Short Poems About Myself
#myself
Short poems about myself. 30 words or less, most recently published poems first.
Growing Old Comes With Baggage (It's Unhealthy)
feel so tired ~ can't sleep
body aching all over
old age catching up
body aching all over
old age catching up
#myself
#aging
#senryu
395 reads
7 Comments
Beyond
I felt his back in my hands.
I felt his hands in my back.
I felt...
he felt
back.
PAR
I felt his hands in my back.
I felt...
he felt
back.
PAR
#love
#erotic
#mirror
#myself
#emotions
278 reads
8 Comments
Malbolge
..
#myself
528 reads
4 Comments
Capuccino
I was looking for love
and I felt vulnerable
I wanted to flinch
to go back in my shell.
I was looking for love
and I felt vulnerable
I wanted to flinch
to go back in my shell.
#myself
249 reads
3 Comments
Joe
I know what it is like to be in heaven
it was being with you Joe.
it was being with you Joe.
#myself
211 reads
2 Comments
Dog vs. Buffalo
My psychologist is a dog
And I am a buffalo
And I need help
And we can not meet
What do I do now?
And I am a buffalo
And I need help
And we can not meet
What do I do now?
#myself
199 reads
0 Comments
Oh self
Can you hate yourself so much
And not know anything about it?
And not know anything about it?
#myself
154 reads
0 Comments
Dew
always loved
your raw frankness
so naked when
you came late
from the street and still
you wore it on your skin
the smell
from the moon.
PAR
your raw frankness
so naked when
you came late
from the street and still
you wore it on your skin
the smell
from the moon.
PAR
#moon
#night
#mirror #myself
#mirror #myself
196 reads
0 Comments
Savannah
The violent silence
of your eyes
is the moment
between prey
and predator.
PAR
of your eyes
is the moment
between prey
and predator.
PAR
#mirror
#myself
#philosophical
208 reads
0 Comments
A dream
I once saw A man selling his dream for one dollar. I bought it. The next day the man died.
#identity
#myself
#philosophical
294 reads
4 Comments
Wood for the bonfire!
Here comes the train
again…
And I am tied
to the rails
exchanging glances
with the driver
which whistles while
adding fuel to the fire
and smiling at me...
Running over me!
One more broken heart
for
my collection.
PAR
again…
And I am tied
to the rails
exchanging glances
with the driver
which whistles while
adding fuel to the fire
and smiling at me...
Running over me!
One more broken heart
for
my collection.
PAR
#erotic
#mirror
#myself #sensual
#myself #sensual
182 reads
4 Comments
Desire
This writhed body
This desire to do every thing.
This desire to do every thing.
#myself
133 reads
4 Comments
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