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.
AspergerPoet56
Bumped Today 2:01pm
23rd Oct 2019 5:52am
23rd Oct 2019 5:52am
Empty Spaces
There’s no home
No home for me anymore
The storm is rolling in
The bridges are burned
Battered by wrong choices
Never listened to warnings
The ill fated paths
Are haunting me now
No one to come home too
Bared walls of empty rooms
Ghosts of laughter
Are just fading echoes
The memories whisper
The mind regrets
Holding on to nothing
That makes sense
Time has gathered pace
Can’t catch up with reality
Wonder if I ever will
No guiding hand in the dark
...
No home for me anymore
The storm is rolling in
The bridges are burned
Battered by wrong choices
Never listened to warnings
The ill fated paths
Are haunting me now
No one to come home too
Bared walls of empty rooms
Ghosts of laughter
Are just fading echoes
The memories whisper
The mind regrets
Holding on to nothing
That makes sense
Time has gathered pace
Can’t catch up with reality
Wonder if I ever will
No guiding hand in the dark
...
#LifeStruggles
315 reads
3 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
Today 1:02pm
Today 1:02pm
this will be [the death of me]
there’s a nagging stench of decay
grief I cling to, entombed within
but grief is meant to be shared, isn’t it?
how many parts of me have died?
hidden inside, I collect memories
dead parts of me, mummified
I give them all a name and take
their power over me away
awake now, I lay to rest
my distress, exhale the grief
and repeat this ritual cleansing
‘til something new blooms in its place
maybe patience, or persistence
previously unknown archaic wisdoms
pretty much anything to replace ...
grief I cling to, entombed within
but grief is meant to be shared, isn’t it?
how many parts of me have died?
hidden inside, I collect memories
dead parts of me, mummified
I give them all a name and take
their power over me away
awake now, I lay to rest
my distress, exhale the grief
and repeat this ritual cleansing
‘til something new blooms in its place
maybe patience, or persistence
previously unknown archaic wisdoms
pretty much anything to replace ...
#grief
#death
#rebirth
#MentalHealth
#SelfWorth
13 reads
1 Comment
buddhakitty
Poem Published
Today 11:43am
Today 11:43am
how the days end
laying here smoking,
thinking,
forest fires in my
head,
dogs bark outside,
prayers
to God.
aging,
hand me down
fate,
dying is the
cure.
school gym locker rooms
filled with young people
never knowing
life is a long .
suicide.
the chess board
empties with
en passant,
we are all captured
by
life feeding on
us
like bacteria,
whiskey
coloured
sadness,
too late,
too late, ...
thinking,
forest fires in my
head,
dogs bark outside,
prayers
to God.
aging,
hand me down
fate,
dying is the
cure.
school gym locker rooms
filled with young people
never knowing
life is a long .
suicide.
the chess board
empties with
en passant,
we are all captured
by
life feeding on
us
like bacteria,
whiskey
coloured
sadness,
too late,
too late, ...
#death
#aging
20 reads
4 Comments
Whyme
Poem Published
Today 9:22am
Today 9:22am
Morning Ritual
The morning ritual
The air is heavy
Deep deep lung filling breaths
The scents overwhelming
The sounds, a musical orchestra
To ones ears
The sights are simple, yet,
A natural beauty, all on their own
These are the thoughts
That float aimlessly through
The empty cavern
That I foolishly call my mind
It
being vacant of anything important
Just like the missing clouds
That no longer float in
The deep deep blue filled sky
And the warm morning sun
Casting long shadows
As...
The air is heavy
Deep deep lung filling breaths
The scents overwhelming
The sounds, a musical orchestra
To ones ears
The sights are simple, yet,
A natural beauty, all on their own
These are the thoughts
That float aimlessly through
The empty cavern
That I foolishly call my mind
It
being vacant of anything important
Just like the missing clouds
That no longer float in
The deep deep blue filled sky
And the warm morning sun
Casting long shadows
As...
#inspirational
#gratitude
16 reads
2 Comments
AlisVolatPropriis8
Poem Published
Today 8:45am
Today 8:45am
The travel.
Winter in rain
Fills pen with pain.
Fills pen with pain.
#witches
#mermaids
2 reads
0 Comments
Joshsam
Poem Published
Today 8:30am
Today 8:30am
Path.
I walk the back streets. Out of view, toying with the rhythms of old and new. Thoughts bleed into my soul, highlighting many regrets. Yes, the many failed restarts and reinventions.
Sadness showcases the day around me. Its shadow warms my black heart, keeping winter chills at bay. I think I may well surrender on a day such as this.... Thats an idea worth pondering over for a few hours. Eating up the time I know I have to waste as always.
A future date that is coming faster than I could ever of imagined. As I decide what kind of music to sink into, I wonder at the sheer...
Sadness showcases the day around me. Its shadow warms my black heart, keeping winter chills at bay. I think I may well surrender on a day such as this.... Thats an idea worth pondering over for a few hours. Eating up the time I know I have to waste as always.
