Poems About Myself by New Members
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Poems about myself by new members. Poems written by members who joined within the last 30 days.
NP_NP
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:39am
9th Dec 2024 1:39am
The Poet
Am I the thinker, fated to dwell at hell's dark gate?
The words, like storms, crash in my skull—
relentless, pleading to be written, a curse or gift, I ask God?
I can whisper beauty so soft it curls into your soul,
and in that moment, we are the only ones who exist.
You blink, bewildered, and say, "How do you do this?
I've confessed to you things I’ve never dared to speak, not even to my therapist."
It starts with a simple question—"If you could pick a memory to relive what would it be and why?"
I watch you slip away, carried by...
The words, like storms, crash in my skull—
relentless, pleading to be written, a curse or gift, I ask God?
I can whisper beauty so soft it curls into your soul,
and in that moment, we are the only ones who exist.
You blink, bewildered, and say, "How do you do this?
I've confessed to you things I’ve never dared to speak, not even to my therapist."
It starts with a simple question—"If you could pick a memory to relive what would it be and why?"
I watch you slip away, carried by...
#identity
#motivational
#MyInspiration
#myself
#philosophical
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NP_NP
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:39am
9th Dec 2024 1:39am
The Poet
Am I the thinker, fated to dwell at hell's dark gate?
The words, like storms, crash in my skull—
relentless, pleading to be written, a curse or gift, I ask God?
I can whisper beauty so soft it curls into your soul,
and in that moment, we are the only ones who exist.
You blink, bewildered, and say, "How do you do this?
I've confessed to you things I’ve never dared to speak, not even to my therapist."
It starts with a simple question—"If you could pick a memory to relive what would it be and why?"
I watch you slip away, carried by...
The words, like storms, crash in my skull—
relentless, pleading to be written, a curse or gift, I ask God?
I can whisper beauty so soft it curls into your soul,
and in that moment, we are the only ones who exist.
You blink, bewildered, and say, "How do you do this?
I've confessed to you things I’ve never dared to speak, not even to my therapist."
It starts with a simple question—"If you could pick a memory to relive what would it be and why?"
I watch you slip away, carried by...
#identity
#motivational
#MyInspiration
#myself
#philosophical
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1 Comment
NP_NP
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:39am
9th Dec 2024 1:39am
The Poet
Am I the thinker, fated to dwell at hell's dark gate?
The words, like storms, crash in my skull—
relentless, pleading to be written, a curse or gift, I ask God?
I can whisper beauty so soft it curls into your soul,
and in that moment, we are the only ones who exist.
You blink, bewildered, and say, "How do you do this?
I've confessed to you things I’ve never dared to speak, not even to my therapist."
It starts with a simple question—"If you could pick a memory to relive what would it be and why?"
I watch you slip away, carried by...
The words, like storms, crash in my skull—
relentless, pleading to be written, a curse or gift, I ask God?
I can whisper beauty so soft it curls into your soul,
and in that moment, we are the only ones who exist.
You blink, bewildered, and say, "How do you do this?
I've confessed to you things I’ve never dared to speak, not even to my therapist."
It starts with a simple question—"If you could pick a memory to relive what would it be and why?"
I watch you slip away, carried by...
#identity
#motivational
#MyInspiration
#myself
#philosophical
69 reads
1 Comment
NP_NP
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:39am
9th Dec 2024 1:39am
The Poet
Am I the thinker, fated to dwell at hell's dark gate?
The words, like storms, crash in my skull—
relentless, pleading to be written, a curse or gift, I ask God?
I can whisper beauty so soft it curls into your soul,
and in that moment, we are the only ones who exist.
You blink, bewildered, and say, "How do you do this?
I've confessed to you things I’ve never dared to speak, not even to my therapist."
It starts with a simple question—"If you could pick a memory to relive what would it be and why?"
I watch you slip away, carried by...
The words, like storms, crash in my skull—
relentless, pleading to be written, a curse or gift, I ask God?
I can whisper beauty so soft it curls into your soul,
and in that moment, we are the only ones who exist.
You blink, bewildered, and say, "How do you do this?
I've confessed to you things I’ve never dared to speak, not even to my therapist."
It starts with a simple question—"If you could pick a memory to relive what would it be and why?"
I watch you slip away, carried by...
#identity
#motivational
#MyInspiration
#myself
#philosophical
69 reads
1 Comment
NP_NP
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:39am
9th Dec 2024 1:39am
The Poet
Am I the thinker, fated to dwell at hell's dark gate?
The words, like storms, crash in my skull—
relentless, pleading to be written, a curse or gift, I ask God?
I can whisper beauty so soft it curls into your soul,
and in that moment, we are the only ones who exist.
You blink, bewildered, and say, "How do you do this?
I've confessed to you things I’ve never dared to speak, not even to my therapist."
It starts with a simple question—"If you could pick a memory to relive what would it be and why?"
I watch you slip away, carried by...
The words, like storms, crash in my skull—
relentless, pleading to be written, a curse or gift, I ask God?
I can whisper beauty so soft it curls into your soul,
and in that moment, we are the only ones who exist.
You blink, bewildered, and say, "How do you do this?
I've confessed to you things I’ve never dared to speak, not even to my therapist."
It starts with a simple question—"If you could pick a memory to relive what would it be and why?"
I watch you slip away, carried by...
#identity
#motivational
#MyInspiration
#myself
#philosophical
69 reads
1 Comment
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