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.
SerenitySongs
Poem Published
Today 1:20pm
Today 1:20pm
Perusing
I got in on the act later in life
but I'd go back earlier than that
Too early really
Perusing over positions
far older housewives
I got lucky
Extremely so
Though equally met
same yearnings meeting
In the middle
I lived out my dreams
extremities of fantasies
But age grows long roots
finding love to be true
Is exactly what they say
It'll wrap itself around you when
least expectant of it
My love is genuinely pure
As I know theirs to be too
& making steps shouldn't...
#love
#memories
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
Today 10:15am
Today 10:15am
Ain't that a kick in the head?
Ain’t got nobody to ‘love you lots.’
So what?
Ain’t got nobody to call.
That’s cool.
Ain’t got nobody to call me good.
Good.
Ain’t got enough time to tell you the truth.
Whether I am good or bad is not up to you.
I decide to be real or lie.
So what if I don’t care if you begin to cry.
As they set you a task,
It’s all a-tisket, a-tasket, a-yakety-yak.
It’s all the same to me; don’t play your game.
You have to work or laugh.
Complete the level;
Move onto another.
One courageous...
So what?
Ain’t got nobody to call.
That’s cool.
Ain’t got nobody to call me good.
Good.
Ain’t got enough time to tell you the truth.
Whether I am good or bad is not up to you.
I decide to be real or lie.
So what if I don’t care if you begin to cry.
As they set you a task,
It’s all a-tisket, a-tasket, a-yakety-yak.
It’s all the same to me; don’t play your game.
You have to work or laugh.
Complete the level;
Move onto another.
One courageous...
#anger
#love
#LifeAsAWriter #memories
#LifeAsAWriter #memories
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inechoingsilence
Bumped Today 4:23am
25th Apr 2019 3:12am
25th Apr 2019 3:12am
More than DNA
Where I come from is no easy question
The answer even more complicated
For I am so much more than my ancestry
I was born in the land of the free
Yet my soul is old, from foreign lands
I queue, apologize for apologizing, yet
My bluntness borders on breathtaking
A cuppa solves all the world’s problems
So do many shot glasses of ice cold vodka
I come from generations of stiff-necked people
Stubborn, willful, unyielding, even unto death
My race is my religion, I bow before no man
Poets, painters,...
The answer even more complicated
For I am so much more than my ancestry
I was born in the land of the free
Yet my soul is old, from foreign lands
I queue, apologize for apologizing, yet
My bluntness borders on breathtaking
A cuppa solves all the world’s problems
So do many shot glasses of ice cold vodka
I come from generations of stiff-necked people
Stubborn, willful, unyielding, even unto death
My race is my religion, I bow before no man
Poets, painters,...
#family
#culture
101 reads
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JenBug1
Adriana
Adriana
Poem Published
Today 1:30am
Today 1:30am
The promised one
I miss you the one that have once been promised
I miss the movement of you within me
I miss the sound you make when the little bubble tells me you are there
I miss the way you say hello every morning with a light kick or bump
The one thing i miss the moste is the pleasure of holding you for the first time
I miss your sleepy eyes
I miss your craying mouth calling out to me
I miss the new smell of your skin rapped up in blankets
I miss the glowing light shining from you
I miss kissing...
I miss the movement of you within me
I miss the sound you make when the little bubble tells me you are there
I miss the way you say hello every morning with a light kick or bump
The one thing i miss the moste is the pleasure of holding you for the first time
I miss your sleepy eyes
I miss your craying mouth calling out to me
I miss the new smell of your skin rapped up in blankets
I miss the glowing light shining from you
I miss kissing...
#motherhood
#daughter
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Amanacer
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:53am
Yesterday 00:53am
Reciprocity
The noise of traffic
So very mundane
This day blessed with sunshine
The breeze calls my name
In this sameness
One day follows another
If I can live in the moment
Nirvana lives here
Every blade of grass
Clouds birds trees
Animals large and small
Were all designed for me
Mother Earth Omnipotent
There is nothing so divine
Today I will live intently
In this moment in time
So very mundane
This day blessed with sunshine
The breeze calls my name
In this sameness
One day follows another
If I can live in the moment
Nirvana lives here
Every blade of grass
Clouds birds trees
Animals large and small
Were all designed for me
Mother Earth Omnipotent
There is nothing so divine
Today I will live intently
In this moment in time
#earth
#LifeCycle
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Hunterapsych
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:48pm
Yesterday 11:48pm
Let go
Wipe the tears
From your weary eyes.
Remove the repetitive and oh so negative thoughts running you ragged.
It's your reality m8, don't forget it,
just admit it sometimes you wanna
quit this cause you can't handle being the witness, it's ridiculous at times I know. But you must let go to truly grow.
Let go of self doubt,
Let go of self pity,
Let go of endless self analysation,
It only brings you aggravation,
Don't forget about meditation,
Immerse yourself in the imagination.
Let go guy please
Let go and grow, tis a slow process ...
From your weary eyes.
Remove the repetitive and oh so negative thoughts running you ragged.
It's your reality m8, don't forget it,
just admit it sometimes you wanna
quit this cause you can't handle being the witness, it's ridiculous at times I know. But you must let go to truly grow.
Let go of self doubt,
Let go of self pity,
Let go of endless self analysation,
It only brings you aggravation,
Don't forget about meditation,
Immerse yourself in the imagination.
