Self Poems
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Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
This area is for personal poetry: poems about yourself and your feelings about who you are. Poems here focus on identity, ego, self confidence, insecurities and personality. For readers it's a chance to get to know the poet better and for writers it's an opportunity to analyse themselves by poetic means. The self poems category encourages the poet to lay themselves bare for all to read about, it can be both a frightening and empowering experience.
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
Today 5:30am
Today 5:30am
Unsolicited Fortune Teller
Sitting in Sunday school class
with a group of high school friends
all of us the same age
but I was a grade behind
our teacher spoke of careers
we might pursue
after graduating school
he was in computer sales
working for Big Blue
my dad, an Electrical Engineer
just happened to work there too
when the instructor
began suggesting jobs each of us could do
to one, “you'd be an excellent programmer”
to another “a top -notch chip designer”
because of their mathematical acuity
and to me he says,
in a dismissive...
with a group of high school friends
all of us the same age
but I was a grade behind
our teacher spoke of careers
we might pursue
after graduating school
he was in computer sales
working for Big Blue
my dad, an Electrical Engineer
just happened to work there too
when the instructor
began suggesting jobs each of us could do
to one, “you'd be an excellent programmer”
to another “a top -notch chip designer”
because of their mathematical acuity
and to me he says,
in a dismissive...
#college
#job
#learning #school
#learning #school
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0 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:05pm
Yesterday 8:05pm
Red Clay
Not so much a poem as venting out loud
*
Spent years here, I don't know, probably years too long
Things haven't always gone well, but never went too wrong
Things change, times change, nothing stays the same
And over the years I've culled over the remains
Progress has come for me at last with its cut down trees
Bulldozed, scraped raw, red clay swathes that bleed
Signs: 1.5, 9, 6 acres for sale popping up everywhere
Don't know how much longer I'll be here
Business park, subdivisions, a hospital coming and
Always...
*
Spent years here, I don't know, probably years too long
Things haven't always gone well, but never went too wrong
Things change, times change, nothing stays the same
And over the years I've culled over the remains
Progress has come for me at last with its cut down trees
Bulldozed, scraped raw, red clay swathes that bleed
Signs: 1.5, 9, 6 acres for sale popping up everywhere
Don't know how much longer I'll be here
Business park, subdivisions, a hospital coming and
Always...
#environment
#LifeStruggles
#myself
41 reads
10 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:02am
Yesterday 9:02am
at the last stop
my past used to be scattered
on the green grass
my past used to shine
with pearl-studded fireflies
he used to paint my waist
with a golden-red brush
he used to secretly fill my ears
with cool perfumed breeze
he used to decorate my hair
with newly bloomed roses wrapped in green
like the earth welcomes the drops
he used to respect the affection falling from my lips
when my eyes used to shrink
from the brightness of the late afternoon
he used to stand in front of me ...
on the green grass
my past used to shine
with pearl-studded fireflies
he used to paint my waist
with a golden-red brush
he used to secretly fill my ears
with cool perfumed breeze
he used to decorate my hair
with newly bloomed roses wrapped in green
like the earth welcomes the drops
he used to respect the affection falling from my lips
when my eyes used to shrink
from the brightness of the late afternoon
he used to stand in front of me ...
#heartbroken
#sadness
59 reads
4 Comments
ClassyBird
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:57am
Yesterday 3:57am
Life taught me that
When I was a little girl,
I always dreamt of passing through the clouds
Whether it was by plane or simply flying.
With my feet grounded on the earth,
Looking up at the sky
The clouds seemed like bliss
Soft pillows of peace
And calm
I'd imagine it would be smooth sailing
Across the horizon
Now that I'm older
and I've travelled through the clouds,
They're nothing like I had imagined
No longer do I desire
To pass through clouds
Whether by plane or simply flying.
With my feet off the ground,
Me in the sky...
I always dreamt of passing through the clouds
Whether it was by plane or simply flying.
With my feet grounded on the earth,
Looking up at the sky
The clouds seemed like bliss
Soft pillows of peace
And calm
I'd imagine it would be smooth sailing
Across the horizon
Now that I'm older
and I've travelled through the clouds,
They're nothing like I had imagined
No longer do I desire
To pass through clouds
Whether by plane or simply flying.
With my feet off the ground,
Me in the sky...
#LifeCycle
31 reads
3 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 00:20am
12th Apr 2025 00:20am
Woah Bro!
Fuck you Chuck Norris!
Go have dinner with my ex's friend!
But when I find your fake ass,
We're having a dance competition!
AND IMA WIN!
BITCH!
Go have dinner with my ex's friend!
But when I find your fake ass,
We're having a dance competition!
AND IMA WIN!
BITCH!
