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.
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
1293 reads
25 Comments
Stoney223
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
96 reads
5 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
6th Jun 2018 10:59am
6th Jun 2018 10:59am
hey! you're doing it all wrong
story
of
my
life
(c) 2018 R.R. Zinn
of
my
life
(c) 2018 R.R. Zinn
#myself
163 reads
4 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
14th Jun 2018 1:36am
14th Jun 2018 1:36am
Segmented
I see cracks in my reflection
often dragged by the sky
to float on the periphery
of my own torture
out of focus
bewildered
in this dance
hypnotized in fantasy
and threatened in reality
split by my need to exist
and unable to manage time
to accommodate these separate lives.
The pattern so hard to break,
when this world is so immediate.
often dragged by the sky
to float on the periphery
of my own torture
out of focus
bewildered
in this dance
hypnotized in fantasy
and threatened in reality
split by my need to exist
and unable to manage time
to accommodate these separate lives.
The pattern so hard to break,
when this world is so immediate.
#anxiety
#myself
#SelfReflection
199 reads
3 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
376 reads
13 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
95 reads
8 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
20th Oct 2019 8:24am
20th Oct 2019 8:24am
Self Portrait of a Poet in Midlife
To turn out a true portrait, I had to discover the story that must be painted. Only then could I get the ball rolling.”
Killing Commendatore, Haruki Murakami
..
Slide, I
Across the
Surface
Circumference,
Around, the turbulent
Umbra, of your
Magnificent
Mind, cradled
In tremulous
Palms of private
Obfuscation, the locked
Impregnable
Vault, of your
Secrets
The low
Rumble
Of a storm
System,
Your heart,
Gathered, upon a
Central
Rotating ...
Killing Commendatore, Haruki Murakami
..
Slide, I
Across the
Surface
Circumference,
Around, the turbulent
Umbra, of your
Magnificent
Mind, cradled
In tremulous
Palms of private
Obfuscation, the locked
Impregnable
Vault, of your
Secrets
The low
Rumble
Of a storm
System,
Your heart,
Gathered, upon a
Central
Rotating ...
#birthday
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#aging
94 reads
13 Comments
Josh
Poem Published
25th Feb 2017 9:11pm
25th Feb 2017 9:11pm
Sensitive Types
I’m the sensitive type -
press gently on my buttons
lift the lid carefully on my heart
and don’t probe too deeply into my past …
it hurts
if I’m spiky, it’s because
the world wants me to toughen up
and I’m not very good at it;
if I squeal with delight
it’s because you tapped into
one of my childhood fantasies;
if I take fright, run and hide
it’s because I’m trying to cope
with cognitive dissonance
I can spot an unkind person
at 500 metres distance
and I can feel the lies
of the war machine ...
press gently on my buttons
lift the lid carefully on my heart
and don’t probe too deeply into my past …
it hurts
if I’m spiky, it’s because
the world wants me to toughen up
and I’m not very good at it;
if I squeal with delight
it’s because you tapped into
one of my childhood fantasies;
if I take fright, run and hide
it’s because I’m trying to cope
with cognitive dissonance
I can spot an unkind person
at 500 metres distance
and I can feel the lies
of the war machine ...
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection #determination
#SelfReflection #determination
317 reads
8 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
345 reads
12 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2019 4:49pm
2nd Sep 2019 4:49pm
4 hours of Suspended Palingenesis
Four hour’d nap
Four cups of coffee
Four times more
& lucid dreaming
(but) not Over –
looked
nor left
aware of
sleeping
(but) not Over –
thinking
Six less Two
ritual through
answers
ajar beneath
the veil
Seven less 3
realized
it’s me………..
I am not (a) Superman
but I think
I dodged a bullet!
Four cups of coffee
Four times more
& lucid dreaming
(but) not Over –
looked
nor left
aware of
sleeping
(but) not Over –
thinking
Six less Two
ritual through
answers
ajar beneath
the veil
Seven less 3
realized
it’s me………..
I am not (a) Superman
but I think
I dodged a bullet!
#breakup
#dreams
#sleep
#myself
#meditation
93 reads
4 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
7th Jan 2019 10:42pm
7th Jan 2019 10:42pm
Our cock whacking and why
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
256 reads
8 Comments
_boybrains
Poem Published
4th Sep 2019 7:19pm
4th Sep 2019 7:19pm
Air Element.
Laying still in
woodlands feeling
weightless in this
overcast world,
I witness every
detail of patterns &
swirls circulating in
motion,
here are all
the words every single
sentence laced in my
blood,
you can call me
brave or you can
label me a
coward,
i’m just entering
another dimension
of my own free
will,
others
would simply
call this
escapism,
afterall I am
an air element
dancing with
it’s...
woodlands feeling
weightless in this
overcast world,
I witness every
detail of patterns &
swirls circulating in
motion,
here are all
the words every single
sentence laced in my
blood,
you can call me
brave or you can
label me a
coward,
i’m just entering
another dimension
of my own free
will,
others
would simply
call this
escapism,
afterall I am
an air element
dancing with
it’s...
#peace
#confessional
#myself
#PowerOfWords
#escape
14 reads
15 Comments
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