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.
Petting a Dog
You join me on the couch
Curled up in your favourite spot
With one of your people
Petting you is supposed to be relaxing
Often I can’t find the relaxation
Petting you consciously
Like a task to be completed
Tonight is different
Finding the relaxation in the texture of fir
Softness of your ears
Absentmindedly petting your head
Playing with your floppy ears
Finally finding elusive relaxation
For both of us
Curled up in your favourite spot
With one of your people
Petting you is supposed to be relaxing
Often I can’t find the relaxation
Petting you consciously
Like a task to be completed
Tonight is different
Finding the relaxation in the texture of fir
Softness of your ears
Absentmindedly petting your head
Playing with your floppy ears
Finally finding elusive relaxation
For both of us
#anxiety
#animals
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Me? Why me?
I will never understand unconditional love,
and that fact wounds me.
It will always cause me to shake and topple when the idea,
even for a second,
pops into my head,
that someone who has spent so much time with me,
stupid, greedy, worthless, terrible, me,
could still sit down at the end of the day,
with the thought,
"Hey, I love that person."
And maybe,
maybe that still means I have growing to do.
I hope there's a day where,
when I see the child in the mirror,
I don't scream ...
and that fact wounds me.
It will always cause me to shake and topple when the idea,
even for a second,
pops into my head,
that someone who has spent so much time with me,
stupid, greedy, worthless, terrible, me,
could still sit down at the end of the day,
with the thought,
"Hey, I love that person."
And maybe,
maybe that still means I have growing to do.
I hope there's a day where,
when I see the child in the mirror,
I don't scream ...
#sadness
#loneliness
#forgiveness
#despair
#emotions
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My Little Pond
Looking out of the glass
my life's aquarium
so pretty around me
coral reefs and fishes
I sit here feeling happy
looking at you magnified
and wishing you were real
but I am just sitting here
looking out and smiling
at You
my life's aquarium
so pretty around me
coral reefs and fishes
I sit here feeling happy
looking at you magnified
and wishing you were real
but I am just sitting here
looking out and smiling
at You
#SelfReflection
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tripping downhill
the descent is rising;
my features are freezing,
I find myself staring at nothing in particular,
there's a numbness creeping about.
apathy is increasing and my thoughts are turning bitter,
my mind is becoming distrustful of all things good.
my heart shelters in place.
I'm empty and devoid of feeling.
I see you darkness,
you always know how to greet me old friend.
can you pencil me in?
I think I'll stay awhile.
darkness will you hold me?
I have missed the solemn solace of your embrace.
you filter the world...
my features are freezing,
I find myself staring at nothing in particular,
there's a numbness creeping about.
apathy is increasing and my thoughts are turning bitter,
my mind is becoming distrustful of all things good.
my heart shelters in place.
I'm empty and devoid of feeling.
I see you darkness,
you always know how to greet me old friend.
can you pencil me in?
I think I'll stay awhile.
darkness will you hold me?
I have missed the solemn solace of your embrace.
you filter the world...
#depression
#dark
#bipolar #MentalHealth
#bipolar #MentalHealth
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Former lover
As winter finally loosens its grasp, melancholy overtakes me. No longer can I hide the kisses left all along my skin, by my longest-held lover. A lover not found in pictures or phone calls, a beloved known only by old friend. seldom if at all spoken about locked away beneath me as I slumber. the cruelest romance take take take yet seldom give, cold and lifeless like my ex yet somehow more loving. kisses ( scars ) litter my body deeper and deeper they go, but alas never enough more more he says. an insatiable beast savoring for more crimson and pain. the longer I go without him the more...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
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Father Figures
I wanna be like David. That man teaches all the kids. Shows them all the things they’ve always done help them do the things they never did.
I wanna be like Leroy. That man funny, down to earth. I think I am the way I am, because he showed me his ways first.
I wanna be like Jose. That man knew the path of Gods. He showed us to be that in ourselves, that it was there inside us all.
I wanna be like Lupe. That man knew just how things work. He taught us how to see the bigger plan, and which things should be done first.
I wanna be like Larry. That man can build you up a dream....
I wanna be like Leroy. That man funny, down to earth. I think I am the way I am, because he showed me his ways first.
I wanna be like Jose. That man knew the path of Gods. He showed us to be that in ourselves, that it was there inside us all.
I wanna be like Lupe. That man knew just how things work. He taught us how to see the bigger plan, and which things should be done first.
