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.
mantisdeer
Cait
Cait
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 00:55am
6th Feb 2025 00:55am
Mariana's Trench
An upside down memory,
patiently waiting for your chance to burn.
You ballet turn, the cycle of restitution earned.
A mince meat defeat will only taste of bruised fruit
a chasm slowly tugging you under.
Your wrists will pop, los ojos, as well,
reflecting from them, the wreck of
one's Monday blues.
The sky no longer swirls.
deep pressure builds,
segments straying from the body they
once deserved.
The filament fizzles out
heating the water, wet sizzle.
Limbs, like a ship's central structure,
jut out,...
patiently waiting for your chance to burn.
You ballet turn, the cycle of restitution earned.
A mince meat defeat will only taste of bruised fruit
a chasm slowly tugging you under.
Your wrists will pop, los ojos, as well,
reflecting from them, the wreck of
one's Monday blues.
The sky no longer swirls.
deep pressure builds,
segments straying from the body they
once deserved.
The filament fizzles out
heating the water, wet sizzle.
Limbs, like a ship's central structure,
jut out,...
#love
#myself
#water
69 reads
1 Comment
NP_NP
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 6:31am
5th Feb 2025 6:31am
Insomnia
I toss and turn, restless in the dark, Counting sheep, but none will leave their mark. Midnight comes through halls so quiet, wondering if I locked all the doors, my mind won't be still.
Everyone's asleep, but I remain, A lonely ghost just existing. I lay in bed, thoughts of my plants, Their growth, their leaves—usually my trance.
But tonight, the silence can't ease my mind, Nothing's wrong, no troubles to find. No worries plague my sleepless state, Just an empty stillness.
The dishes are clean, the house in place, Yet I wander, lost in endless space. First to...
Everyone's asleep, but I remain, A lonely ghost just existing. I lay in bed, thoughts of my plants, Their growth, their leaves—usually my trance.
But tonight, the silence can't ease my mind, Nothing's wrong, no troubles to find. No worries plague my sleepless state, Just an empty stillness.
The dishes are clean, the house in place, Yet I wander, lost in endless space. First to...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#myself
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
65 reads
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 6:45pm
3rd Feb 2025 6:45pm
WAR WITH MYSELF
Shadows keep creeping in deep,
Battling demons,
misleading my reason,
they scream in the dark when I sleep
Drowning in echoes,
the voices are vicious,
they slither,
they tighten,
they reap,
Falling in cycles,
I struggle for silence, the war in my mind cuts too deep
Trapped in a cage of regret
Chained to the burdens I never forget
Poisonous venom,
it runs through my veins,
Lies in my ear keep appearing, they steer me, they whisper, they pull and restrain
War with myself, and I’m caught in the fire, still...
Battling demons,
misleading my reason,
they scream in the dark when I sleep
Drowning in echoes,
the voices are vicious,
they slither,
they tighten,
they reap,
Falling in cycles,
I struggle for silence, the war in my mind cuts too deep
Trapped in a cage of regret
Chained to the burdens I never forget
Poisonous venom,
it runs through my veins,
Lies in my ear keep appearing, they steer me, they whisper, they pull and restrain
War with myself, and I’m caught in the fire, still...
#myself
33 reads
0 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 2:29pm
1st Feb 2025 2:29pm
Visage
Warm glazed sunrise through frost on glass
That views the lawn's faint white traced grass
Then 'cross the road and through the trees
Trunks brown shoed with fallen leaves
Going hushed, collar up, hands in pockets
Cold solitude feeling somehow worth it
I've a wandering soul too long kept home
Here tethered though I've longed to roam
[The sphere of men's a strangling coil, ever tightening
I should've gone rambling, a wilding, a viking
Tossed the dice, cut ties and bonds for room to grow
Loosed the stasis of things to...
That views the lawn's faint white traced grass
Then 'cross the road and through the trees
Trunks brown shoed with fallen leaves
Going hushed, collar up, hands in pockets
Cold solitude feeling somehow worth it
I've a wandering soul too long kept home
Here tethered though I've longed to roam
[The sphere of men's a strangling coil, ever tightening
I should've gone rambling, a wilding, a viking
Tossed the dice, cut ties and bonds for room to grow
Loosed the stasis of things to...
#myself
#mystery
#TruthOfLife
95 reads
13 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 6:10am
30th Jan 2025 6:10am
it's not Halloween but this ghost costume still fits
Don't look at me
don't talk to me
I have nothing, NOTHING
to say
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO
I'm worse that that
I'm a head full of stagnant air
empty at least has potential
but stagnant is where
brainwaves go to die
I think all my important brainwaves have died
I tried to read an essay
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up
because it turns out I really hate
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that
is that I now...
don't talk to me
I have nothing, NOTHING
to say
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO
I'm worse that that
I'm a head full of stagnant air
empty at least has potential
but stagnant is where
brainwaves go to die
I think all my important brainwaves have died
I tried to read an essay
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up
because it turns out I really hate
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that
is that I now...
