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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.
Sterling7147
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Poem Published
Today 3:44pm
Today 3:44pm
In so many ways...
It always feels the same. The aching.
It always feels like the slow drip of your soul as it leaves your body in the form of broken ideals.
In so many ways, I want to be clean of this.
This desire for someone else to love me.
In so many ways I crave the fire and the passion of someone to anger me,
destroy my monotony.
Wreck my precariously constructed peace.
Take one by one all the last fragments of me...
I don't want them anymore.
In so many ways I crave solitude,
a grey blue dawn with steam rising from a sequestered pond, ...
It always feels like the slow drip of your soul as it leaves your body in the form of broken ideals.
In so many ways, I want to be clean of this.
This desire for someone else to love me.
In so many ways I crave the fire and the passion of someone to anger me,
destroy my monotony.
Wreck my precariously constructed peace.
Take one by one all the last fragments of me...
I don't want them anymore.
In so many ways I crave solitude,
a grey blue dawn with steam rising from a sequestered pond, ...
#frustration
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
Today 3:40pm
Today 3:40pm
chinese food
comforting.... laying back, on lonely nights, tv light..quite satisfied; the presentation of fried rice/lo mein in a red inked box design, sometimes....
packaged flavored chicken bites-seasome, plain, oranged slice; beverage of one's choice nearby....
chinese food will always have a special place in my heart ....
packaged flavored chicken bites-seasome, plain, oranged slice; beverage of one's choice nearby....
chinese food will always have a special place in my heart ....
#food
#MentalHealth
#escape
13 reads
Taylor65
Poem Published
Today 3:31pm
Today 3:31pm
Jolly by Golly
There is Xmas, then there is Xmas—
each birthed from differences
and responsibilities.
Earth pounds beneath you to love
like this you must be punished
to appreciate hurting this way.
Two thousand odd years—
whose logic is this?
Winter comes, oils your skin,
and maybe it would come without Xmas,
but you are afraid what would happen
without you.
Besides, living is necessary. It keeps things
as they should be.
each birthed from differences
and responsibilities.
Earth pounds beneath you to love
like this you must be punished
to appreciate hurting this way.
Two thousand odd years—
whose logic is this?
Winter comes, oils your skin,
and maybe it would come without Xmas,
but you are afraid what would happen
without you.
Besides, living is necessary. It keeps things
as they should be.
#holiday
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
Today 3:11pm
Today 3:11pm
poem compilation
some days, there was instinctive concentration; other days were like sleep deprivation;
some days, were like there's something there-but couldn't fill the spaces; so i wrote with great impatience;
some days, i purged my urges like sunk teeth in steak, potatoes and some scrambled eggs whipped;
some days i couldn't take it-let my writing run through pages pass fatigued yet still engaging-with the "goal" to make a statement; even though i should have waited ....
if i read each poem, I've written and...
some days, were like there's something there-but couldn't fill the spaces; so i wrote with great impatience;
some days, i purged my urges like sunk teeth in steak, potatoes and some scrambled eggs whipped;
some days i couldn't take it-let my writing run through pages pass fatigued yet still engaging-with the "goal" to make a statement; even though i should have waited ....
if i read each poem, I've written and...
#WritersBlock
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
Today 2:20pm
Today 2:20pm
Ashes Of Trust
I was lying in the dump. Surrounded by trash and junk.
Then, you picked me in your arms.
My heart fluttered, I felt loved.
Then, you threw me out in the street.
Keeping your real opinion a secret.
I said I love you,and told you to keep it.
With a smirk,you always hid it. I'm crying blood,I can't believe it.
I was naive,and so that's how you see it.
I was so stupid,I say it now. I heard the wolf inside you howl.
You were just looking for a prey.
Have a feast,and call it a day.
What a fun game you decided to play. ...
Then, you picked me in your arms.
My heart fluttered, I felt loved.
Then, you threw me out in the street.
Keeping your real opinion a secret.
I said I love you,and told you to keep it.
With a smirk,you always hid it. I'm crying blood,I can't believe it.
I was naive,and so that's how you see it.
I was so stupid,I say it now. I heard the wolf inside you howl.
You were just looking for a prey.
Have a feast,and call it a day.
What a fun game you decided to play. ...
