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.
LivDiane
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:10pm
Yesterday 6:10pm
clip my wings
so just clip my wings
they’re not worth much at all
they don’t shield me anymore
all they let me do is fall
i am not worthy of their beauty
i am not worthy of their protection
they can’t save me now
not with this momentum
so just clip my wings
and send them back to heaven
i never earned these things
and that’s without question
when the sun goes down
and there is nothing left but ash
we should have clipped these wings
well before i started to crash
so just clip my wings now ...
they’re not worth much at all
they don’t shield me anymore
all they let me do is fall
i am not worthy of their beauty
i am not worthy of their protection
they can’t save me now
not with this momentum
so just clip my wings
and send them back to heaven
i never earned these things
and that’s without question
when the sun goes down
and there is nothing left but ash
we should have clipped these wings
well before i started to crash
so just clip my wings now ...
#identity
#angels
#myself
#despair
#SelfWorth
41 reads
16 Comments
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 ...
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 ...
#myself
114 reads
33 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
26th Oct 2015 8:30pm
26th Oct 2015 8:30pm
Warrior
I wake long before light slides
into the sandboxes of my eyes.
There is always more to night
than sleeping. I lie still, listening
to the furnace breathing, something
deeply distant clearing its throat
in the driest corner of darkness.
Jets on the concourse, engines
rumbling with discord circling
the REM of sleep. Kachina glass
rattling, a stampede of buffalo
through the marrowed tunnel
of my bones, their hooves caked
with corpuscles of memory;
the smell of splintered wood
pasture...
into the sandboxes of my eyes.
There is always more to night
than sleeping. I lie still, listening
to the furnace breathing, something
deeply distant clearing its throat
in the driest corner of darkness.
Jets on the concourse, engines
rumbling with discord circling
the REM of sleep. Kachina glass
rattling, a stampede of buffalo
through the marrowed tunnel
of my bones, their hooves caked
with corpuscles of memory;
the smell of splintered wood
pasture...
#strength
#courage
#spiritual
#confessional
#myself
1259 reads
25 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
21st Oct 2018 4:27pm
21st Oct 2018 4:27pm
ego
demonic glory
faded sin
I bathed in it
happy in my ignorance
I wish I could say
I've learned something profound
but I hate this state of being
it reeks of humanity
I'm no good at being humble
in my arrogance
I knew myself
all this normality
stinks of weakness
I don't like being weak
admitting my folly
is torture for the goddess in me
to say I'm no more than a lady
if even that
possibly a scared girl
uncomfortable in her skin
it hurts to be human
with nowhere to...
faded sin
I bathed in it
happy in my ignorance
I wish I could say
I've learned something profound
but I hate this state of being
it reeks of humanity
I'm no good at being humble
in my arrogance
I knew myself
all this normality
stinks of weakness
I don't like being weak
admitting my folly
is torture for the goddess in me
to say I'm no more than a lady
if even that
possibly a scared girl
uncomfortable in her skin
it hurts to be human
with nowhere to...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#myself
342 reads
13 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
53 reads
24 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
14th Mar 2018 10:33pm
14th Mar 2018 10:33pm
Untitled energetic cycles of breaths within the light cosmos
Restless
Fingers are
Stilled and
Knots
Loosen
The wound
Moans
Vitamins
Curls
Biceps and
Triceps in
Five minute
Intervals
Breathe.
Focus.
Realign.
There is something to
Find, to
Discover, right in front
Of me
Get dressed and
Explore
My
Surroundings
Wander
Down the
Avenues
Into
A Christian
Thrift
Browse
Books
Langston Hughes
Fifty cents
Sold
A cute...
Fingers are
Stilled and
Knots
Loosen
The wound
Moans
Vitamins
Curls
Biceps and
Triceps in
Five minute
Intervals
Breathe.
Focus.
Realign.
There is something to
Find, to
Discover, right in front
Of me
Get dressed and
Explore
My
Surroundings
Wander
Down the
Avenues
Into
A Christian
Thrift
Browse
Books
Langston Hughes
Fifty cents
Sold
A cute...
