Poems About Myself Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about myself published by members recently online.
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
26th Dec 2018 5:39pm
26th Dec 2018 5:39pm
[ Classic Corner ] At The Fish House
There's a cat in a hat run amok in the house;
not an animal like a bat or a rat or a mouse
not any kind of rodent creature flying or crawling
to distract that hatted cat when it came calling
The only thing at home was a fish with a wish
for the cat to be typical, much like a clish
A clish? you may ask ... Well, it's like a cliche
And a cat in a hat? Not typical in any way
As a matter of fact, this cat was crazy mad -
mad as a hatter - and for fish that is bad
On any given day, a fish is a tasty...
not an animal like a bat or a rat or a mouse
not any kind of rodent creature flying or crawling
to distract that hatted cat when it came calling
The only thing at home was a fish with a wish
for the cat to be typical, much like a clish
A clish? you may ask ... Well, it's like a cliche
And a cat in a hat? Not typical in any way
As a matter of fact, this cat was crazy mad -
mad as a hatter - and for fish that is bad
On any given day, a fish is a tasty...
#identity
#myself
#DrSeuss
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3 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
26th Dec 2018 5:39pm
26th Dec 2018 5:39pm
[ Classic Corner ] At The Fish House
There's a cat in a hat run amok in the house;
not an animal like a bat or a rat or a mouse
not any kind of rodent creature flying or crawling
to distract that hatted cat when it came calling
The only thing at home was a fish with a wish
for the cat to be typical, much like a clish
A clish? you may ask ... Well, it's like a cliche
And a cat in a hat? Not typical in any way
As a matter of fact, this cat was crazy mad -
mad as a hatter - and for fish that is bad
On any given day, a fish is a tasty...
not an animal like a bat or a rat or a mouse
not any kind of rodent creature flying or crawling
to distract that hatted cat when it came calling
The only thing at home was a fish with a wish
for the cat to be typical, much like a clish
A clish? you may ask ... Well, it's like a cliche
And a cat in a hat? Not typical in any way
As a matter of fact, this cat was crazy mad -
mad as a hatter - and for fish that is bad
On any given day, a fish is a tasty...
#identity
#myself
#DrSeuss
260 reads
3 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
26th Dec 2018 5:39pm
26th Dec 2018 5:39pm
[ Classic Corner ] At The Fish House
There's a cat in a hat run amok in the house;
not an animal like a bat or a rat or a mouse
not any kind of rodent creature flying or crawling
to distract that hatted cat when it came calling
The only thing at home was a fish with a wish
for the cat to be typical, much like a clish
A clish? you may ask ... Well, it's like a cliche
And a cat in a hat? Not typical in any way
As a matter of fact, this cat was crazy mad -
mad as a hatter - and for fish that is bad
On any given day, a fish is a tasty...
not an animal like a bat or a rat or a mouse
not any kind of rodent creature flying or crawling
to distract that hatted cat when it came calling
The only thing at home was a fish with a wish
for the cat to be typical, much like a clish
A clish? you may ask ... Well, it's like a cliche
And a cat in a hat? Not typical in any way
As a matter of fact, this cat was crazy mad -
mad as a hatter - and for fish that is bad
On any given day, a fish is a tasty...
#identity
#myself
#DrSeuss
260 reads
3 Comments
Pimp2ThaFuture04
Poem Published
Today 10:00pm
Today 10:00pm
BROKEN PENCIL by Wise Conscious
I got big ole potential
So I pick up that pencil
Sketch out my art with no stencil
It's always a party on my Avenue
Skanks and Twerkers in Daisy dukes
Loud mufflers and loud music
I was born with a gifts so I use it
Pick up the mic and flow
Verses I never get in front of a crowd
And get nervous
I express myself this way on purpose
If the energy ain't right then
I'm rebuking curses I rather be
Judged by 12 than carried by
6 to hearses
In almost all my rhymes I try
To curse less
I wear my words...
