Popular Poems About Myself
#myself
Popular poems about myself. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
KristinaX
Poem Published
7th Jan 2021 1:28pm
7th Jan 2021 1:28pm
Don't measure me by thoughts
Do not measure me by thoughts,
Do not measure me by words
Measure me by the stars,
By the wind, by the clouds
By the leaves that have fallen from trees,
By the warm summer rains,
By eternity somewhere in the sky,
By the blue azure seas
Along the pink shiver of sunsets,
By the thrill of moonlit nights,
By the thunder of distant rumblings,
Walking among the fields
By turquoise dewdrops,
By the whisper of white birches,
Along that twisted path,
Creeping among dreams ...
By the scent of...
Do not measure me by words
Measure me by the stars,
By the wind, by the clouds
By the leaves that have fallen from trees,
By the warm summer rains,
By eternity somewhere in the sky,
By the blue azure seas
Along the pink shiver of sunsets,
By the thrill of moonlit nights,
By the thunder of distant rumblings,
Walking among the fields
By turquoise dewdrops,
By the whisper of white birches,
Along that twisted path,
Creeping among dreams ...
By the scent of...
#dreams
#myself
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
#SelfDiscovery
117 reads
44 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
5th Jan 2021 1:02am
5th Jan 2021 1:02am
To all those that Dare
The well-trodden paths are beautiful, without flaws
And their trampled cover is smooth
There are no cobblestones, stones and sharp edges
There are signs from the words
The route is paved and it seems so boring
And every turn is predictable
And every step is already learned by passers-by
Everything is known there, in general
The peaks cannot be conquered in advance -
there are only plateaus
And all the rivers and seas are tamed
And the wind spreads at your feet quite calmly
Never knowing about storms ...
And their trampled cover is smooth
There are no cobblestones, stones and sharp edges
There are signs from the words
The route is paved and it seems so boring
And every turn is predictable
And every step is already learned by passers-by
Everything is known there, in general
The peaks cannot be conquered in advance -
there are only plateaus
And all the rivers and seas are tamed
And the wind spreads at your feet quite calmly
Never knowing about storms ...
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#choices
113 reads
37 Comments
plexus
Poem Published
5th Jan 2021 7:36pm
5th Jan 2021 7:36pm
Smaller Still
In smaller places
like closed cupboard doors
like between the washer and dryer
where McDuff got stuck
the dog of crooked ears and tail
of whimpers and runtism
in small places
like tunnels
near those tennis courts and the creek
like tunnels
the dear made in forsythia bushes
in this years sunken behind
like saggy skin
small enough
for me and Sarah
for me and Eliza
for Caroline and I
an orangey bloomy spring
the wide ride
through neighbor Bobs sprinklers ...
like closed cupboard doors
like between the washer and dryer
where McDuff got stuck
the dog of crooked ears and tail
of whimpers and runtism
in small places
like tunnels
near those tennis courts and the creek
like tunnels
the dear made in forsythia bushes
in this years sunken behind
like saggy skin
small enough
for me and Sarah
for me and Eliza
for Caroline and I
an orangey bloomy spring
the wide ride
through neighbor Bobs sprinklers ...
#childhood
#identity
#memories
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
42 reads
4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2021 9:26pm
2nd Jan 2021 9:26pm
Unto Me I AM
Visual-Self reflection has and always will be such a beautiful love
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
61 reads
14 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2021 8:44pm
3rd Jan 2021 8:44pm
The Rudiments
For Christmas my daughter gave me a practice pad
Along with a pair of drumsticks
Now I can play whenever I feel nostalgic or sad
I just need relearn the old licks
I still remember the rudiments it’s almost ghostlike
As the rhythm echoes audibly
But as soon as I hit the notes it’s like riding a bike
I didn’t forget but I’m just wobbly
With technology and social media I have resources
I can pull up videos and learn
I can retrain my brain with all these online courses
Until my fingers bleed and burn
I’m an old man...
Along with a pair of drumsticks
Now I can play whenever I feel nostalgic or sad
I just need relearn the old licks
I still remember the rudiments it’s almost ghostlike
As the rhythm echoes audibly
But as soon as I hit the notes it’s like riding a bike
I didn’t forget but I’m just wobbly
With technology and social media I have resources
I can pull up videos and learn
I can retrain my brain with all these online courses
Until my fingers bleed and burn
I’m an old man...
#music
#memories
#myself #learning
#myself #learning
48 reads
10 Comments
anna_grin
grin
grin
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:32am
Yesterday 10:32am
signed in triplicate
my name by birth
she is born to love
in her green eye is a tear held forever
for all the lost children
she wraps her arms around her kin
and all they see
is her red hair everywhere
my name by choice
she is born to fight
in her black eye is a fire held forever
for all the lost children
she wraps her arms around her foe
and all they see
is her dark hair everywhere
my name by right
she is born to heal
in her grey eye is earth held...
she is born to love
in her green eye is a tear held forever
for all the lost children
she wraps her arms around her kin
and all they see
is her red hair everywhere
my name by choice
she is born to fight
in her black eye is a fire held forever
for all the lost children
she wraps her arms around her foe
and all they see
is her dark hair everywhere
my name by right
she is born to heal
in her grey eye is earth held...