A future date that is coming faster than I could ever of imagined. As I decide what kind of music to sink into, I wonder at the sheer...
#sadness
#depression
#beauty
#fate
#MentalHealth
12 reads
2 Comments
Zazzles
Broom
Broom
Poem Published
Today 1:15am
Today 1:15am
Blown away
https://youtube.com/watch?v=rfdpxDhSetA Kings of Leon : Wave
Please listen while reading, thanks for looking.
Melodic music plays, igniting nostalgia
In bursts of piercing longing
for that which is unattainable
thus far in my life.
a familiar pain takes over,
I remember I love this song and
all the sadness it brings with it
It blows me away and I bleed
a little more each time I hear it
play
I choke down hard on this pain,
it makes my hands numb
I listen...
Please listen while reading, thanks for looking.
Melodic music plays, igniting nostalgia
In bursts of piercing longing
for that which is unattainable
thus far in my life.
a familiar pain takes over,
I remember I love this song and
all the sadness it brings with it
It blows me away and I bleed
a little more each time I hear it
play
I choke down hard on this pain,
it makes my hands numb
I listen...
#SelfReflection
27 reads
1 Comment
MelancholicDreamer
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:42pm
Yesterday 8:42pm
I want to
My life has no sense,
My life has no worth.
I don't do anything,
Besides eating, sleeping, suffering
Again and again!
I want to live!
I want to experience something,
No matter if it's good or bad.
I want to be able to say "I love my life,
It has a sense and I don't want it to end"
I want to live!
Even my daydreams are boring,
I've never learnt how to live,
I only know how to survive,
My boring life,
That tortues me every day!
I would prefer feeling pain of bad experiences,
Over...
My life has no worth.
I don't do anything,
Besides eating, sleeping, suffering
Again and again!
I want to live!
I want to experience something,
No matter if it's good or bad.
I want to be able to say "I love my life,
It has a sense and I don't want it to end"
I want to live!
Even my daydreams are boring,
I've never learnt how to live,
I only know how to survive,
My boring life,
That tortues me every day!
I would prefer feeling pain of bad experiences,
Over...
#sadness
#depression
#loneliness #boredom
#loneliness #boredom
26 reads
2 Comments
SultrySelina_i812
Selina
Selina
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:17pm
Yesterday 5:17pm
My Confessional Chamber
There's a place I stumbled across
Where one could go to express feelings
A place to lay your emotions down with ink
Revealing your darkest thoughts, and kinky desires
To be free to extract from the depths of the soul
And safe kept secrets that has been untold
This freedom I feel in this place of total strangers
Without any fear to share my thoughts
I made this place my confessional chamber
Where one could go to express feelings
A place to lay your emotions down with ink
Revealing your darkest thoughts, and kinky desires
To be free to extract from the depths of the soul
And safe kept secrets that has been untold
This freedom I feel in this place of total strangers
Without any fear to share my thoughts
I made this place my confessional chamber
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
38 reads
11 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:35pm
Yesterday 2:35pm
I am your Scar
Your scar
Confessional
Darkest dream
Forbidden thoughts
Hunger for sensation
Outsider
Contrarian
Renegade
Thief of hearts
Trouble
Confessional
Darkest dream
Forbidden thoughts
Hunger for sensation
Outsider
Contrarian
Renegade
Thief of hearts
Trouble
#dark
#identity
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#sexy
62 reads
14 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Ivelina
Ivelina
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:10pm
Yesterday 1:10pm
Body
I tried to fix myself. I failed. Oh,I need a guide. It's my last chance to change. I work for my thoughts. Let's play hide and seek. The purple slime you might greet. A chicken running with no head. I better leave this world. It's the only way to freedom. Please,don't hurt me. Your heart sure is tiny. My mind is getting slimy. Step back,you might stab me. Red mud on my hands. I got injured badly. You chat,but do you love me? A scar on my face,my body. An explosion so bloody. Feed me your hate,burn me. I buried my body.
#MentalHealth
17 reads
0 Comments
drone
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:52am
Yesterday 11:52am
Feeling Alive
Sometimes
My head
Hurts
Trying to remember
What it was like
To be Alive
Trying
To regain
Those Memories
When
My eyes
were wide
To the Possibilities
Of Adventure
Of Learning to be
A little wise
Learning
From my Mistakes
That I now
Wilfully
Hide
Listening
To the Whispering
That tells Me
Life is better
When I don't
Think
My head
Hurts
Trying to remember
What it was like
To be Alive
Trying
To regain
Those Memories
When
My eyes
were wide
To the Possibilities
Of Adventure
Of Learning to be
A little wise
Learning
From my Mistakes
That I now
Wilfully
Hide
Listening
To the Whispering
That tells Me
Life is better
When I don't
Think
#honesty
13 reads
0 Comments
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