#funny
33 reads
2 Comments
Magdalena
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 8:04pm
11th Apr 2025 8:04pm
curious hands
AnitaMagdalenaPoetry 03/2014
#WritingPoetry
62 reads
2 Comments
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
66 reads
11 Comments
Magdalena
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 7:29pm
11th Apr 2025 7:29pm
outside
you, are a slow moving pendulum
caught up, in my hindsight
a web tangled misconception
wrapped, around the stem cells
of every illusion, we never want to let go of
dream weaver, fighting my nightmares
seconds falling into dust
an air spirit, between these ribs
all of the wishes we forgot to make
because everything else got in the way
the flesh, on my bones, my blood...
skin that tortures, so eloquently
fragile fixation, fading, in and out
sometimes, i am just a ghost
and you, are the tangible part of me
...
caught up, in my hindsight
a web tangled misconception
wrapped, around the stem cells
of every illusion, we never want to let go of
dream weaver, fighting my nightmares
seconds falling into dust
an air spirit, between these ribs
all of the wishes we forgot to make
because everything else got in the way
the flesh, on my bones, my blood...
skin that tortures, so eloquently
fragile fixation, fading, in and out
sometimes, i am just a ghost
and you, are the tangible part of me
...
#WritingPoetry
50 reads
6 Comments
GangsterGoose
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 6:16pm
11th Apr 2025 6:16pm
Tiny Jar
You know me as a calmer form
A tiny flame that can be kept in a tiny jar
Not the forest fire that I know I can be
Could be.......
Some days...most days...life feels more like a heavy rain
Is this stifled form of me the only thing that's left?
Will the last time I felt that fervor quake beneath my skin be the only memory I have to last me this lifetime?
Is it me or is it you?
Sometimes I feel like maybe there's just too many fractures in my being now to feel that way for anyone anymore
I remember kisses that made my heart beat all...
A tiny flame that can be kept in a tiny jar
Not the forest fire that I know I can be
Could be.......
Some days...most days...life feels more like a heavy rain
Is this stifled form of me the only thing that's left?
Will the last time I felt that fervor quake beneath my skin be the only memory I have to last me this lifetime?
Is it me or is it you?
Sometimes I feel like maybe there's just too many fractures in my being now to feel that way for anyone anymore
I remember kisses that made my heart beat all...
#choices
#confessional
#evolution
#love
#relationships
24 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 1:04pm
11th Apr 2025 1:04pm
Accepting My Fate
Here I am as I am in a state of relaxation of meditation, preparing my mind thoughts for another phase, of more testing in my life of cancer. Yet still I'm not giving up yet for this precious element known as life, for sure I am grateful and thankful and blessed, to be able to have a second chance at life. For what ever is the outcome in this space and time ⌚ I remain resilient on a positive level of energy and determination and perseverance. For sure I still believe in my faith and beliefs, that GOD ALMIGHTY is here to guide me upon this Earthly, journey and travel and walk through...
#emotional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
39 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 12:44pm
11th Apr 2025 12:44pm
The Second Runner
The second runner crosses the line,
not with glory, but with the weight of almost.
Breath burns the same,
legs ache with the same fire,
yet the world turns its gaze elsewhere.
Victory is a narrow door
and those who miss it are cast into shadows.
The second runner stands there,
not a hero, not a champion,
just a body that tried and fell short.
But what is a winner, if not a fleeting name?
And what is a loser, if not the same?
The second runner, the last, the forgotten
all are bound by the same thread: ...
not with glory, but with the weight of almost.
Breath burns the same,
legs ache with the same fire,
yet the world turns its gaze elsewhere.
Victory is a narrow door
and those who miss it are cast into shadows.
The second runner stands there,
not a hero, not a champion,
just a body that tried and fell short.
But what is a winner, if not a fleeting name?
And what is a loser, if not the same?
The second runner, the last, the forgotten
all are bound by the same thread: ...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#escape
#freedom #WritingPoetry
#freedom #WritingPoetry
45 reads
4 Comments
Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 12:27pm
11th Apr 2025 12:27pm
I Worry Boy
once we were warriors filled
with fierce pride
banging our fists to chest
we would shake with the need to bleed
or make bleed
we were men that knew the language of protection
we were men that knew the language of love
toward our family
that knew how to nurture
our hard curbed by their soft
but
warped by booze
violence turned inward
we directed hate at ourselves
letting it spill over our loved ones
and our pride
died
became a curse
cheap piss and beer breath ...
with fierce pride
banging our fists to chest
we would shake with the need to bleed
or make bleed
we were men that knew the language of protection
we were men that knew the language of love
toward our family
that knew how to nurture
our hard curbed by their soft
but
warped by booze
violence turned inward
we directed hate at ourselves
letting it spill over our loved ones
and our pride
died
became a curse
cheap piss and beer breath ...
#childhood
#memories
#parent #son
#parent #son
64 reads
4 Comments
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