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.
Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
23rd May 2020 2:35am
23rd May 2020 2:35am
Flayed Self: The Will To Perceive
I want to see all of reality
A lack of holistic perspective is what weighs on me
I can't see myself fully in the fogged mirror
but by flaying myself here
I hope to see the inside clearer
A lack of holistic perspective is what weighs on me
I can't see myself fully in the fogged mirror
but by flaying myself here
I hope to see the inside clearer
#identity
#confessional
#myself
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
22nd May 2020 4:18am
22nd May 2020 4:18am
Title Forthcoming
The title of this work will be forthcoming
In spite of my will
I'm barrelling toward slumbering
Hypochondria exausting
my nervous system
I calm my nervous mind
by scribbling my intuitions
I send an adieu to you
my extended milieu
and Chase the respite
from the day I worked through
In spite of my will
I'm barrelling toward slumbering
Hypochondria exausting
my nervous system
I calm my nervous mind
by scribbling my intuitions
I send an adieu to you
my extended milieu
and Chase the respite
from the day I worked through
#identity
#myself
#gratitude
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
21st May 2020 3:43am
21st May 2020 3:43am
Admitting my Darkness: The Fear To Progress
Why do I struggle to admit my darkness?
I'm scared I'll be judged; that you will see me as heartless
If my actions don't conform to ambition's parchment then how can I expect you to trust where my heart is?
Not good enough for this
Not able to do that
catastrophic thoughts
bouncing ,round in my head
I know I am my greatest project
but I fear you'll focus on my flaws; not my progress
I'm scared I'll be judged; that you will see me as heartless
If my actions don't conform to ambition's parchment then how can I expect you to trust where my heart is?
Not good enough for this
Not able to do that
catastrophic thoughts
bouncing ,round in my head
I know I am my greatest project
but I fear you'll focus on my flaws; not my progress
#identity
#confessional
#myself #fear
#myself #fear
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AoifeAuburn
Poem Published
20th May 2020 2:16pm
20th May 2020 2:16pm
Paraffin.
Do you remember
who you were—
before candles
silence your room
into darkness?
I almost forget
myself.
who you were—
before candles
silence your room
into darkness?
I almost forget
myself.
#myself
#LifeCycle
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
20th May 2020 1:57am
20th May 2020 1:57am
Your Sound Fills My Ears: Connection Restored
Connection restored
I find myself here
while once more
as your sound fills my ears
How little it costs
to recover my light
In no time at all
I discover piece of mind.
Thanks to you
thanks to them
My feet are planted
on the ground again
I find myself here
while once more
as your sound fills my ears
How little it costs
to recover my light
In no time at all
I discover piece of mind.
Thanks to you
thanks to them
My feet are planted
on the ground again
#friendship
#identity
#myself #gratitude
#myself #gratitude
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
19th May 2020 3:37am
19th May 2020 3:37am
Sunset Streaks: Steady Again
The sunset leaves streaks in my eyes
staining my brain for the rest of my time
Kicking rocks as I take it in
I feel as if I'm steady again
it may be true that all things will end
but I'm anchored here now with my loved ones in step
staining my brain for the rest of my time
Kicking rocks as I take it in
I feel as if I'm steady again
it may be true that all things will end
but I'm anchored here now with my loved ones in step
#family
#beauty
#myself #gratitude
#myself #gratitude
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rosemary08
Poem Published
19th May 2020 2:50am
19th May 2020 2:50am
rural
I was too inexperienced, too naive, to fucking selfish to comprehend.
Never learning when to cease.
You end up ruining everything you touch.
Shoving it onto the horizon until it tumbles to the soil and shatters right between your fingertips.
Slipping away like sand and rolling down the crevices of your chest like nonexistent breaths of air.
My stomach felt like it was sinking, profound bottomless abyss.
Plunged into the chasm of a black ocean, riddled with lurking monsters unknown to mankind.
It was my fault, all of it.
[shameful]...
Never learning when to cease.
You end up ruining everything you touch.
Shoving it onto the horizon until it tumbles to the soil and shatters right between your fingertips.
Slipping away like sand and rolling down the crevices of your chest like nonexistent breaths of air.
