Popular Poems About Myself
#myself
Popular poems about myself. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
Comfortable with Silence
I’m my own man
understated
elegant in a rough way
a cup of black tea
in a coffee frenzied rush hour
not a pretty boy
I don’t do things to be different
I am different
if you’re looking for cool
look elsewhere
I’m pleated pants
in flat front chino land
no validation needed
comfortable with silence
wearing a 1950 black Omega Seamaster
wind up baby
understated
elegant in a rough way
a cup of black tea
in a coffee frenzied rush hour
not a pretty boy
I don’t do things to be different
I am different
if you’re looking for cool
look elsewhere
I’m pleated pants
in flat front chino land
no validation needed
comfortable with silence
wearing a 1950 black Omega Seamaster
wind up baby
#coffee
#confessional
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#tea
128 reads
32 Comments
Bed Head
Wake up!
rise and shine!!
I'm off duty
so, get your booty
off my mattress!
I know I'm a haven
from overwhelming stress
but I'm designed for nightly sleep
not permanent press
nor am I a therapist
on your feet NOW
no sitting in long reverie
don't you have places to go
people to see?
now smooth me out all pretty
don't leave me a disheveled mess
you better not go from here
then downstairs to the sofa
it's time to take action
you've done enough relaxing
I'll be waiting for sundown
to warm and...
rise and shine!!
I'm off duty
so, get your booty
off my mattress!
I know I'm a haven
from overwhelming stress
but I'm designed for nightly sleep
not permanent press
nor am I a therapist
on your feet NOW
no sitting in long reverie
don't you have places to go
people to see?
now smooth me out all pretty
don't leave me a disheveled mess
you better not go from here
then downstairs to the sofa
it's time to take action
you've done enough relaxing
I'll be waiting for sundown
to warm and...
#love
#dreams
#TruthOfLife
#sleep
#myself
67 reads
6 Comments
Power
Power...
#identity
#politics
#myself
#culture
#SelfWorth
216 reads
17 Comments
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
44 reads
10 Comments
Thanks for the Read, Sugar Tits - A story of love, lose, and hot pockets.
is it better if you only knew
this book by it's cover?
maybe there's not much story to tell
would you get bored by the backstory?
unimpressed at how simple it all is
or even worse
think I'm some kind of freak
tired of the filler
can we just start with a simple 'hello'?
enjoy each other's company
without there being expectations
feels like each line, each word
is a trail to the end
are there parts you like and dislike?
tear out the pages you don't want
tear out parts of my existence
what can I say to...
this book by it's cover?
maybe there's not much story to tell
would you get bored by the backstory?
unimpressed at how simple it all is
or even worse
think I'm some kind of freak
tired of the filler
can we just start with a simple 'hello'?
enjoy each other's company
without there being expectations
feels like each line, each word
is a trail to the end
are there parts you like and dislike?
tear out the pages you don't want
tear out parts of my existence
what can I say to...
#books
#myself
#ThrillSeeking
95 reads
8 Comments
Fat ballerina
I have a tear
caught in the eyes
and abandoned poems
at the bottom of the drawer
between crepe ribbons,
mothballs, rose petals,
droughts
and mildew.
I have such old things
as mismatched scribbles:
Pieces of yellowed papers
and undated
numbers, accounts,
frayed collars,
cracked saucers.
So I have a taste
of time stuck in
papillae
and dull mornings
of clotted blood,
face marks,
scars and rust
in some cotton sweater.
I have an affection ...
caught in the eyes
and abandoned poems
at the bottom of the drawer
between crepe ribbons,
mothballs, rose petals,
droughts
and mildew.
I have such old things
as mismatched scribbles:
Pieces of yellowed papers
and undated
numbers, accounts,
frayed collars,
cracked saucers.
So I have a taste
of time stuck in
papillae
and dull mornings
of clotted blood,
face marks,
scars and rust
in some cotton sweater.
I have an affection ...
#mirror
#myself
#meditation #philosophical
#meditation #philosophical
63 reads
8 Comments
My Poetry
Thoughts dancing on the page
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#WritingPoetry
74 reads
3 Comments
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
42 reads
4 Comments
Old Ephemera
Not had much time for science, politics,
or any of the things I’ve benefitted from
as a young citizen of this last hundred years.
I’ve read my Dawkins, though, and pricked my ears
politely to the lectures of the older set,
who’ve said how privileged I am to not
be North Korean or just otherwise deprived
of God’s great gift: democracy.
It's really rather flawed of me
to not wade in and fight for that which fought for me
(it’s always, in confessionals, the poet’s “me me me”)
but all I've ever liked or felt enthusiastic for
is...
or any of the things I’ve benefitted from
as a young citizen of this last hundred years.
I’ve read my Dawkins, though, and pricked my ears
politely to the lectures of the older set,
who’ve said how privileged I am to not
be North Korean or just otherwise deprived
of God’s great gift: democracy.
It's really rather flawed of me
to not wade in and fight for that which fought for me
(it’s always, in confessionals, the poet’s “me me me”)
but all I've ever liked or felt enthusiastic for
is...
#dreams
#memories
#myself #art
#myself #art
46 reads
3 Comments
Half My Story
grew up in rough places
kids like me fighting
everyday another scene
at night hearing screams
seeing drugs and whores in the hallway
moved away to another state
didn't have much
and it showed
mom, why are the cops here?
dad, where's my brother?
and why is my sister crying in the living room?
couldn't take it so I was always gone
got into the wrong crowd
got into drugs
broke into people's houses
stole shit just to take it
my uncle was in a band
taught me a few cords
learned the power of words
...
kids like me fighting
everyday another scene
at night hearing screams
seeing drugs and whores in the hallway
moved away to another state
didn't have much
and it showed
mom, why are the cops here?
dad, where's my brother?
and why is my sister crying in the living room?
couldn't take it so I was always gone
got into the wrong crowd
got into drugs
broke into people's houses
stole shit just to take it
my uncle was in a band
taught me a few cords
learned the power of words
...
#LifeStruggles
#myself
86 reads
6 Comments
I am.
I am the lonely creature you see wading through time
Stuck in the mud unable to fly
Watching as others drift effortlessly by
I am the discarded stray left in an alleyway
Chained and unable to do anything right at all
Waiting for the day that the walls surrounding me fall
Stuck in the mud unable to fly
Watching as others drift effortlessly by
I am the discarded stray left in an alleyway
Chained and unable to do anything right at all
Waiting for the day that the walls surrounding me fall
#myself
#SelfReflection
53 reads
1 Comment
ere death should o’ertake me
As the quest for light is the quelling of darkness,
so is the pursuit of life the postponement of death.”—cab
the shadow of death has pursued me from birth,
diminishing daily my time on this earth;
yet, have i life hunted with every last breath,
determined to outrun the shadow of death.
when darkness, at night, camouflages my light,
the minions of evil make rampant my plight,
the vesture of morning aborting the kill,
as glorious sunshine enflames every hill.
the will to be willing, the...
so is the pursuit of life the postponement of death.”—cab
the shadow of death has pursued me from birth,
diminishing daily my time on this earth;
yet, have i life hunted with every last breath,
determined to outrun the shadow of death.
when darkness, at night, camouflages my light,
the minions of evil make rampant my plight,
the vesture of morning aborting the kill,
as glorious sunshine enflames every hill.
the will to be willing, the...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#myself
#LifeCycle
#sacrifice
56 reads
1 Comment
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