Self Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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.
AtoMikbomb
Poem Published
Today 8:47am
Today 8:47am
I've outgrown the need to tiptoe
I etched a fence - a cold water fjord
to hoard myself
to keep these shores from you
And I cracked some stencils
my pencil pressings
come on to strong;
so I leave myself
where I please
The lines...
they think they know how they should lie
Oh,
the confines ease their eyelids closed
at night
But they detest;
us, the stabber of gaps
in their tidy
typical packaging
Red, raw eyewhites blink...
we cheat them of their dividends
of sleep
to hoard myself
to keep these shores from you
And I cracked some stencils
my pencil pressings
come on to strong;
so I leave myself
where I please
The lines...
they think they know how they should lie
Oh,
the confines ease their eyelids closed
at night
But they detest;
us, the stabber of gaps
in their tidy
typical packaging
Red, raw eyewhites blink...
we cheat them of their dividends
of sleep
#freedom
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BlackWidow
Poem Published
Today 6:21am
Today 6:21am
Bitterroot (pt1)
You're just a nowhere girl
You don't mean a thing to me
There is nothing left inside you
Nothing left that you can be
You're just a place
To hide my sorrows
Underneath the hanging tree
The taste of you is bitterroot
*shadow fleets across the ground*
There is nothing to be found
You don't mean a thing to me
There is nothing left inside you
Nothing left that you can be
You're just a place
To hide my sorrows
Underneath the hanging tree
The taste of you is bitterroot
*shadow fleets across the ground*
There is nothing to be found
#myself
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Medinda
Poem Published
Today 4:47am
Today 4:47am
Last Stand
The argument has ended
Last words spoken
Tears begin to fall
The ostrich buries its head
In the sand
Last words spoken
Tears begin to fall
The ostrich buries its head
In the sand
#SelfReflection
14 reads
5 Comments
Medinda
Poem Published
Today 4:30am
Today 4:30am
The opening of Song of Myself
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good
Belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at ease
Observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood,
Form'd from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here
From parents the same,
And their parents the same
I, now thirty-seven years old
In perfect health begin,
Hoping not to cease till death.
Walt Whitman
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good
Belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at ease
Observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood,
Form'd from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here
From parents the same,
And their parents the same
I, now thirty-seven years old
In perfect health begin,
Hoping not to cease till death.
Walt Whitman
#SelfReflection
9 reads
1 Comment
Eudemonia
Bumped Yesterday 00:55am
16th Sep 2018 11:10pm
16th Sep 2018 11:10pm
Lux Magnificum (I Feel Divine)
I crossed my heart
To bridge the divide
And bring your void
Back to life.
I crossed seven seas
To light up your shores
And heal the disease
Of feeling insecure.
I crossed myself
With thirteen stitches
When your golden light
Revealed the nullity of riches.
I crossed the heavens
And now you’re mine.
Illumine all.
Erase the time.
To bridge the divide
And bring your void
Back to life.
I crossed seven seas
To light up your shores
And heal the disease
Of feeling insecure.
I crossed myself
With thirteen stitches
When your golden light
Revealed the nullity of riches.
I crossed the heavens
And now you’re mine.
Illumine all.
Erase the time.
#love
#God
#faith #SelfDiscovery
#faith #SelfDiscovery
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samael
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:24pm
Yesterday 8:24pm
I stand in a room with a butcher and me
Rather we talked on a phone
in a tone.
they tore me in half
with a quip and some sass,
a customer
and a rep
all alone.
in a tone.
they tore me in half
with a quip and some sass,
a customer
and a rep
all alone.
#hate
#humankind
#myself
11 reads
2 Comments
zenithquasar77
Marcus cooke
Marcus cooke
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:42pm
Yesterday 4:42pm
Replaced by Horse's
When I
Planned to
Leave home
At age 18,
Mother
Did somthing
Odd
And mean.
Weilding
Unknown
Forces,
She hatched
A plan to
Transform
And Replace
My sibilings and I
With horses.
Brother
would
cry
"Its not human
mother, please
Free us
From this barn"
Mother
Was not listening
Her thoughts
Were for her calf's.
"The loss
Would be
catatrosfic"
Mother replied
As we
Lay on hay
To pray.
...
Planned to
Leave home
At age 18,
Mother
Did somthing
Odd
And mean.
Weilding
Unknown
Forces,
She hatched
A plan to
Transform
And Replace
My sibilings and I
With horses.
Brother
would
cry
"Its not human
mother, please
Free us
From this barn"
Mother
Was not listening
Her thoughts
Were for her calf's.
"The loss
Would be
catatrosfic"
Mother replied
As we
Lay on hay
To pray.
