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.
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A Quilt Of Quotes
A blanket of time, A comforter of learning echos, A bedspread that holds together your words of recite. This bed where you sleep & snore...Sweet dreams vs. nightmare screams. This bed for intimacy of two, that never exposes it's secret trust and the physical touch of love with hints of passions played. The book jacket of this bed is a warm, personal quilt of quotes. Words of a lifetime...sewn squares past history...together that enshords someone's meaning and thoughts of life. ...
#identity
#confessional
#memories
#myself
#choices
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Ophthalmias!
The red runs and
gather the berries
over the railway lines.
The leaves are picked up
from the august sky
fruits are collected
in rust of clouds.
Pick up the grains
that float trains
scratching the floor
in the landscape
that is a lost parallel
to a finite horizon.
Dig the earth
take it in the back
what leaks
on the sides of the wagons
smell of rust
that invades and
leave the conjunctivae
red.
Pour on me
thy lust
cannibal.
But don't bite me
just let me...
gather the berries
over the railway lines.
The leaves are picked up
from the august sky
fruits are collected
in rust of clouds.
Pick up the grains
that float trains
scratching the floor
in the landscape
that is a lost parallel
to a finite horizon.
Dig the earth
take it in the back
what leaks
on the sides of the wagons
smell of rust
that invades and
leave the conjunctivae
red.
Pour on me
thy lust
cannibal.
But don't bite me
just let me...
#mirror
#myself
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Bilingual
Touch me in the depths
kiss me there, in the darkness...
on the wind bend.
hide yourself in me
like a scream.
...
...
...
Toca-me o recôndito
beija-me lá, na escuridão...
na curva do vento.
esconde-te em mim
como um grito.
PAR
kiss me there, in the darkness...
on the wind bend.
hide yourself in me
like a scream.
...
...
...
Toca-me o recôndito
beija-me lá, na escuridão...
na curva do vento.
esconde-te em mim
como um grito.
PAR
#mirror
#myself
#WritingPoetry
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Shelter
I do not like you...
I thought I should inform
before the storm!
Solidity does not last
and the nastiness is pure
illusion of matter.
Still lifes
and landscapes and portraits
running down the walls
soaking the baseboards
covering film
for the meat on the ground.
A scream stopped in the air
castanets atabaques xylophones
thousands of naked women
floating above our heads
raining down on us
weeping clouds
tropical storms
the trumpets of the military band.
Men spin
on...
I thought I should inform
before the storm!
Solidity does not last
and the nastiness is pure
illusion of matter.
Still lifes
and landscapes and portraits
running down the walls
soaking the baseboards
covering film
for the meat on the ground.
A scream stopped in the air
castanets atabaques xylophones
thousands of naked women
floating above our heads
raining down on us
weeping clouds
tropical storms
the trumpets of the military band.
Men spin
on...
#mirror
#myself
#meditation #philosophical
#meditation #philosophical
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Tongue-in-cheek self-critique
This is hopeless.
This so-called poem
Is making me gag.
Dead on arrival
Complete with toe tag.
See what happens when
You try to write dopeless?
The muse, as you can see,
Has not yet come,
Nor are you, with your lack of talent,
Likely to be
Or not to be clever
On your own.
Who cares, dude?
You wanna get sued?
Your raggedy-ass rhyme
Is, to be blunt, a crime.
Whatever.
You have not sacrificed enough.
You have made the bed, ...
This so-called poem
Is making me gag.
Dead on arrival
Complete with toe tag.
See what happens when
You try to write dopeless?
The muse, as you can see,
Has not yet come,
Nor are you, with your lack of talent,
Likely to be
Or not to be clever
On your own.
Who cares, dude?
You wanna get sued?
Your raggedy-ass rhyme
Is, to be blunt, a crime.
Whatever.
You have not sacrificed enough.
You have made the bed, ...
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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Because of a friend named Sérgio
I sing whatever comes to mind
As the sound of birds
or the horns or the cars
I sing to the sound of boats
to the sound of the sea
inside the shell Inside the sea
I sing always and all the time
I sing what I sing
because I sing what comes
to my mouth
without sieves and without tribes
I sing only
because I cannot shut up...
PAR
As the sound of birds
or the horns or the cars
I sing to the sound of boats
to the sound of the sea
inside the shell Inside the sea
I sing always and all the time
I sing what I sing
because I sing what comes
to my mouth
without sieves and without tribes
I sing only
because I cannot shut up...
