Poems About Myself by Top Critiquers
#myself
Poems about myself by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 7:35pm
11th Apr 2025 7:35pm
Digital Madness
I'm locked in an insane reality
Like a TV or smartphone I can't turn off
Sometimes I want to rip my face off and lose my identity
Hack open a hole in my rib-cage and get the fuck out!
Like a TV or smartphone I can't turn off
Sometimes I want to rip my face off and lose my identity
Hack open a hole in my rib-cage and get the fuck out!
#anxiety
#identity
#MentalHealth
#myself
#technology
139 reads
11 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 8:22pm
28th Dec 2024 8:22pm
utterly
dwindling thought withering in context
my mind ceases in ideas and gets angry
withdrawing from the lense
I don't wish to be observed
shaken epiphany I am cut off
from who I used to be
evolving utterly different
I wonder did that version of me die out of necessity
keening hope she was so beautiful
she was not me but I share her memories
grief burdens me, I wonder did I kill her, one thought at a time
drain her essence and discard her in the past
the present knows only me
it's a curious thing, I...
my mind ceases in ideas and gets angry
withdrawing from the lense
I don't wish to be observed
shaken epiphany I am cut off
from who I used to be
evolving utterly different
I wonder did that version of me die out of necessity
keening hope she was so beautiful
she was not me but I share her memories
grief burdens me, I wonder did I kill her, one thought at a time
drain her essence and discard her in the past
the present knows only me
it's a curious thing, I...
#confessional
#identity
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
128 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 11:02am
23rd Feb 2025 11:02am
Why is this time different
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ 🪬 SHAMAN 🪬 I would like to tell you about my life at the age of 16 years old, upon a trip to the South of Lynette Alabama that I was requested, to attend because.my aunt Big Mama told my grandparents that it was imperative, that I attended the family reunion. When I asked my grandmother WHY 🤔 I was told I have to wait until we got there, at the reunion of the family. When we finally arrived at Big Mama's house 🏠 and I still wondered why, it was imperative that I be...
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#identity
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
119 reads
0 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 6:41am
16th Sep 2019 6:41am
NAKED CORNER
I long thought 'Not going to happen -
me going nude in my back garden;
there just isn't enough privacy
when my upstairs flat neighbours can see!"
But I found if you choose right time of day,
where there is a will there is a way!
I lately took up my pre-dawn run
as me-time exercise and for fun.
Once back at my side door, from lit street,
I see my backyard shady, discreet,
If upstairs neighbours' windows aren't lit
I know where to go to leave off kit.
I slip to corner behind my shed,
there slip off my run...
me going nude in my back garden;
there just isn't enough privacy
when my upstairs flat neighbours can see!"
But I found if you choose right time of day,
where there is a will there is a way!
I lately took up my pre-dawn run
as me-time exercise and for fun.
Once back at my side door, from lit street,
I see my backyard shady, discreet,
If upstairs neighbours' windows aren't lit
I know where to go to leave off kit.
I slip to corner behind my shed,
there slip off my run...
#myself
706 reads
3 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 4:30am
5th Jan 2025 4:30am
Rothko, Pollock, Poetspeak …
Poetspeak
Obviously the best looking
Those other guys
Yeah, they carried it
Just like Jack Casady on bass
Bless its Pointed Little Head album
Google it
Listen
Back to Poetspeak
The original Box Head
What do I always say ?
Stay Tuned
Obviously the best looking
Those other guys
Yeah, they carried it
Just like Jack Casady on bass
Bless its Pointed Little Head album
Google it
Listen
Back to Poetspeak
The original Box Head
What do I always say ?
Stay Tuned
#art
#identity
#music
#myself
#PopCulture
206 reads
48 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
28th Mar 2025 2:00pm
28th Mar 2025 2:00pm
Escape Ink
as a way to survive
distract myself or
"escape poetry"
as i like to call it
i started to put
my poems, the
older and new
ones in images
& some pictures
though i don't like
socials and dislike
instagram i made
the decision to get
them out there as a
legacy so to speak
it's not a community
& not DUP it's less
interactive or better
said: not interactive
but has to do for now
i may find another way ...
distract myself or
"escape poetry"
as i like to call it
i started to put
my poems, the
older and new
ones in images
& some pictures
though i don't like
socials and dislike
instagram i made
the decision to get
them out there as a
legacy so to speak
it's not a community
& not DUP it's less
interactive or better
said: not interactive
but has to do for now
i may find another way ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
246 reads
14 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2025 5:56am
22nd Apr 2025 5:56am
Back to Gemini
(Castor and Pollux 2)
Back to Gemini that space between him and I
When we see eye to eye in that dual personality
One’s a fly by and the other can be the fall guy
Like a balance act between absurdity and rationality
And perhaps this is why Gemini is my favorite constellation
As if the astrological sign is in line with that characterization
There are two temperaments but usually logic is at the helm
While the mad enthusiastic maniac wants to overwhelm
Castor and Pollux watch from their positions in the sky
It’s like their...