My stomach felt like it was sinking, profound bottomless abyss.
Plunged into the chasm of a black ocean, riddled with lurking monsters unknown to mankind.
It was my fault, all of it.
[shameful]...
#anxiety
#confessional
#myself
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
18th May 2020 3:07am
18th May 2020 3:07am
United By Quill and Amity: Another Thankyou
Thank you for standing with me
United by quill and Amity
I come here; I spill little but grief
You read, consume and leave positivity in the wake for me to see
when the river of chemicals between my ears runs dry
your words restore my faith in the 'I' that finds no rest in the bed tonight
United by quill and Amity
I come here; I spill little but grief
You read, consume and leave positivity in the wake for me to see
when the river of chemicals between my ears runs dry
your words restore my faith in the 'I' that finds no rest in the bed tonight
#anxiety
#depression
#confessional
#myself
#gratitude
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
17th May 2020 00:07am
17th May 2020 00:07am
The Taxonomy Of Connection: Painful Disconnection
I feel disconnected
every effort to establish bonds thwarted
outside the context
of weaving tales 'bout swordsman
Such a laborious taxonomy;
that of human solidarity
not in the making, but in the keeping
I love so much that they have the power to bleed me
every effort to establish bonds thwarted
outside the context
of weaving tales 'bout swordsman
Such a laborious taxonomy;
that of human solidarity
not in the making, but in the keeping
I love so much that they have the power to bleed me
#anxiety
#family
#friendship #myself
#friendship #myself
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
16th May 2020 4:58am
16th May 2020 4:58am
Lessons From The Bottom Of The Lake
Lessons from the bottom of a lake
Did I die that day
When she dredged me up?
When I rejected the water that violated my lungs?
To follow my twin brother
Until feet and sand no longer met
Was the tangle of seaweed
My last true caress?
Did it fly that day
My innocence somewhere new
As panic seized my soul
Before mother's rescue?
So capable was I
Before that one embrace
So fragile am I
With knowledge of that place
That place at the silty end
That makes bubbles out of screams ...
Did I die that day
When she dredged me up?
When I rejected the water that violated my lungs?
To follow my twin brother
Until feet and sand no longer met
Was the tangle of seaweed
My last true caress?
Did it fly that day
My innocence somewhere new
As panic seized my soul
Before mother's rescue?
So capable was I
Before that one embrace
So fragile am I
With knowledge of that place
That place at the silty end
That makes bubbles out of screams ...
#brother
#identity
#myself
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
15th May 2020 1:36am
15th May 2020 1:36am
The Recipe For Winning: Clawing Back
Less and less I listen to songs about other men sinking
quite an accomplishment
I measure progress in instants
Clawing my way back
days yield but inches
but if catastrophy has even a little less quarter; my mind is doing it's mission
Some would rather have permission than forgiveness
I need them both from myself
'fore I'm "winning"
I'm on my way...
quite an accomplishment
I measure progress in instants
Clawing my way back
days yield but inches
but if catastrophy has even a little less quarter; my mind is doing it's mission
Some would rather have permission than forgiveness
I need them both from myself
'fore I'm "winning"
I'm on my way...
#depression
#identity
#myself
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Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
14th May 2020 8:57pm
14th May 2020 8:57pm
The Listening Chair
The listening chair
Is where I staple people
To a wooden seat
I’ll hammer nails into their feet
So they may never move
Without ripping some appendage
Nowhere to go
Look at me
The listening chair
May be a painful sit
But it’s no comparison to the ignorance I’ve dealt with for years on end
Silence from you stings
And my mouth is tired of being wasteful
For my own sake, you must allow me
To have my way
So tune in...
If I could ever wish one thing
It would be for people to open their ears...
Is where I staple people
To a wooden seat
I’ll hammer nails into their feet
So they may never move
Without ripping some appendage
Nowhere to go
Look at me
The listening chair
May be a painful sit
But it’s no comparison to the ignorance I’ve dealt with for years on end
Silence from you stings
And my mouth is tired of being wasteful
For my own sake, you must allow me
To have my way
So tune in...
If I could ever wish one thing
It would be for people to open their ears...
#violence
#myself
#ignorance
#suffering
#hurt
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