...
#MentalHealth
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
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MUSOREREAGAN
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:38pm
Yesterday 1:38pm
BYE BYE TO THE OLD ME
Bye bye to the old me..
Welcome to the new me...
Gone are days..
Now are the days..
No more banging..
No more wishes..
No more words...
No more buzzers...
No more sinning...
No more quitting...
No more crushes..
On the fuckin hoes..
No more fake friends..
No more fake company..
No more being broke..
No more giving in...
To the hopeless sex maniacs...
No more bad things...
No more fake me..
No more limits..
No more shit...
No more skirt thoughts...
As in wild thoughts...
No...
Welcome to the new me...
Gone are days..
Now are the days..
No more banging..
No more wishes..
No more words...
No more buzzers...
No more sinning...
No more quitting...
No more crushes..
On the fuckin hoes..
No more fake friends..
No more fake company..
No more being broke..
No more giving in...
To the hopeless sex maniacs...
No more bad things...
No more fake me..
No more limits..
No more shit...
No more skirt thoughts...
As in wild thoughts...
No...
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfDiscovery
9 reads
1 Comment
beanbandit
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:34am
Yesterday 9:34am
In my scope
Anxiety all in my scope
Can't tell if psychiatry is friend or foe
And my piety just let's me know
God hide in me but we just see ghosts
Through one eye in three and its kept me whole
But the slighted see they've blessed me poor
While I pry and peek at success he stole
And undeciedly try less to keep whole
So pariah me I'll be juxtaposed
To what Mariah needs it dont impress me no
I've got a right to free so let me go
Cause I might just bleed if my eye be poked
Stabbed by grimey theives for the rest he stole
Can't tell if psychiatry is friend or foe
And my piety just let's me know
God hide in me but we just see ghosts
Through one eye in three and its kept me whole
But the slighted see they've blessed me poor
While I pry and peek at success he stole
And undeciedly try less to keep whole
So pariah me I'll be juxtaposed
To what Mariah needs it dont impress me no
I've got a right to free so let me go
Cause I might just bleed if my eye be poked
Stabbed by grimey theives for the rest he stole
#anxiety
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beanbandit
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:32am
Yesterday 9:32am
Imaginate
I stare at the walls of this cage and
Feel stuck in these bars I keep pacing
Like I know it all but dont say shit
But I dont know at all about basic
Made a gun out of soap I feel foamy
Cause the voices now act like they dont know me
I got a bloody halo, I feel holy
Started writing each line like triple time
Dont worry it's fine I'm just gettin mine
Locked in my ways someone must give a dime
Must have felt kinda salty I spit my spine
No use crying just hang awhile
Til it's eyes bulge out like woman making child
All bloodshot red...
Feel stuck in these bars I keep pacing
Like I know it all but dont say shit
But I dont know at all about basic
Made a gun out of soap I feel foamy
Cause the voices now act like they dont know me
I got a bloody halo, I feel holy
Started writing each line like triple time
Dont worry it's fine I'm just gettin mine
Locked in my ways someone must give a dime
Must have felt kinda salty I spit my spine
No use crying just hang awhile
Til it's eyes bulge out like woman making child
All bloodshot red...
#SelfDiscovery
12 reads
1 Comment
brokentitanium
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:42am
Yesterday 5:42am
Medical Research
Filling out questionnaires
One of many
Relative of the subject with Crohn’s
Comparative research
Boring task…..
What did you eat?
When?
How much?
Other conditions:
Heart disease – no.
Arthritis – no.
Depression – yes. BLOOP!
Link to secondary questionnaire:
Dates…
Diagnosis…
Medication? Counselling?
Yes… yes…
Childhood sexual abuse by someone more than 5 years older?
Freeze
.
.
Well…
.
But…..
4 years
Doesn't count?
Had to check No -
Issue
Suddenly ...
One of many
Relative of the subject with Crohn’s
Comparative research
Boring task…..
What did you eat?
When?
How much?
Other conditions:
Heart disease – no.
Arthritis – no.
Depression – yes. BLOOP!
Link to secondary questionnaire:
Dates…
Diagnosis…
Medication? Counselling?
Yes… yes…
Childhood sexual abuse by someone more than 5 years older?
Freeze
.
.
Well…
.
But…..
4 years
Doesn't count?
Had to check No -
Issue
Suddenly ...
#confusion
17 reads
2 Comments
Eerie
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:33am
Yesterday 4:33am
Pondering
There is something
that I was born to be.
What that is, has
narrowly dodged me.
that I was born to be.
What that is, has
narrowly dodged me.
#identity
21 reads
10 Comments
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