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.
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
25th Feb 2021 9:18pm
25th Feb 2021 9:18pm
I define.
a sort of teetering
on a precipice
insight and clarity
from tired meek
to almost fully heard
Oh to roar
allowing for unselfish focus
doubts drift
stresses of unsure
or insufferable insecure
s l i p a w a y
silent bursts
of all that's etched
to marvel in
hard fought, learned
permeate from inside out
i glow in raw iridescence
a fresh breeze mixed
with antiseptic sunshine
dispelling
desperate smoke
of...
on a precipice
insight and clarity
from tired meek
to almost fully heard
Oh to roar
allowing for unselfish focus
doubts drift
stresses of unsure
or insufferable insecure
s l i p a w a y
silent bursts
of all that's etched
to marvel in
hard fought, learned
permeate from inside out
i glow in raw iridescence
a fresh breeze mixed
with antiseptic sunshine
dispelling
desperate smoke
of...
#myself
#healing
#SelfWorth
113 reads
27 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
9th Jan 2021 10:49pm
9th Jan 2021 10:49pm
SADNESS BEHIND A HAPPY FACE
An urban proverb promises:
"Smile and the world
smiles with you. Frown
and you'll frown alone."
Life is made up of the
process of "sowing and reaping."
We are constantly hearing
or being told, "Put on a
happy face" as if that will
automatically create happiness.
On the ancient Greek stage,
and later on the Shakespearian stage,
Masks were worn by actors.
The word "hypocrite" was used to
refer to an actor who was playing
a part. Today it is used to refer
to a person's behavior that isn't
genuine or real--a...
"Smile and the world
smiles with you. Frown
and you'll frown alone."
Life is made up of the
process of "sowing and reaping."
We are constantly hearing
or being told, "Put on a
happy face" as if that will
automatically create happiness.
On the ancient Greek stage,
and later on the Shakespearian stage,
Masks were worn by actors.
The word "hypocrite" was used to
refer to an actor who was playing
a part. Today it is used to refer
to a person's behavior that isn't
genuine or real--a...
#identity
#myself
#acceptance
#SelfDiscovery
#choices
69 reads
7 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
13th Feb 2021 4:47pm
13th Feb 2021 4:47pm
I am the Ocean
I am the Sea ... Even deeper ... Ocean!
In eternal movement, in search of answers,
I fly in a wave, cutting off the edge of the sky,
And taking with me the flashes of dawns!
And at night, having calmed down
in the darkness, I kiss the stars in my palms,
taking the Universe to myself,
Shaking gently in the gentle surf ...
And somewhere in the depths, in my silence
The last day and sadness will drown,
And the freshness of the morning will
bring the beginning, And a new building wave!
In eternal movement, in search of answers,
I fly in a wave, cutting off the edge of the sky,
And taking with me the flashes of dawns!
And at night, having calmed down
in the darkness, I kiss the stars in my palms,
taking the Universe to myself,
Shaking gently in the gentle surf ...
And somewhere in the depths, in my silence
The last day and sadness will drown,
And the freshness of the morning will
bring the beginning, And a new building wave!
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
138 reads
37 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
26th Jul 2020 12:33pm
26th Jul 2020 12:33pm
Bricks and Mortar - A Love Story
Big city fella
Small town heart
Sums me up
Full Stop
Small town heart
Sums me up
Full Stop
#identity
#myself
113 reads
14 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2021 8:44pm
3rd Jan 2021 8:44pm
The Rudiments
For Christmas my daughter gave me a practice pad
Along with a pair of drumsticks
Now I can play whenever I feel nostalgic or sad
I just need relearn the old licks
I still remember the rudiments it’s almost ghostlike
As the rhythm echoes audibly
But as soon as I hit the notes it’s like riding a bike
I didn’t forget but I’m just wobbly
With technology and social media I have resources
I can pull up videos and learn
I can retrain my brain with all these online courses
Until my fingers bleed and burn
I’m an old man...