I wanna be like Larry. That man can build you up a dream....
#father
#LifeGoals
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sudden illness and a nurse
Sudden illness and a nurse
it is Saturday, the air has a whiff of spring
and I was too tired to go to the bakery
to get my, one a week Danish Pastry
It was a week when my wife ended up in
hospital, I knew what was wrong with her
but I was overruled by the health doctor
In the evening, as I was having a glass of wine
and a forbidden cigarette on the balcony
prepared for a calm evening, a knock on
the door of the unwanted.
A couple related to my wife came to visit
her at the hospital (I think my wife rang)
the...
it is Saturday, the air has a whiff of spring
and I was too tired to go to the bakery
to get my, one a week Danish Pastry
It was a week when my wife ended up in
hospital, I knew what was wrong with her
but I was overruled by the health doctor
In the evening, as I was having a glass of wine
and a forbidden cigarette on the balcony
prepared for a calm evening, a knock on
the door of the unwanted.
A couple related to my wife came to visit
her at the hospital (I think my wife rang)
the...
#courage
#forgiveness
#admiration #emotions
#admiration #emotions
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Sticking My Neck Out
When i was just a child
A parent told me
When i grow up
It's a good idea
To be a little rational
Being regularly lost in myriad thoughts
And daydreams
I only heard
What to me
Sounded like
Be a little rash
So to impress my parents
I decided to go beyond
Their limited expectations of me
So i became very rash
On a lighter note
Such as falling out of trees
Over the top of bicycle handlebars
Building underground tunnels
That could of caved in at any time
Anyway
I only remember this moment in...
A parent told me
When i grow up
It's a good idea
To be a little rational
Being regularly lost in myriad thoughts
And daydreams
I only heard
What to me
Sounded like
Be a little rash
So to impress my parents
I decided to go beyond
Their limited expectations of me
So i became very rash
On a lighter note
Such as falling out of trees
Over the top of bicycle handlebars
Building underground tunnels
That could of caved in at any time
Anyway
I only remember this moment in...
#satirical
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeChangingMoment
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeChangingMoment
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Renegade
I woke up today
looking in the mirror
all my eye could see
was tired wreckage,
not so much in age
or any other small
inconveniences
people usually
experience
so I listened;
hearing that
renegade ask:
is it enough
to carry on?
looking in the mirror
all my eye could see
was tired wreckage,
not so much in age
or any other small
inconveniences
people usually
experience
so I listened;
hearing that
renegade ask:
is it enough
to carry on?
#conflict
#confessional
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Mea Culpa
was it my fault?
what did i do?
i was so little
always felt his
anger, tangible
at the surface
as i got older
bits & pieces
were laid bare
on the news
i searched for
clarity, trying to
figure out who
this man is?
the only thing
i know osvaldo
was his name
given name
he's a bottler
a closed book
was he a victim
or a witness or
...an abuser?
my father who
once was a friar
whatever he's ...
what did i do?
i was so little
always felt his
anger, tangible
at the surface
as i got older
bits & pieces
were laid bare
on the news
i searched for
clarity, trying to
figure out who
this man is?
the only thing
i know osvaldo
was his name
given name
he's a bottler
a closed book
was he a victim
or a witness or
...an abuser?
my father who
once was a friar
whatever he's ...
#religion
#confessional
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The theory.
Lindley must
Be the German
Brilliant girls
Of fins fellow
Takes in the
Talkvowace
Of the crear
In the rifcon
Of the Fahrenheit.
Yellow blue tales
Of trees just rays
Press monk.
Be the German
Brilliant girls
Of fins fellow
Takes in the
Talkvowace
Of the crear
In the rifcon
Of the Fahrenheit.
Yellow blue tales
Of trees just rays
Press monk.
#nature
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It’s Time
Someone here said it perfectly
“Grief and loss
Get more attention than joy”
I no longer want to be guilty
Of giving grief more of my time
Than it deserves
It’s about time for me
To pull my head
Out of my ass
Stop wallowing
And get on
With the business
Of living
And loving again
I could concentrate
On the pain
But I’d rather
Pay attention
To...
“Grief and loss
Get more attention than joy”
I no longer want to be guilty
Of giving grief more of my time
Than it deserves
It’s about time for me
To pull my head
Out of my ass
Stop wallowing
And get on
With the business
Of living
And loving again
I could concentrate
On the pain
But I’d rather
Pay attention
To...
#happiness
#love
#breakup
#SelfReflection
#gratitude
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