Popular Poems About Myself
#myself
Popular poems about myself. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
highlyfunctional
Poem Published
11th Jul 2019 4:43am
11th Jul 2019 4:43am
Role Me Over
I lied when she asked for my name
because I didn’t want to be me
allow that to sink in.
ironic in retrospect
that the only role
for which I knew the lines
was that of myself
without the hangups
she asked and I told her
everything about my love
my fantasies, my kinks
who I grieved—
I told her how my heart broke
and my soul became lost
in a functional world
we confessed our sins
and absolved each other
we laughed real laughter
she said she...
because I didn’t want to be me
allow that to sink in.
ironic in retrospect
that the only role
for which I knew the lines
was that of myself
without the hangups
she asked and I told her
everything about my love
my fantasies, my kinks
who I grieved—
I told her how my heart broke
and my soul became lost
in a functional world
we confessed our sins
and absolved each other
we laughed real laughter
she said she...
#myself
100 reads
30 Comments
LivDiane
Poem Published
28th Jun 2019 5:24am
28th Jun 2019 5:24am
My Mind
My mind is that room in your house
The door has been locked for years
You haven’t dared open it up yet
You aren’t ready to face your fears
Cause the room is all padded
And the lights no longer work
If thoughts were scribbled on the wall
It’s where all my demons would lurk
My mind is that haunted old school
Way back when, we might have learned
But you take your friends out for a look
Not knowing what dark spirits may churn
All the floorboards still creak
A chill may even run up your spine ...
The door has been locked for years
You haven’t dared open it up yet
You aren’t ready to face your fears
Cause the room is all padded
And the lights no longer work
If thoughts were scribbled on the wall
It’s where all my demons would lurk
My mind is that haunted old school
Way back when, we might have learned
But you take your friends out for a look
Not knowing what dark spirits may churn
All the floorboards still creak
A chill may even run up your spine ...
#dark
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
101 reads
21 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
11th Jul 2019 4:13pm
11th Jul 2019 4:13pm
Five Folivoras
quotidian
Did I even catch 40 winks
prior to my yawn
before my spilling ink
onset morning dawn?
circadian
Cups – no more,
no less than four
my cockcrow
reanimation!
noctambulo
infomercials
Midnight snacks
time for sleep
or dream walking?
crepuscular
My body and mind
don’t always want
to travel together
before a wee nap
cogitate
mindfulness
astrally in
mindlessness
bliss and rest
Did I even catch 40 winks
prior to my yawn
before my spilling ink
onset morning dawn?
circadian
Cups – no more,
no less than four
my cockcrow
reanimation!
noctambulo
infomercials
Midnight snacks
time for sleep
or dream walking?
crepuscular
My body and mind
don’t always want
to travel together
before a wee nap
cogitate
mindfulness
astrally in
mindlessness
bliss and rest
#myself
#WritingPoetry
43 reads
20 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2019 6:36pm
2nd Jul 2019 6:36pm
idiosyncratic naïveté
Often the only sounds I hear now are whispers
though I listen with intended focus and hush
a quiet rustle of nothingness an ancient lisper
I tried to be and be better.
Used to be best of friends
or so I believed, thought
not sure of anything anymore
for we no longer talk.
Mine still is Your happiness;
another path will present itself
for me to wander
I will wonder no more from my forest floor
as I continue to listen for the sounds
the whispers of spiritual
enlightenment sheering away
from leaf to leaf...
though I listen with intended focus and hush
a quiet rustle of nothingness an ancient lisper
I tried to be and be better.
Used to be best of friends
or so I believed, thought
not sure of anything anymore
for we no longer talk.
Mine still is Your happiness;
another path will present itself
for me to wander
I will wonder no more from my forest floor
as I continue to listen for the sounds
the whispers of spiritual
enlightenment sheering away
from leaf to leaf...
#relationships
#friendship
#trees
#wind
#myself
76 reads
20 Comments
LivDiane
Poem Published
25th Jun 2019 10:59pm
25th Jun 2019 10:59pm
{Just To Write}
If my love were something tangible
And I could see it in the air
I would let it wrap all around us
Like it’s something I can share
If my love were something visible
I would see it as a thin smoke
Dark and coiling tendrils around us
It could very well make you choke
But it doesn’t have to be that way
If you learn to breathe at this elevation
But at this very height of my love
It could be your biggest revelation
To let the smoke build into a cloud
Unaffected by the ugly side of this world
And...
And I could see it in the air
I would let it wrap all around us
Like it’s something I can share
If my love were something visible
I would see it as a thin smoke
Dark and coiling tendrils around us
It could very well make you choke
But it doesn’t have to be that way
If you learn to breathe at this elevation
But at this very height of my love
It could be your biggest revelation
To let the smoke build into a cloud
Unaffected by the ugly side of this world
And...
#love
#nature
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
80 reads
15 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
14th Jul 2019 9:23pm
14th Jul 2019 9:23pm
Pococurantism
Coaxing to spur on more reading
I tossed a dart at the bulletin board
Exploring, without labels, where i
Stood in…………….
Everything!!
Misinformation
Mis-informed
Miss
Fucking miss understood
& FUCKING fear???
Why…..Why…..why?
My personal studies
I see I am not portrayed as a
Healer or See’er or Helper
Misunderstood
Even by peers and others
Who struggle within their own
Puddles.
Coherently, I get this,
This --- why, why --- I am single
& why I...