Back to Gemini that space between him and I
When we see eye to eye in that dual personality
One’s a fly by and the other can be the fall guy
Like a balance act between absurdity and rationality
And perhaps this is why Gemini is my favorite constellation
As if the astrological sign is in line with that characterization
There are two temperaments but usually logic is at the helm
While the mad enthusiastic maniac wants to overwhelm
Castor and Pollux watch from their positions in the sky
It’s like their...
#confessional
#identity
#myself
#stars
#universe
89 reads
4 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
21st Apr 2024 7:26pm
21st Apr 2024 7:26pm
the process
21 of 30
I jot a thought & save it
hoping to complete it later
sometimes it works
others...not so much
& I'm left with a buncha scraps of this & that
no idea where I was originally heading
so I set them aside
again...for eventual retrieval
I think my muse has a prickly personality
obstinate to a fault
refusing my attempts to channel our thinking
she clearly has other ideas
{apparently mine are too boring}
I'd appreciate it if she'd share her own musings
{pun intended...}
give me a...
I jot a thought & save it
hoping to complete it later
sometimes it works
others...not so much
& I'm left with a buncha scraps of this & that
no idea where I was originally heading
so I set them aside
again...for eventual retrieval
I think my muse has a prickly personality
obstinate to a fault
refusing my attempts to channel our thinking
she clearly has other ideas
{apparently mine are too boring}
I'd appreciate it if she'd share her own musings
{pun intended...}
give me a...
#confessional
#myself
#WritingPoetry
217 reads
4 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
30th Apr 2025 6:26pm
30th Apr 2025 6:26pm
Thought, untamed
Shadows slide
up and down tree trunks
as wind nudges bare branches
Sunlight dripping
mottled
from clearest spring sky
The forest is never still.
A ringing hum in my ears
the only constant
persistent as coastal breeze
Patterns of twigs and clouds
punctuated
by bright red moments
of coherent thought
maple blossoms out of reach
Concepts un-graspable
as slippery shade
forever mutating
and formless
.
up and down tree trunks
as wind nudges bare branches
Sunlight dripping
mottled
from clearest spring sky
The forest is never still.
A ringing hum in my ears
the only constant
persistent as coastal breeze
Patterns of twigs and clouds
punctuated
by bright red moments
of coherent thought
maple blossoms out of reach
Concepts un-graspable
as slippery shade
forever mutating
and formless
.
#ADHD
#freedom
#meditation
#myself
#trees
89 reads
4 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 2:21pm
25th Dec 2024 2:21pm
Discovery
What is the true purpose of
Me
From the day I opened my eyes
Into the unknowing world
The immediate world
Mom, Dad, and Me
Like a bud
Precious and new
Timid to push forth
On a planet that is skewed
With plans for me and you
I grow as I must
Ingest and trust information
To go on and survive
To stay here
To stay alive
Then, the brutality came.
Constant like unforgiving rain
In the form of laughter and judgment
Pain
This is just a season I must endure
To...
Me
From the day I opened my eyes
Into the unknowing world
The immediate world
Mom, Dad, and Me
Like a bud
Precious and new
Timid to push forth
On a planet that is skewed
With plans for me and you
I grow as I must
Ingest and trust information
To go on and survive
To stay here
To stay alive
Then, the brutality came.
Constant like unforgiving rain
In the form of laughter and judgment
Pain
This is just a season I must endure
To...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself #SelfDiscovery
#myself #SelfDiscovery
279 reads
16 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
4th Jul 2022 3:36pm
4th Jul 2022 3:36pm
A Superior Angst
Sometimes the dust atop the books
Has me think of the passing years,
Ever inviting rearward looks,
To tally all my vanquished fears
Which pile up all day and night
In a most excessive fashion
Which I'd call emotional blight
If I knew it not as passion,
And if I stayed in such a state
The way so many people do
Wouldn't I suffer from the fate
That hateful people claim as true?
But count me not as one of those
Whose love and logic never flows.
Has me think of the passing years,
Ever inviting rearward looks,
To tally all my vanquished fears
Which pile up all day and night
In a most excessive fashion
Which I'd call emotional blight
If I knew it not as passion,
And if I stayed in such a state
The way so many people do
Wouldn't I suffer from the fate
That hateful people claim as true?
But count me not as one of those
Whose love and logic never flows.
#myself
436 reads
0 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
7th Sep 2021 3:24pm
7th Sep 2021 3:24pm
Queen Anne's Revenge
Ship slipped
into
Slip stream
of
waves
That waved
As
Splashes
Splashed
Brash
In spritzes
capturing
moonlight
&
Night
Breaking away
into
Spiral shaped eddies
Into
travels
in
Travels
&
spirals
in
Spirals
into
Slip stream
of
waves
That waved
As
Splashes
Splashed
Brash
In spritzes
capturing
moonlight
&
Night
Breaking away
into
Spiral shaped eddies
Into
travels
in
Travels
&
spirals
in
Spirals
#sea
#water
#shadows
#nature
#myself
470 reads
4 Comments
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