#boredom
#depression
#myself
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
108 reads
4 Comments
NoQuarter
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 10:29pm
28th Jan 2025 10:29pm
Prisoner Of My Mind
Its hard to dream,
when everything is already a nightmare.
Knowing you should just give up,
throw in the towel.
Everyday life seeming like a murder trial,
your name pulled through the mud.
Just speaking somehow pollutes the already
tainted air.
No reason to fight anymore,
its hard to buck a system built to destroy you.
Just a man,
and the law of the land-
no designated survivor,
a pig to the slaughter, it seems.
Every day,
a new rule broken
cancels out the get out...
when everything is already a nightmare.
Knowing you should just give up,
throw in the towel.
Everyday life seeming like a murder trial,
your name pulled through the mud.
Just speaking somehow pollutes the already
tainted air.
No reason to fight anymore,
its hard to buck a system built to destroy you.
Just a man,
and the law of the land-
no designated survivor,
a pig to the slaughter, it seems.
Every day,
a new rule broken
cancels out the get out...
#myself
133 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 1:30pm
27th Jan 2025 1:30pm
Others' poetry
Isn't it exhilarating
how someone's poetry
can ignite a fire within us?
When their words resonate
so deeply, it's like they unlock
hidden chambers in our own hearts,
revealing emotions and thoughts
we hadn't fully realized were there.
Crafting your own verses
becomes more than just writing
it's a dialogue between your soul and theirs,
a harmonious exchange
across the canvas of creativity.
I've always found
that immersing myself
in powerful poetry
not only inspires me
but...
how someone's poetry
can ignite a fire within us?
When their words resonate
so deeply, it's like they unlock
hidden chambers in our own hearts,
revealing emotions and thoughts
we hadn't fully realized were there.
Crafting your own verses
becomes more than just writing
it's a dialogue between your soul and theirs,
a harmonious exchange
across the canvas of creativity.
I've always found
that immersing myself
in powerful poetry
not only inspires me
but...
#confessional
#emotions
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#WritingPoetry
84 reads
12 Comments
Seed
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 1:19pm
26th Jan 2025 1:19pm
This Life Is For The Birds
Matthew 6:26 "Consider the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?"
I wanted to write a poem about birds.
I wanted to write a poem that shares the song of the Nightingale.
I wanted to write a poem that uses the lonely call of the Rain Crow at dusk.
I wanted to write a poem that shares the drumming of a Woodpecker on a tree in the not too distant woods.
I wanted to write a poem that records the mimicking of the Mockingbird atop a telephone...
I wanted to write a poem about birds.
I wanted to write a poem that shares the song of the Nightingale.
I wanted to write a poem that uses the lonely call of the Rain Crow at dusk.
I wanted to write a poem that shares the drumming of a Woodpecker on a tree in the not too distant woods.
I wanted to write a poem that records the mimicking of the Mockingbird atop a telephone...
#birds
#LifeStruggles
#myself
72 reads
0 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 8:50am
26th Jan 2025 8:50am
Phoenix 2
storms rage in these skies
but I'm not scared
no, because I've felt this before
the winds cut me deep like glass
sill I pushed through
I saw friends submerged by the ocean
hit by sorrows relentless waves
still I kept swimming
I watched the fires
like hell rushing towards me
been burnt down to nothing but ashes
somehow I arose
memories of a person I no longer am
yet I still live
but I'm not scared
no, because I've felt this before
the winds cut me deep like glass
sill I pushed through
I saw friends submerged by the ocean
hit by sorrows relentless waves
still I kept swimming
I watched the fires
like hell rushing towards me
been burnt down to nothing but ashes
somehow I arose
memories of a person I no longer am
yet I still live
#LifeStruggles
#myself
127 reads
3 Comments
Jade72
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 11:41pm
23rd Jan 2025 11:41pm
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
239 reads
6 Comments
NoQuarter
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 7:26am
22nd Jan 2025 7:26am
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
183 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 20th Jan 2025 1:49am
7th Sep 2019 6:32pm
7th Sep 2019 6:32pm
Wally Behind Bars
Writing live from an unknown location (and no not a prison),
Risen out of this prism ready to spill some euphemisms,
Wally is behind bars lit with cigars firing off shooting stars,
So you better keep up and listen to the colloquialisms.
Sit back, have a drink of this ink I think you’ll read and maybe like,
Like an open mic night it might just feel right to get up and fight,
But like an empathic telepathic I’ll make a prediction,
You’re going to leisurely follow me then swallow all my diction.
I know I don’t have to rhyme every time I write a simple...
Risen out of this prism ready to spill some euphemisms,
Wally is behind bars lit with cigars firing off shooting stars,
So you better keep up and listen to the colloquialisms.
Sit back, have a drink of this ink I think you’ll read and maybe like,
Like an open mic night it might just feel right to get up and fight,
But like an empathic telepathic I’ll make a prediction,
You’re going to leisurely follow me then swallow all my diction.
I know I don’t have to rhyme every time I write a simple...
#rhyming
#funny
#myself
646 reads
2 Comments
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