I tossed a dart at the bulletin board
Exploring, without labels, where i
Stood in…………….
Everything!!
Misinformation
Mis-informed
Miss
Fucking miss understood
& FUCKING fear???
Why…..Why…..why?
My personal studies
I see I am not portrayed as a
Healer or See’er or Helper
Misunderstood
Even by peers and others
Who struggle within their own
Puddles.
Coherently, I get this,
This --- why, why --- I am single
& why I...
#relationships
#MentalHealth
#myself
38 reads
22 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
29th Jun 2019 5:19am
29th Jun 2019 5:19am
Out Scry
I crave intimacy;
I have all my life.
I need no wet reflection,
no mirrored enlightenment
to light up my room,
my den of dark memory,
illuminating the path.
For decades,
I’d either submit to
trained enslavement
or I apathetically slept
my life away. I got used
to the shackles,
jewelry to remind me
of how to be…
behave.
Tomes archived
within my heart
bringing on thoughts
thoughtful, logical
introspection
by way of a flood of my
tears upon the sanded...
I have all my life.
I need no wet reflection,
no mirrored enlightenment
to light up my room,
my den of dark memory,
illuminating the path.
For decades,
I’d either submit to
trained enslavement
or I apathetically slept
my life away. I got used
to the shackles,
jewelry to remind me
of how to be…
behave.
Tomes archived
within my heart
bringing on thoughts
thoughtful, logical
introspection
by way of a flood of my
tears upon the sanded...
#spiritual
#myself
#pagan #witches
#pagan #witches
67 reads
18 Comments
LivDiane
Poem Published
12th Jul 2019 6:43pm
12th Jul 2019 6:43pm
A Stickball Game
The ceremony drums are beating
In a steady thumping stream
You hear their sticks clashing
From each side of the teams
There are screaming children
And there are screaming mothers
The native skin all sheen with sweat
Over the cries of all our brothers
The stickball fans are all tense
As the drums rip through our chest
They’re head to head, toe to toe
And these warriors are the best
The fittest and feral felines
Tanned skin of the southeast
You can find our tribe down here
In the deep...
In a steady thumping stream
You hear their sticks clashing
From each side of the teams
There are screaming children
And there are screaming mothers
The native skin all sheen with sweat
Over the cries of all our brothers
The stickball fans are all tense
As the drums rip through our chest
They’re head to head, toe to toe
And these warriors are the best
The fittest and feral felines
Tanned skin of the southeast
You can find our tribe down here
In the deep...
#identity
#myself
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
54 reads
15 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
19th Jun 2019 1:41pm
19th Jun 2019 1:41pm
Putatively
Evidently I don’t know how to love
Blame it on electric trains
Spitfire planes
crushed little fingers
model glued together
abusing love putatively
is all I know. . .
Maybe why I put myself through
See-saw’d emotional pain
Whip me into confusion
Cut out my insolence
Break me into a million
little brittle fingernails
force down my throat
Finish me
finishing nails
driven
Fuck! My big feet still hurt
I gargle the red elixir
my fountain excavated
from blunt force trauma
Household...
Blame it on electric trains
Spitfire planes
crushed little fingers
model glued together
abusing love putatively
is all I know. . .
Maybe why I put myself through
See-saw’d emotional pain
Whip me into confusion
Cut out my insolence
Break me into a million
little brittle fingernails
force down my throat
Finish me
finishing nails
driven
Fuck! My big feet still hurt
I gargle the red elixir
my fountain excavated
from blunt force trauma
Household...
#dark
#abuse
#myself
#SelfReflection
#disappointment
77 reads
19 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
17th Jun 2019 4:51am
17th Jun 2019 4:51am
Coddiwompling
Rising with the sun of heated desires
I remove the crusty crabbiness from my eyes
clamor to the bowl of let go and release
the past, repast of yesterday
Disliking the clinginess of morning
sweaters I brush off teeth and tongue
in preparation to another vague
destination
I am still neither here nor there
before I make and consume
at least my first
cup of
black morning after sleep elixir
awake - not certain how much –
now time to scribble in my journal
dreams, goals fat with kindness
inkwells...
I remove the crusty crabbiness from my eyes
clamor to the bowl of let go and release
the past, repast of yesterday
Disliking the clinginess of morning
sweaters I brush off teeth and tongue
in preparation to another vague
destination
I am still neither here nor there
before I make and consume
at least my first
cup of
black morning after sleep elixir
awake - not certain how much –
now time to scribble in my journal
dreams, goals fat with kindness
inkwells...
#dreams
#spiritual
#myself #travel
#myself #travel
83 reads
14 Comments
jenjames
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:48pm
Yesterday 4:48pm
Touch Deprivation
Deprived from any and all
sensual sensations
Totally feeling prudish
Getting no stimulation
no soft caresses
not even a simple kiss
no hugs or handshakes
Human contact is what I miss
Masturbation isn’t the same
It’s only a release of fluid
Touch Deprivation
Is what I’m calling this
cause
Destitute and Alone
Is what I’m feeling
sensual sensations
Totally feeling prudish
Getting no stimulation
no soft caresses
not even a simple kiss
no hugs or handshakes
Human contact is what I miss
Masturbation isn’t the same
It’s only a release of fluid
Touch Deprivation
Is what I’m calling this
cause
Destitute and Alone
Is what I’m feeling
#myself
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
34 reads
7 Comments
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