PAR
#friendship
#mirror
#myself #philosophical
#myself #philosophical
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Laying down on me
I predict you to guess me
to make me forget you
I reveal myself in secrets
I reveal my sour ones.
I throw myself at you.
Meteoric blue.
I don't keep a secret
I am the grove
who slept earlier
not to bend over
before the wind
I withdraw in you.
Metaphorical blue.
I'm a tortoise
Antonym, euphoric.
Time is so symbolic.
You lay that face on me
as a pulmonary embolism
eternal terminal illness
as if you were a seed
that doesn't sprout.
For it fell on the rough stone.
You...
to make me forget you
I reveal myself in secrets
I reveal my sour ones.
I throw myself at you.
Meteoric blue.
I don't keep a secret
I am the grove
who slept earlier
not to bend over
before the wind
I withdraw in you.
Metaphorical blue.
I'm a tortoise
Antonym, euphoric.
Time is so symbolic.
You lay that face on me
as a pulmonary embolism
eternal terminal illness
as if you were a seed
that doesn't sprout.
For it fell on the rough stone.
You...
#mirror
#myself
#philosophical
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Divine comedy
I am a poet, my love.
I'm a poet.
And poet has no remedy.
Poet suffers all harassment!
Poet does not die of boredom.
Throws rhymes off a building.
I am a poet... my love...
I'm a poet!
Poet does not have judgment.
Poet asks for no forgiveness.
Poet says what he has at hand.
A poet no one understands.
I am a poet - my love -
I'm a poet...
PAR
I'm a poet.
And poet has no remedy.
Poet suffers all harassment!
Poet does not die of boredom.
Throws rhymes off a building.
I am a poet... my love...
I'm a poet!
Poet does not have judgment.
Poet asks for no forgiveness.
Poet says what he has at hand.
A poet no one understands.
I am a poet - my love -
I'm a poet...
PAR
#mirror
#confessional
#myself
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
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Simply Me
Some might say I come from the earth
Or my mother’s womb, but I am something
More than skin and bones. Some might
Say I am a daughter or a friend or a sister,
But I am worth far more than the hearth
You lay your feet at. I am the one sculpting
Words so people sleep better late at night.
I am the bright sun in the middle of winter.
So be careful for what you wish for when
You say you want to be just like me as
I can be a daydream or your single worst
Nightmare. I am the changes in the wind.
To the world I am the...
Or my mother’s womb, but I am something
More than skin and bones. Some might
Say I am a daughter or a friend or a sister,
But I am worth far more than the hearth
You lay your feet at. I am the one sculpting
Words so people sleep better late at night.
I am the bright sun in the middle of winter.
So be careful for what you wish for when
You say you want to be just like me as
I can be a daydream or your single worst
Nightmare. I am the changes in the wind.
To the world I am the...
#sister
#identity
#myself #daughter
#myself #daughter
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Empty Handed
If this is what I look like alone
I'll rear back my fist and break the glass
as I crumble away just like a stone
nothing in my life will ever last
Inside my own mind I wonder why
I wonder why this happened to me
maybe it's because I didn't try
or maybe it's because I'm naive
While some things are lost and never meant to find
I try to pick up the pieces to my life
because I just want to do the best I can
I want to put something in these empty hands
(Chorus)
So this is what it feels like to die ...
I'll rear back my fist and break the glass
as I crumble away just like a stone
nothing in my life will ever last
Inside my own mind I wonder why
I wonder why this happened to me
maybe it's because I didn't try
or maybe it's because I'm naive
While some things are lost and never meant to find
I try to pick up the pieces to my life
because I just want to do the best I can
I want to put something in these empty hands
(Chorus)
So this is what it feels like to die ...
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#lyrics #myself
#lyrics #myself
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Today's comment
I feel my flesh is made of
loud screams of god
and His tantrums,
His dumb ideas
are the lighthouses that
take me away from the coast,
I really am a boat
adrift and snoring in the
belly, and I smell like
a sludge of coffee from
God, but made out of His
mud is what I'm not...
PAR
loud screams of god
and His tantrums,
His dumb ideas
are the lighthouses that
take me away from the coast,
I really am a boat
adrift and snoring in the
belly, and I smell like
a sludge of coffee from
God, but made out of His
mud is what I'm not...
PAR
#atheism
#mirror
#myself #philosophical
#myself #philosophical
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At the cafe
Creepy cafe
Creepy mouse
Creepy house
Creepy world
the sweet embrace of an escape
leave it all behind
but where I go?
Creepy mouse
Creepy house
Creepy world
the sweet embrace of an escape
leave it all behind
but where I go?
#myself
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