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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Hush
The pit spit
from my
cherry heart
I kiss
fragile glass
with lips of steel
the secrets
of a meager man
bleed
...
from my
cherry heart
I kiss
fragile glass
with lips of steel
the secrets
of a meager man
bleed
...
#love
#heartbroken
#identity
#God
#myself
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Conversations with myself
Lost in the depths of your own despair
Lost in the depths of your mind
No longer yourself, dazed and confused
Is it all over now?
No I don’t think it is actually
You have much more to come
So much fun to be done
Before you’re allowed to succumb!
But I want to give up
I want it all to be over
Just let me sleep ffs
I’m tired
Well sadly, that ain’t reality!
You must pick up the pieces
Find a new way to fit
Play with the shapes and the spaces
Create a new opening!
...
Lost in the depths of your mind
No longer yourself, dazed and confused
Is it all over now?
No I don’t think it is actually
You have much more to come
So much fun to be done
Before you’re allowed to succumb!
But I want to give up
I want it all to be over
Just let me sleep ffs
I’m tired
Well sadly, that ain’t reality!
You must pick up the pieces
Find a new way to fit
Play with the shapes and the spaces
Create a new opening!
...
#myself
#SelfReflection
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Better Days
Beat around the facade
No one wants to know what’s at the rotten apples core
In a realm of hopeless verses
Twisted passions utter curses
As from the heart they pour
Scorched blood in fire veins lit by the flint, the wick of the wicked tongue
Burning alive on the inside, breathing dissipates from holes in a tattered lung
Suffocating whether in silence or voiced in honesty’s parade
Like a circus freak contorting in the acrobatics of the wordsmiths masquerade
Lips of honor yielded to the scripted will to speak of something true ...
No one wants to know what’s at the rotten apples core
In a realm of hopeless verses
Twisted passions utter curses
As from the heart they pour
Scorched blood in fire veins lit by the flint, the wick of the wicked tongue
Burning alive on the inside, breathing dissipates from holes in a tattered lung
Suffocating whether in silence or voiced in honesty’s parade
Like a circus freak contorting in the acrobatics of the wordsmiths masquerade
Lips of honor yielded to the scripted will to speak of something true ...
#identity
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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Calorific
03/30
Calorific
No tumbling nor word scrambles
in the Desert as I have
discovered I do not need
a Whirlpool Box filled with its
magick to dry out my assorted
fabric skins.
Whether in winter or summer
the air is very thin
and when within
I try to strongarm every
Doorknob,
Handle –
Damn near anything
the pin prick spark
reminds me of the
Desert!
I’ve been carrying metal in pockets
that once held tissues
to thwart – stem off the
charges that seemingly ...
Calorific
No tumbling nor word scrambles
in the Desert as I have
discovered I do not need
a Whirlpool Box filled with its
magick to dry out my assorted
fabric skins.
Whether in winter or summer
the air is very thin
and when within
I try to strongarm every
Doorknob,
Handle –
Damn near anything
the pin prick spark
reminds me of the
Desert!
I’ve been carrying metal in pockets
that once held tissues
to thwart – stem off the
charges that seemingly ...
#myself
#meditation
#NaPoWriMo2024
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then
it’s not how
clever
you think
you are
but how you are
that matters
pertaining
to which
I only mention
because I
know
it only takes me
so far
as now
I think
I was never as clever
as when
I was ten
clever
you think
you are
but how you are
that matters
pertaining
to which
I only mention
because I
know
it only takes me
so far
as now
I think
I was never as clever
as when
I was ten
#myself
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The worlds full of crap
And the worlds full of crap
Drop the act
For a fact
We’ve all got to live
Like a div
Every so often
Every so often
I look outside
I go to try
I have the strive
But it’s wearisome
Oh these days
I feel old
I feel dazed
What a craze
Is what they say
It’s a craze
To be alive
A crave to consume
A crave to feel the doom
Of this tomb
That you see
You see where I’m going?
You see how I’m staying?
I’m staying not living
In this craze
We’ve...
Drop the act
For a fact
We’ve all got to live
Like a div
Every so often
Every so often
I look outside
I go to try
I have the strive
But it’s wearisome
Oh these days
I feel old
I feel dazed
What a craze
Is what they say
It’s a craze
To be alive
A crave to consume
A crave to feel the doom
Of this tomb
That you see
You see where I’m going?
You see how I’m staying?
I’m staying not living
In this craze
We’ve...
#TruthOfLife
#myself
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Party season has officially begun
Last night was intense
Bright lights and much suspense
Smiles and laughter
Dancing forever after
Old friends and many new
Dreams awaiting to pursue
I was back among my youth
Cousin smashin’ it in the dj booth
Girls bringing that feminine mystique
Boys grinning from cheek to cheek
What a night, what a ride
My glee I truly can’t hide
I had everyone bopping
Grooving and rocking
The beats were the best
Put my moves to the test
I feel ecstatic, revived
Goddamn it, I feel alive!
...