So I pick up that pencil
Sketch out my art with no stencil
It's always a party on my Avenue
Skanks and Twerkers in Daisy dukes
Loud mufflers and loud music
I was born with a gifts so I use it
Pick up the mic and flow
Verses I never get in front of a crowd
And get nervous
I express myself this way on purpose
If the energy ain't right then
I'm rebuking curses I rather be
Judged by 12 than carried by
6 to hearses
In almost all my rhymes I try
To curse less
I wear my words...
#myself
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0 Comments
Lord_Stabdagger
Poem Published
30th Mar 2020 6:09pm
30th Mar 2020 6:09pm
Limbo.
I was born tomorrow but yesterday I died.
My life is never ending yet I never find the time.
My days are full of moments passing by before my eyes.
How I long to stand and hold them, wonder how I have survived.
My future may have happened but my past has yet to be.
Somewhere in the middle where I wonder aimlessly.
Looking for the answers life has hidden far from me.
The purpose of my being will remain a mystery.
Somewhere in the chaos is a place for me to be.
Looking for a needle in the...
My life is never ending yet I never find the time.
My days are full of moments passing by before my eyes.
How I long to stand and hold them, wonder how I have survived.
My future may have happened but my past has yet to be.
Somewhere in the middle where I wonder aimlessly.
Looking for the answers life has hidden far from me.
The purpose of my being will remain a mystery.
Somewhere in the chaos is a place for me to be.
Looking for a needle in the...
#myself
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
86 reads
4 Comments
Lord_Stabdagger
Poem Published
30th Mar 2020 6:09pm
30th Mar 2020 6:09pm
Limbo.
I was born tomorrow but yesterday I died.
My life is never ending yet I never find the time.
My days are full of moments passing by before my eyes.
How I long to stand and hold them, wonder how I have survived.
My future may have happened but my past has yet to be.
Somewhere in the middle where I wonder aimlessly.
Looking for the answers life has hidden far from me.
The purpose of my being will remain a mystery.
Somewhere in the chaos is a place for me to be.
Looking for a needle in the...
My life is never ending yet I never find the time.
My days are full of moments passing by before my eyes.
How I long to stand and hold them, wonder how I have survived.
My future may have happened but my past has yet to be.
Somewhere in the middle where I wonder aimlessly.
Looking for the answers life has hidden far from me.
The purpose of my being will remain a mystery.
Somewhere in the chaos is a place for me to be.
Looking for a needle in the...
#myself
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
86 reads
4 Comments
Lord_Stabdagger
Poem Published
30th Mar 2020 6:09pm
30th Mar 2020 6:09pm
Limbo.
I was born tomorrow but yesterday I died.
My life is never ending yet I never find the time.
My days are full of moments passing by before my eyes.
How I long to stand and hold them, wonder how I have survived.
My future may have happened but my past has yet to be.
Somewhere in the middle where I wonder aimlessly.
Looking for the answers life has hidden far from me.
The purpose of my being will remain a mystery.
Somewhere in the chaos is a place for me to be.
Looking for a needle in the...
My life is never ending yet I never find the time.
My days are full of moments passing by before my eyes.
How I long to stand and hold them, wonder how I have survived.
My future may have happened but my past has yet to be.
Somewhere in the middle where I wonder aimlessly.
Looking for the answers life has hidden far from me.
The purpose of my being will remain a mystery.
Somewhere in the chaos is a place for me to be.
Looking for a needle in the...
#myself
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
86 reads
4 Comments
Lord_Stabdagger
Poem Published
30th Mar 2020 6:09pm
30th Mar 2020 6:09pm
Limbo.
I was born tomorrow but yesterday I died.
My life is never ending yet I never find the time.
My days are full of moments passing by before my eyes.
How I long to stand and hold them, wonder how I have survived.
My future may have happened but my past has yet to be.
Somewhere in the middle where I wonder aimlessly.
Looking for the answers life has hidden far from me.
The purpose of my being will remain a mystery.
Somewhere in the chaos is a place for me to be.
Looking for a needle in the...
My life is never ending yet I never find the time.
My days are full of moments passing by before my eyes.
How I long to stand and hold them, wonder how I have survived.
My future may have happened but my past has yet to be.
Somewhere in the middle where I wonder aimlessly.
Looking for the answers life has hidden far from me.
The purpose of my being will remain a mystery.
