Poems about Myself
#myself
Honest and revealing poems about self awareness and self help. This section, poems about myself, lets writers explore how they see themselves and how they think others see them.
DevilsChild
Poem Published
1st Oct 2024 7:32am
1st Oct 2024 7:32am
Older
the older I get
the less patience I have
I don't have time
worrying about who likes me
I work and make money
doing it for my family
when I'm off I focus on inner peace
a few hobbies help wash away the day
I don't really care
if the neighbor is being a bitch
or some Karen is mad about my lawn
I like to get in touch with my emotions
and I'm not afraid to say it
after a life of being let down
I like to sit and cry
even if it's only on the inside
but it's not over those that hurt me
it's for those I...
the less patience I have
I don't have time
worrying about who likes me
I work and make money
doing it for my family
when I'm off I focus on inner peace
a few hobbies help wash away the day
I don't really care
if the neighbor is being a bitch
or some Karen is mad about my lawn
I like to get in touch with my emotions
and I'm not afraid to say it
after a life of being let down
I like to sit and cry
even if it's only on the inside
but it's not over those that hurt me
it's for those I...
#aging
#emotions
#myself
98 reads
5 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
26th Sep 2024 4:18am
26th Sep 2024 4:18am
Untitled 408
Using a razor till I cut myself
What does that tell you
Travel by night
Just to buy eggs
Organic if you must know
Fame was good
Always got good tables in restaurants
On the subway I'm a regular Joe
Writers get away with that
No annoying fans
No autographs
You're sexy
I'm a thug
It's all good
I wear a wind up watch
Stainless steel
Just like my heart
What does that tell you
Travel by night
Just to buy eggs
Organic if you must know
Fame was good
Always got good tables in restaurants
On the subway I'm a regular Joe
Writers get away with that
No annoying fans
No autographs
You're sexy
I'm a thug
It's all good
I wear a wind up watch
Stainless steel
Just like my heart
#confessional
#identity
#myself
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
128 reads
23 Comments
Results_May_Vary
Poem Published
19th Sep 2024 00:36am
19th Sep 2024 00:36am
Ovis
i am just a simple whisper
trust me to not make a whimper
i am just a forgotten liar
just me to burn in the fire
lie awake to pass the time
tell a lie to punish mine
show me
how to love and make this dissipate
show me
how to raise you up and hold you there
take your sin and eat your hate
believe you know and think you care
i am nothing but a whisper
trust me to bend a knee and lend an ear
waiting to take your daily order
i am just a servant, i am your whore
take me wherever your hell may guide ...
trust me to not make a whimper
i am just a forgotten liar
just me to burn in the fire
lie awake to pass the time
tell a lie to punish mine
show me
how to love and make this dissipate
show me
how to raise you up and hold you there
take your sin and eat your hate
believe you know and think you care
i am nothing but a whisper
trust me to bend a knee and lend an ear
waiting to take your daily order
i am just a servant, i am your whore
take me wherever your hell may guide ...
#family
#myself
#parent #relationships
#parent #relationships
81 reads
0 Comments
MYSTERIOUS_GIRL
Lizzy_3164
Lizzy_3164
Poem Published
17th Sep 2024 1:28am
17th Sep 2024 1:28am
Angel Of Death
Angel Of Death
Ive been feeling kind of disconnected
from my mind a lot these days
Its like I cant seem to shut the voices off
I cant get them to behave
I'm not really sure how much more
of this shit I can even take
Before this mask that I am forced
to wear just disintegrates
And losing family doesn't help
So now Im scaling the edge of a skyscraper
And no ones screaming save her
So Im wavering back and forth
between this life or something greater
Taking steps to reach the top
And Ill slip and fall if I ever...
Ive been feeling kind of disconnected
from my mind a lot these days
Its like I cant seem to shut the voices off
I cant get them to behave
I'm not really sure how much more
of this shit I can even take
Before this mask that I am forced
to wear just disintegrates
And losing family doesn't help
So now Im scaling the edge of a skyscraper
And no ones screaming save her
So Im wavering back and forth
between this life or something greater
Taking steps to reach the top
And Ill slip and fall if I ever...
#anger
#myself
#SelfReflection
132 reads
3 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 10:37pm
13th Sep 2024 10:37pm
Redneck Renaissance in The North Forty
I grew up in the shadow of Tallahassee where Blackstrap Molasses played 2nd fiddle to Bill Monroe's Blue Moon of Kentucky. Our home was a single-wide trailer sat cattywampus to the land field where we could, look homeward angel. Granny was in the jailhouse making license plates to be shipped out of state and I was in the kitchen painting the linoleum, worn-out floor. I was the preacher at The North Forty Pentecostal Church, where Skeeter Davis Ave. crosses Merle Haggard St.This week's "word" was taken from 'the 1946 edition of The Farmer's Almanac. "Hallelujah!" and I...
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
126 reads
0 Comments
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
76 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
130 reads
3 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
159 reads
8 Comments
Alexanjah
Alexandah
Alexandah
Poem Published
31st Aug 2024 7:23pm
31st Aug 2024 7:23pm
Roads
Opens his arms to all the condemned
lays down his sword when overwhelmed
To puzzled and frail to comprehend
Rage fuelled agony all in his head
The now is his but the rest is lost again
A memory of laughter grazing his skin
Blood boiled in oil as he pretends
A parody of society now the 1%
Tired, boots laced up with no honor
A nostalgia from the past sad & somber
Sinking in his shame, red dagger, blue fire
Weights so heavy it crippled his posture
So..
when the world comes crashing down ...
lays down his sword when overwhelmed
To puzzled and frail to comprehend
Rage fuelled agony all in his head
The now is his but the rest is lost again
A memory of laughter grazing his skin
Blood boiled in oil as he pretends
A parody of society now the 1%
Tired, boots laced up with no honor
A nostalgia from the past sad & somber
Sinking in his shame, red dagger, blue fire
Weights so heavy it crippled his posture
So..
when the world comes crashing down ...
#loneliness
#myself
#SelfWorth #shame
#SelfWorth #shame
186 reads
7 Comments
Kinkpoet
Bumped 29th Aug 2024 8:31pm
28th Aug 2020 4:44pm
28th Aug 2020 4:44pm
My Art
#oppression
#myself
#WritingPoetry
#freedom
#art
651 reads
10 Comments
moony_
Poem Published
28th Aug 2024 3:11am
28th Aug 2024 3:11am
Three Tears Left My Eyes
And all of a sudden
I am measuring my arms
And wrists
Realizing they are the same size
As my little cousins leg
And I can still see my ribs
And I feel as though I am nothing but bone
And I look in the mirror
I see a skeleton
With bloodied limbs
Cut by its own fingernails
Now I cannot unsee that same skeleton
With its bloody hands
Covered over its old faded scars
I see it every time I look at me
And it asks
“Wouldn’t you like to see your blood again?”
I am measuring my arms
And wrists
Realizing they are the same size
As my little cousins leg
And I can still see my ribs
And I feel as though I am nothing but bone
And I look in the mirror
I see a skeleton
With bloodied limbs
Cut by its own fingernails
Now I cannot unsee that same skeleton
With its bloody hands
Covered over its old faded scars
I see it every time I look at me
And it asks
“Wouldn’t you like to see your blood again?”
#myself
#SelfHarm
149 reads
4 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
40 reads
20 Comments
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