresses my psyche
Your spirit surrounds me when I bathe,
Lathering becomes a playfull splurge of the senses
Your ghost still haunts me
I will forever be in love with the memory of you...
My mind vagabonds to tender moments, where our bodies entertwined
Whenever the breeze plays its melody trough my soaring wings
The thought of you softly caresses my psyche
Your spirit surrounds me when I bathe,
Lathering becomes a playfull splurge of the senses
Your ghost still haunts me
I will forever be in love with the memory of you...
#love
#myself
#relationships
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
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Your ghost still haunts me
When dusks awakens and dew presents a lazy morning
My mind vagabonds to tender moments, where our bodies entertwined
Whenever the breeze plays its melody trough my soaring wings
The thought of you softly caresses my psyche
Your spirit surrounds me when I bathe,
Lathering becomes a playfull splurge of the senses
Your ghost still haunts me
I will forever be in love with the memory of you...
My mind vagabonds to tender moments, where our bodies entertwined
Whenever the breeze plays its melody trough my soaring wings
The thought of you softly caresses my psyche
Your spirit surrounds me when I bathe,
Lathering becomes a playfull splurge of the senses
Your ghost still haunts me
I will forever be in love with the memory of you...
#love
#myself
#relationships
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
73 reads
2 Comments
Your ghost still haunts me
When dusks awakens and dew presents a lazy morning
My mind vagabonds to tender moments, where our bodies entertwined
Whenever the breeze plays its melody trough my soaring wings
The thought of you softly caresses my psyche
Your spirit surrounds me when I bathe,
Lathering becomes a playfull splurge of the senses
Your ghost still haunts me
I will forever be in love with the memory of you...
My mind vagabonds to tender moments, where our bodies entertwined
Whenever the breeze plays its melody trough my soaring wings
The thought of you softly caresses my psyche
Your spirit surrounds me when I bathe,
Lathering becomes a playfull splurge of the senses
Your ghost still haunts me
I will forever be in love with the memory of you...
#love
#myself
#relationships
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
73 reads
2 Comments
Your ghost still haunts me
When dusks awakens and dew presents a lazy morning
My mind vagabonds to tender moments, where our bodies entertwined
Whenever the breeze plays its melody trough my soaring wings
The thought of you softly caresses my psyche
Your spirit surrounds me when I bathe,
Lathering becomes a playfull splurge of the senses
Your ghost still haunts me
I will forever be in love with the memory of you...
My mind vagabonds to tender moments, where our bodies entertwined
Whenever the breeze plays its melody trough my soaring wings
The thought of you softly caresses my psyche
Your spirit surrounds me when I bathe,
Lathering becomes a playfull splurge of the senses
Your ghost still haunts me
I will forever be in love with the memory of you...
#love
#myself
#relationships
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
73 reads
2 Comments
Your ghost still haunts me
When dusks awakens and dew presents a lazy morning
My mind vagabonds to tender moments, where our bodies entertwined
Whenever the breeze plays its melody trough my soaring wings
The thought of you softly caresses my psyche
Your spirit surrounds me when I bathe,
Lathering becomes a playfull splurge of the senses
Your ghost still haunts me
I will forever be in love with the memory of you...
My mind vagabonds to tender moments, where our bodies entertwined
Whenever the breeze plays its melody trough my soaring wings
The thought of you softly caresses my psyche
Your spirit surrounds me when I bathe,
Lathering becomes a playfull splurge of the senses
Your ghost still haunts me
I will forever be in love with the memory of you...
#love
#myself
#relationships
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
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And it begins...
And it begins, a cosmic mistake,
of stars and worlds born from dust.
What was once nothing,
now is nothing with meaning.
The nothingness created into something,
by our zealous obsessed minds.
It gives me solace to know
that your something means nothing.
A hint of jealousy from my nothingness,
that doesn't want to feel alone.
So now as we dance with the already,
I grieve the soon to be.
As you smell the red of roses,
I feel the thorns they carry.
Without mourning stars, ...
of stars and worlds born from dust.
What was once nothing,
now is nothing with meaning.
The nothingness created into something,
by our zealous obsessed minds.
It gives me solace to know
that your something means nothing.
A hint of jealousy from my nothingness,
that doesn't want to feel alone.
So now as we dance with the already,
I grieve the soon to be.
As you smell the red of roses,
I feel the thorns they carry.
Without mourning stars, ...
#myself
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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
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