Somewhere in the chaos is a place for me to be.
Looking for a needle in the...
#myself
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
86 reads
4 Comments
Lord_Stabdagger
Poem Published
30th Mar 2020 6:09pm
30th Mar 2020 6:09pm
Limbo.
I was born tomorrow but yesterday I died.
My life is never ending yet I never find the time.
My days are full of moments passing by before my eyes.
How I long to stand and hold them, wonder how I have survived.
My future may have happened but my past has yet to be.
Somewhere in the middle where I wonder aimlessly.
Looking for the answers life has hidden far from me.
The purpose of my being will remain a mystery.
Somewhere in the chaos is a place for me to be.
Looking for a needle in the...
My life is never ending yet I never find the time.
My days are full of moments passing by before my eyes.
How I long to stand and hold them, wonder how I have survived.
My future may have happened but my past has yet to be.
Somewhere in the middle where I wonder aimlessly.
Looking for the answers life has hidden far from me.
The purpose of my being will remain a mystery.
Somewhere in the chaos is a place for me to be.
Looking for a needle in the...
#myself
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
86 reads
4 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
18th Jun 2019 4:19am
18th Jun 2019 4:19am
Questions Have Echoed
Is it alright
Not sure it ever was
Questions have echoed
But the answers
Have remained silent
I close my eyes
Hoping I will disappear
Felt this way
For as long I van remember
With what memory I have left
Through the dark years
I stretched every nerve
Tying to escape
The machinery of my mind
A faulty engine that keeps running
Not completely numb
Feelings pop like blisters
It just goes on
The scars are no longer invisible
My eyes can count them now
The...
Not sure it ever was
Questions have echoed
But the answers
Have remained silent
I close my eyes
Hoping I will disappear
Felt this way
For as long I van remember
With what memory I have left
Through the dark years
I stretched every nerve
Tying to escape
The machinery of my mind
A faulty engine that keeps running
Not completely numb
Feelings pop like blisters
It just goes on
The scars are no longer invisible
My eyes can count them now
The...
#myself
#SelfReflection
140 reads
4 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
18th Jun 2019 4:19am
18th Jun 2019 4:19am
Questions Have Echoed
Is it alright
Not sure it ever was
Questions have echoed
But the answers
Have remained silent
I close my eyes
Hoping I will disappear
Felt this way
For as long I van remember
With what memory I have left
Through the dark years
I stretched every nerve
Tying to escape
The machinery of my mind
A faulty engine that keeps running
Not completely numb
Feelings pop like blisters
It just goes on
The scars are no longer invisible
My eyes can count them now
The...
Not sure it ever was
Questions have echoed
But the answers
Have remained silent
I close my eyes
Hoping I will disappear
Felt this way
For as long I van remember
With what memory I have left
Through the dark years
I stretched every nerve
Tying to escape
The machinery of my mind
A faulty engine that keeps running
Not completely numb
Feelings pop like blisters
It just goes on
The scars are no longer invisible
My eyes can count them now
The...
#myself
#SelfReflection
140 reads
4 Comments
socksscareme
Socks
Socks
Poem Published
11th Apr 2020 3:29am
11th Apr 2020 3:29am
She's A Maniac
No cause
No effect
Flat affect
Zero conscience
Not conscious
Total disconnect
Simple refraction
Broken reflection
Fragment attack
Decimate
Devestate
Lay to waste
Cut and paste
This fated
Maniac
Come along
All alone
Full atoned
Willfull maybe
Sinful baby
Twilight zone
Never tired
Always wired
Burnout eyes
Eradicate
Exterminate
Extirpate
Antiquate
This faded
Maniac
No effect
Flat affect
Zero conscience
Not conscious
Total disconnect
Simple refraction
Broken reflection
Fragment attack
Decimate
Devestate
Lay to waste
Cut and paste
This fated
Maniac
Come along
All alone
Full atoned
Willfull maybe
Sinful baby
Twilight zone
Never tired
Always wired
Burnout eyes
Eradicate
Exterminate
Extirpate
Antiquate
This faded
Maniac
#mirror
#insomnia
#sleep #myself
#sleep #myself
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8 Comments
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