#flowers
#birds
#nature #myself
#nature #myself
296 reads
9 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
8th Jun 2019 10:13pm
8th Jun 2019 10:13pm
Forever Young
I wrote this poem while listening to Rod Stewart’s Forever Young”
Forever young what an awesome dame
Sexy, blossoming rose, temptress in the game
No star on Hollywood Boulevard, infamous by the creed of my name
My approval engraved on bedposts, hungry for the taste of its fame
No shame as I love in the pouring rain
My heart remembrance as it tenderly stains
Adjusting the heat found in the abyss of my pleasure
Capture your mind, your heart becomes my cherished treasure
Your body, my lust, ecstasy as I please, tease
The gift of the...
Forever young what an awesome dame
Sexy, blossoming rose, temptress in the game
No star on Hollywood Boulevard, infamous by the creed of my name
My approval engraved on bedposts, hungry for the taste of its fame
No shame as I love in the pouring rain
My heart remembrance as it tenderly stains
Adjusting the heat found in the abyss of my pleasure
Capture your mind, your heart becomes my cherished treasure
Your body, my lust, ecstasy as I please, tease
The gift of the...
#identity
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
65 reads
8 Comments
Stoney223
melvin scott
melvin scott
Poem Published
28th Jun 2019 12:40pm
28th Jun 2019 12:40pm
FROM OUT OF THE ASHES
Sitting here as I stare up at the ceiling and look around at these four walls that surrounds me my mind slowly drifts to a place and time within my life when I was young wild and dangerous, but all it costed me was time as I found myself locked up in a cell behind steel and stones doing a 5-10 with time to think if only I would of just stop look and listen and told someone of the abuse.
...
...
#myself
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
56 reads
5 Comments
FromTheAsh
Poem Published
21st Apr 2019 3:38pm
21st Apr 2019 3:38pm
not my style
I don't do revenge
it's messy
and it never turns out
quite the way one intends
it's often a spur of the moment reaction
but the effects of the damage done is long lasting
that rush of satisfaction only lasts a few minutes
but coming to grips with my hurtful response
is something I would always have to live with
it's kinda that double negative thing
lashing out cuz they wronged me
only leaves two of us hurting
an emotional bomb
self-sabotage
and I don't have it in me
so I choose instead
to let it go & walk ...
it's messy
and it never turns out
quite the way one intends
it's often a spur of the moment reaction
but the effects of the damage done is long lasting
that rush of satisfaction only lasts a few minutes
but coming to grips with my hurtful response
is something I would always have to live with
it's kinda that double negative thing
lashing out cuz they wronged me
only leaves two of us hurting
an emotional bomb
self-sabotage
and I don't have it in me
so I choose instead
to let it go & walk ...
#myself
#revenge
#NaPoWriMo2019
94 reads
5 Comments
PandoraUnleashed
Poem Published
27th Jul 2018 1:43pm
27th Jul 2018 1:43pm
I AM
Beneath my erotic words
Behind the pretty face
Just call me;
Beautifully broken
Imperfectly perfect
A beautiful disaster
Scars do I carry,
My battles are plenty
Courage have they made
Strength have they created
A empathetic soul have they instilled
All of it a beauty in itself
I'll wake each day to straighten my crown
Though my halo will always remain crooked
Chin up princess, my daily motto
Laughter, smiles and humor will I always spread ...
Behind the pretty face
Just call me;
Beautifully broken
Imperfectly perfect
A beautiful disaster
Scars do I carry,
My battles are plenty
Courage have they made
Strength have they created
A empathetic soul have they instilled
All of it a beauty in itself
I'll wake each day to straighten my crown
Though my halo will always remain crooked
Chin up princess, my daily motto
Laughter, smiles and humor will I always spread ...
#myself
#SelfReflection
303 reads
12 Comments
MysticalRose
Poem Published
13th Jun 2019 6:21pm
13th Jun 2019 6:21pm
Self love
After many heart breaks
I learnt to love myself.
Perhaps it was a cosmic design
to teach me self-love and self-worth.
It's when you start loving yourself
things start falling into place
because you realise you are
worth loving and worth living
and deserve the best.
You raise your self esteem
and start attracting all good n beautiful.
Develop a good relationship with yourself
because...
It's You who will be with You
in your ups and downs ...
I learnt to love myself.
Perhaps it was a cosmic design
to teach me self-love and self-worth.
It's when you start loving yourself
things start falling into place
because you realise you are
worth loving and worth living
and deserve the best.
You raise your self esteem
and start attracting all good n beautiful.
Develop a good relationship with yourself
because...
It's You who will be with You
in your ups and downs ...
#myself
#SelfWorth
115 reads
14 Comments
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