Along with a pair of drumsticks
Now I can play whenever I feel nostalgic or sad
I just need relearn the old licks
I still remember the rudiments it’s almost ghostlike
As the rhythm echoes audibly
But as soon as I hit the notes it’s like riding a bike
I didn’t forget but I’m just wobbly
With technology and social media I have resources
I can pull up videos and learn
I can retrain my brain with all these online courses
Until my fingers bleed and burn
I’m an old man...
#music
#memories
#myself #learning
#myself #learning
65 reads
10 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
21st Aug 2020 3:06pm
21st Aug 2020 3:06pm
Swirl
A clear day,
Beautiful sky,
Except for the smog
In his mind.
A huge blurr
Of constant indecisions
Ruling his life,
Ruining his life,
Cutting him apart
As many very precise
Surgical incisions.
Beautiful sky,
Except for the smog
In his mind.
A huge blurr
Of constant indecisions
Ruling his life,
Ruining his life,
Cutting him apart
As many very precise
Surgical incisions.
#myself
#confusion
#SelfReflection #FeelingLost
#SelfReflection #FeelingLost
90 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
18th Feb 2021 9:30pm
18th Feb 2021 9:30pm
My Soft Locks
Come bring me your aching heart
Where souls blended so beautifully like a Picasso's work of art
Grasp your hand in mine
Soaring as we once defined the creation of time
Kismet Karma now stands so still
Three wishes in life to covet thy will
Hushed breaths are now at rest
Stalwart passion drifts, yet
Desires and rapture to the loins, to make one's handsome virility swoon and softly melt,
At best, mmm... tenderly felt
My honeyed scent you shall always inhale
Your last wish ordained as you toss that silver coin in that wishing...
Where souls blended so beautifully like a Picasso's work of art
Grasp your hand in mine
Soaring as we once defined the creation of time
Kismet Karma now stands so still
Three wishes in life to covet thy will
Hushed breaths are now at rest
Stalwart passion drifts, yet
Desires and rapture to the loins, to make one's handsome virility swoon and softly melt,
At best, mmm... tenderly felt
My honeyed scent you shall always inhale
Your last wish ordained as you toss that silver coin in that wishing...
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection
54 reads
12 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
13th Jan 2021 3:49pm
13th Jan 2021 3:49pm
With A Matchstick
The bedevils of my mind like footprints. One set for angels the other for mine. Taking hold of my soul. Like the goth of rock and roll striking an anvil. Dying my lips black and screaming dark's salvation, as my blood drips crimson. Biting the apple of my sub-culture milieu. Playing the fantasies with a matchstick and tasting the night's air.
#dreams
#gothic
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#WritingPoetry
74 reads
2 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
1560 reads
25 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
30th Jan 2021 3:52am
30th Jan 2021 3:52am
eternity
feels like a pack
of wild hyenas
pissing in my eyes
stomach bloated
as if it's filled with
mutant yeast
tongue covered
with razor blade
fur
bones turn to
shards of
broken
ice
while the intestines
plot a sneak
attack,
cheeky
bastards
the devil sits across
from me telling
dirty jokes about
some donkey with
a tiny pecker trying
to have sex with the
vagina of the...
of wild hyenas
pissing in my eyes
stomach bloated
as if it's filled with
mutant yeast
tongue covered
with razor blade
fur
bones turn to
shards of
broken
ice
while the intestines
plot a sneak
attack,
cheeky
bastards
the devil sits across
from me telling
dirty jokes about
some donkey with
a tiny pecker trying
to have sex with the
vagina of the...
#myself
#nightmares
47 reads
10 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
19th Feb 2020 8:46am
19th Feb 2020 8:46am
Avataria
Why not show my genuine human face?
Do I fear exposure or, much worse, emasculation?
That one perhaps a name to visage place?
No, it’s so appearance won’t impede imagination
Do I fear exposure or, much worse, emasculation?
That one perhaps a name to visage place?
No, it’s so appearance won’t impede imagination
#identity
#myself
#WritingPoetry
214 reads
13 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
379 reads
8 Comments
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