Bright lights and much suspense
Smiles and laughter
Dancing forever after
Old friends and many new
Dreams awaiting to pursue
I was back among my youth
Cousin smashin’ it in the dj booth
Girls bringing that feminine mystique
Boys grinning from cheek to cheek
What a night, what a ride
My glee I truly can’t hide
I had everyone bopping
Grooving and rocking
The beats were the best
Put my moves to the test
I feel ecstatic, revived
Goddamn it, I feel alive!
...
#happiness
#myself
#dance #NaPoWriMo2024
#dance #NaPoWriMo2024
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Practice Bars
Ya neck snaps as I grab your attention.
A head bang and a graphic direction.
My "techs clap" like an Apple convention.
Connects "hang" like a dangling necklace.
Some lawn work - "move green" like Hulk.
Got all the blue dream in bulk.
The chakra, Scooby in jolts.
Them kinds of clues lead to coke.
I'm "on the blocks" like a gutted Deville.
Still forming plots of the thuggery thrill.
My quarry rocks pay me utmost in bills.
Mind more to guap than a couple of pills.
...
A head bang and a graphic direction.
My "techs clap" like an Apple convention.
Connects "hang" like a dangling necklace.
Some lawn work - "move green" like Hulk.
Got all the blue dream in bulk.
The chakra, Scooby in jolts.
Them kinds of clues lead to coke.
I'm "on the blocks" like a gutted Deville.
Still forming plots of the thuggery thrill.
My quarry rocks pay me utmost in bills.
Mind more to guap than a couple of pills.
...
#rhyming
#lyrics
#myself
#rap
#metaphor
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Writing Dirty is Cathartic
It’s like screaming
Dropping f bombs
Going for a long run
Expressing myself
Through dirty poetry
Purges thoughts
I’d rather not keep
Locked inside
DUP is my safe space
To give my internal
And external world
A voice
My healing journey
Of restoration
And renewal
I spent too many
Years hiding
From the me
I am today
Afraid of shame
Cowering to social pressure
I’ve been told
I can do better
Much better
That I’m capable
Of more ...
Dropping f bombs
Going for a long run
Expressing myself
Through dirty poetry
Purges thoughts
I’d rather not keep
Locked inside
DUP is my safe space
To give my internal
And external world
A voice
My healing journey
Of restoration
And renewal
I spent too many
Years hiding
From the me
I am today
Afraid of shame
Cowering to social pressure
I’ve been told
I can do better
Much better
That I’m capable
Of more ...
#sex
#myself
#WritingPoetry #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#WritingPoetry #DeepUndergroundPoetry
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My pasts departed
I feel up
I feel down
My minds scattered all around
Am I dreaming?
Or am I scheming?
Oh how I’m floating
On the edge of reason
I feel lost
I feel found
I’m overwhelmed
My hearts unbound
Am I flying?
Or am I falling?
Oh how can one know
What they are feeling?
Is this true?
Is this false?
I’m lost for words
What’s my default
Am I right?
Or am I wrong?
Oh do I have the strength
To truly be strong?
Can I give?
Can I take?
Am I ready
If it’s all a...
I feel down
My minds scattered all around
Am I dreaming?
Or am I scheming?
Oh how I’m floating
On the edge of reason
I feel lost
I feel found
I’m overwhelmed
My hearts unbound
Am I flying?
Or am I falling?
Oh how can one know
What they are feeling?
Is this true?
Is this false?
I’m lost for words
What’s my default
Am I right?
Or am I wrong?
Oh do I have the strength
To truly be strong?
Can I give?
Can I take?
Am I ready
If it’s all a...
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection #PersonalGrowth
#SelfReflection #PersonalGrowth
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Fantasy
You are in the fantasy
You are in the dream
Dreams become the reality
Reality is a façade
You are the momentum
You are the fire, you are the flame
Passion, desire, love
Ignites the world again
Close your eyes and hush little girl
All will be well again tomorrow
Just live, laugh, love and all of the above
For you will live to see another day
You are in the dream
Dreams become the reality
Reality is a façade
You are the momentum
You are the fire, you are the flame
Passion, desire, love
Ignites the world again
Close your eyes and hush little girl
All will be well again tomorrow
Just live, laugh, love and all of the above
For you will live to see another day
#dreams
#myself
#LifeCycle #SelfReflection
#LifeCycle #SelfReflection
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Piercing
The reality of a situation
Means sometimes letting go
Letting go of people
Letting go of friends
Letting go of a version of yourself
A person whom you thought yourself to be
It’s hard
You wanna hold on
But you’re just not her anymore
She’s no longer serving you
It’s like a breakup with yourself
How do you turn your back on yourself like that?
You feel sad
Like you’ve let yourself down
But really, it needs to be
It has to happen
You can’t fit into a box that’s too small anymore
You need...
Means sometimes letting go
Letting go of people
Letting go of friends
Letting go of a version of yourself
A person whom you thought yourself to be
It’s hard
You wanna hold on
But you’re just not her anymore
She’s no longer serving you
It’s like a breakup with yourself
How do you turn your back on yourself like that?
You feel sad
Like you’ve let yourself down
But really, it needs to be
It has to happen
You can’t fit into a box that’s too small anymore
You need...
#LifeStruggles
#myself
#SelfReflection #emotions
#SelfReflection #emotions
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