Let go guy please
Let go and grow, tis a slow process ...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
25 reads
3 Comments
Bender
Jarlath
Jarlath
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:07pm
Yesterday 10:07pm
To be known.
Silent screams.
Rippling unheard echos across
a vast emptiness.
I am alone.
Lashing out at introversion,
whipping myself with consternation
until the wounds bleed.
Bloody words trickle across
the aged parchment of this life,
revealing a heart's secrets in verse.
Through this medium,
I step from the wilderness.
Casting myself upon the altar
of vulnerability, naked and afraid.
See the man I am.
Rugged and worn, a hardened spirit
still longing for a soft kiss
or a kind word. ...
Rippling unheard echos across
a vast emptiness.
I am alone.
Lashing out at introversion,
whipping myself with consternation
until the wounds bleed.
Bloody words trickle across
the aged parchment of this life,
revealing a heart's secrets in verse.
Through this medium,
I step from the wilderness.
Casting myself upon the altar
of vulnerability, naked and afraid.
See the man I am.
Rugged and worn, a hardened spirit
still longing for a soft kiss
or a kind word. ...
#anxiety
#friendship
#honesty #acceptance
#honesty #acceptance
39 reads
9 Comments
SoulzGirl69
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:27pm
Yesterday 9:27pm
Treasured memories
Out of nowhere
I got pushed
Into a tiny corner
...Suffocating
Reluctant to make sense
In this world
Of a million stars
And a billion broken hearts
Beautiful sunrises
Bright and sunny morning skies
Happy memories
Treasured by many...broken souls
I got pushed
Into a tiny corner
...Suffocating
Reluctant to make sense
In this world
Of a million stars
And a billion broken hearts
Beautiful sunrises
Bright and sunny morning skies
Happy memories
Treasured by many...broken souls
#strength
#TimeHeals
29 reads
4 Comments
Bluefall44
Kera Daniels
Kera Daniels
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:25pm
Yesterday 9:25pm
Innocence
It hurts you again and again
making you wonder where it began.
At times its loud,
at times its proud,
at times its broken
but those times are unspoken.
Its innocent,
but not for long.
It grows up
and learns the wrong.
In the end,
there is no friend...
just the pain
that drives you insane.
making you wonder where it began.
At times its loud,
at times its proud,
at times its broken
but those times are unspoken.
Its innocent,
but not for long.
It grows up
and learns the wrong.
In the end,
there is no friend...
just the pain
that drives you insane.
#honesty
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ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:46pm
Yesterday 8:46pm
Broken
I'm on the other side of broken I hope
Took a time out, to settle some scores.
My fists are sore from knocking on old
familiar doors. Now that I'm here I
fear I might have lost who I was.
A man on a mission no more,
my ears no longer buzz...
when I hear the word desire,
last week I set fire to love.
I feel retired, sipping tea in white gloves.
I need a reason to be, maybe I'll
just hire some thugs, have em rob
the block dealer and tell him just who it was..
who sent em, then I'll regain that
burning...
Took a time out, to settle some scores.
My fists are sore from knocking on old
familiar doors. Now that I'm here I
fear I might have lost who I was.
A man on a mission no more,
my ears no longer buzz...
when I hear the word desire,
last week I set fire to love.
I feel retired, sipping tea in white gloves.
I need a reason to be, maybe I'll
just hire some thugs, have em rob
the block dealer and tell him just who it was..
who sent em, then I'll regain that
burning...
#heartbroken
#emptiness
#boredom
21 reads
2 Comments
ImperfectedStone
P M Banks
P M Banks
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:49pm
Yesterday 7:49pm
Blues, so 'Hollow.
I've been screaming in the garden of Kinterbury,
warm breeze gently lapping about my frame,
my nails are made for tearing wounds in my skin
as if laying out a map of my day.
I've been deeply grateful for the foliage there,
and the way the bumbles rest at my hip
yet I'd burn it all down - this captain of her ship
is ready to sink beneath the ground.
I've been searching for a something,
a someone somewhere who represents an evolved me
to the world, not just mother and amateur
but useful as hazelnut tree.
...
warm breeze gently lapping about my frame,
my nails are made for tearing wounds in my skin
as if laying out a map of my day.
I've been deeply grateful for the foliage there,
and the way the bumbles rest at my hip
yet I'd burn it all down - this captain of her ship
is ready to sink beneath the ground.
I've been searching for a something,
a someone somewhere who represents an evolved me
to the world, not just mother and amateur
but useful as hazelnut tree.
...
#sadness
#summer
#confessional #sleep
#confessional #sleep
23 reads
2 Comments
LennyBlue
Yorkshire
Yorkshire
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:13pm
Yesterday 4:13pm
Bunch Of Bullshit
Fuck me, fuck you
i don’t care if we never screw
Your lost I’m fine
I found another Va-GINE.
You teased , me good,
I thought , you would.
I came, you left
DUP knows the rest,
Fuck me fuck you.
I wear my anger like a shoe.
Forget the verse forget the rhyme
I’d fuck you anytime.
i don’t care if we never screw
Your lost I’m fine
I found another Va-GINE.
You teased , me good,
I thought , you would.
I came, you left
DUP knows the rest,
Fuck me fuck you.
I wear my anger like a shoe.
Forget the verse forget the rhyme
I’d fuck you anytime.
#lust
#lies
21 reads
0 Comments
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