#myself
32 reads
3 Comments
Oslynray
Rosalyn
Rosalyn
Poem Published
7th Jan 2021 00:26am
7th Jan 2021 00:26am
Shy Black Girl
Boy do I wish I had a dollar,
One bill for every single time,
I’m just minding my own business,
And someone is demanding that I smile...
“Why you look so mean?”
“Aww, I know it’s not that bad...?”
Whereas I WAS chilling before,
Having a good day,
This kind of thing makes me mad...
I only speak when I need to,
And I don’t like eyes all on me,
I’m not angry or sad,
And I wish you’d worry more about you,
& Less about me.
You can’t just be a quiet black girl,
Nope, they’ll assume you live with your nose in the air, ...
One bill for every single time,
I’m just minding my own business,
And someone is demanding that I smile...
“Why you look so mean?”
“Aww, I know it’s not that bad...?”
Whereas I WAS chilling before,
Having a good day,
This kind of thing makes me mad...
I only speak when I need to,
And I don’t like eyes all on me,
I’m not angry or sad,
And I wish you’d worry more about you,
& Less about me.
You can’t just be a quiet black girl,
Nope, they’ll assume you live with your nose in the air, ...
#identity
#confessional
#myself
38 reads
10 Comments
Oslynray
Rosalyn
Rosalyn
Poem Published
30th Dec 2020 5:58pm
30th Dec 2020 5:58pm
Look at me...
Feeling divine,
As I stand here in the mirror,
I admit that a lot of days I miss it,
But today... right now,
It couldn’t be any clearer.
I am a whole damn meal,
And I mean a 12 course,
So I sat down to compose this small self affirmation,
A reminder, if you will... of my worth.
With legs as long as sin,
And my beauty naturally acquired,
I am well read,
I am well written,
So it makes me a fire writer...
As woke as a newborn out the womb,
I stand here in all my glory,
Deciding that today there’s just no room, ...
As I stand here in the mirror,
I admit that a lot of days I miss it,
But today... right now,
It couldn’t be any clearer.
I am a whole damn meal,
And I mean a 12 course,
So I sat down to compose this small self affirmation,
A reminder, if you will... of my worth.
With legs as long as sin,
And my beauty naturally acquired,
I am well read,
I am well written,
So it makes me a fire writer...
As woke as a newborn out the womb,
I stand here in all my glory,
Deciding that today there’s just no room, ...
#beauty
#myself
#SelfWorth
47 reads
3 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
17th Jan 2021 2:44pm
17th Jan 2021 2:44pm
depersonalization/derealization
an honest answer to "how are you "feeling"?" every day....
time measured in seconds; moments; but everything appears normal on the surface....
an auto pilot stuck in a dream state feel.... dreary face to face interaction; at times like a low volume "echo"
like a "minor concussion" that'll never go away....
time measured in seconds; moments; but everything appears normal on the surface....
an auto pilot stuck in a dream state feel.... dreary face to face interaction; at times like a low volume "echo"
like a "minor concussion" that'll never go away....
#MentalHealth
#myself
23 reads
poetic_gawdess
Poem Published
21st Jan 2021 8:29pm
21st Jan 2021 8:29pm
chains.
I am a victim.
of my own self conscience...
never seeing myself,
as worthy...
these chains of my mind,
bind me in self doubt...
corrupting every
positive light
that I try to see myself in...
from my unruly hair...
to the clothes that I wear...
make me weep in despair...
Fore, I don’t see myself as perfect.
nor close to it...
It is branded in my mind
that I don’t wear a size two...
A worn body,
with wide hips
is now riddled with stretch marks
from bearing 3...
of my own self conscience...
never seeing myself,
as worthy...
these chains of my mind,
bind me in self doubt...
corrupting every
positive light
that I try to see myself in...
from my unruly hair...
to the clothes that I wear...
make me weep in despair...
Fore, I don’t see myself as perfect.
nor close to it...
It is branded in my mind
that I don’t wear a size two...
A worn body,
with wide hips
is now riddled with stretch marks
from bearing 3...
#women
#beauty
#myself
#despair
#suffering
25 reads
6 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
9th Jan 2021 10:49pm
9th Jan 2021 10:49pm
SADNESS BEHIND A HAPPY FACE
An urban proverb promises:
"Smile and the world
smiles with you. Frown
and you'll frown alone."
Life is made up of the
process of "sowing and reaping."
We are constantly hearing
or being told, "Put on a
happy face" as if that will
automatically create happiness.
On the ancient Greek stage,
and later on the Shakespearian stage,
Masks were worn by actors.
The word "hypocrite" was used to
refer to an actor who was playing
a part. Today it is used to refer
to a person's behavior that isn't
genuine or real--a...
"Smile and the world
smiles with you. Frown
and you'll frown alone."
Life is made up of the
process of "sowing and reaping."
We are constantly hearing
or being told, "Put on a
happy face" as if that will
automatically create happiness.
On the ancient Greek stage,
and later on the Shakespearian stage,
Masks were worn by actors.
The word "hypocrite" was used to
refer to an actor who was playing
a part. Today it is used to refer
to a person's behavior that isn't
genuine or real--a...
#identity
#myself
#acceptance
#SelfDiscovery
#choices
33 reads
7 Comments
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