#lies
#betrayal
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Her
Bumped Today 3:22am
5th Oct 2022 9:15pm
5th Oct 2022 9:15pm
I Don’t Always Reply
I don’t often respond
Sometimes my thoughts abscond
But I want to savor your words
Everything that I’ve heard
Belongs right where it is
Prepared me for this
Living my dream
Not always quite as it seems
Appreciate the space
See the smile on my face
No longer in the rat race
The comments I embrace
The respect can’t be replaced
Not each poem is aced
But that’s okay
For me today
Sometimes my thoughts abscond
But I want to savor your words
Everything that I’ve heard
Belongs right where it is
Prepared me for this
Living my dream
Not always quite as it seems
Appreciate the space
See the smile on my face
No longer in the rat race
The comments I embrace
The respect can’t be replaced
Not each poem is aced
But that’s okay
For me today
#happiness
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #respect
#WritingPoetry #respect
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2 Comments
paperstains
Bumped Today 3:07am
28th Oct 2022 11:02am
28th Oct 2022 11:02am
I've Forgotten How to Feel on Paper
Poems write themselves
while I'm in the car
or taking a shower
lines and rhymes flicker
at the edges in half-sleep
But when I have pen in hand
or keys under fingertips
the will and the words evaporate
seek the safety of ether
reject the solidity of black and white
while I'm in the car
or taking a shower
lines and rhymes flicker
at the edges in half-sleep
But when I have pen in hand
or keys under fingertips
the will and the words evaporate
seek the safety of ether
reject the solidity of black and white
#WritingPoetry
#healing
172 reads
12 Comments
A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
Today 1:10am
Today 1:10am
Beautiful Lady
Everything I want to do, I can hear someone
Whispering, telling me I shouldn’t
One moment of pleasure and it’s all over
Beautiful lady, run for your life
Whispering, telling me I shouldn’t
One moment of pleasure and it’s all over
Beautiful lady, run for your life
#FeelingLost
#SelfDiscovery
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:29pm
Yesterday 11:29pm
slow poke
still working on getting
over a broken hip
using a cane now
( the walkers been
shelved)
going out,
doing a little
shopping,
visiting,
working
some
most people have
been
mindful,
even kind
holding doors
open,
offering to see me
down steps
I apologise for moving
so slow
but slow is the best I
can do
but it sure beats
being dead
and not moving
at all
...
over a broken hip
using a cane now
( the walkers been
shelved)
going out,
doing a little
shopping,
visiting,
working
some
most people have
been
mindful,
even kind
holding doors
open,
offering to see me
down steps
I apologise for moving
so slow
but slow is the best I
can do
but it sure beats
being dead
and not moving
at all
...
#illness
#vulnerability
29 reads
12 Comments
dfwtinman
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:53pm
Yesterday 6:53pm
Electroconvulsive Therapy
Spying exits, I contemplate my escape
as my wheelchair winds its way from
the ICU to the fifth floor psych ward.
I'm promised three meals a day,
served on trays that bear my name
(a name ostensibly Top Secret on this floor).
Next comes the forced sharing of painful
memories with other imperfect strangers.
A game played if we hope win our release.
Yet, there's no percentage in this slow attrition.
I go "All In" for the Gold Standard Treatment, ECT.
IV in place, I can't help but think about McMurphy,
locked...
as my wheelchair winds its way from
the ICU to the fifth floor psych ward.
I'm promised three meals a day,
served on trays that bear my name
(a name ostensibly Top Secret on this floor).
Next comes the forced sharing of painful
memories with other imperfect strangers.
A game played if we hope win our release.
Yet, there's no percentage in this slow attrition.
I go "All In" for the Gold Standard Treatment, ECT.
IV in place, I can't help but think about McMurphy,
locked...
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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Dreamboy
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:14pm
Yesterday 6:14pm
Drift
Confusing
abusive
your memory's curved
and it turns into
a useless disadvantage
Shots fired from miles away
but the impact hits
in the guest bedroom.
Such a fool for the things
we can't let go of
And the boat rocks
but our hearts drift away
until we sink
abusive
your memory's curved
and it turns into
a useless disadvantage
Shots fired from miles away
but the impact hits
in the guest bedroom.
Such a fool for the things
we can't let go of
And the boat rocks
but our hearts drift away
until we sink
#dark
#sea
#snow
10 reads
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Her
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:04pm
Yesterday 6:04pm
Run Like The Wind
Run I will
When taking these pills
Heals me
And I become debris free
Let go of suffering
Strength buffering
The pain
Again
So I can run like the wind
When taking these pills
Heals me
And I become debris free
Let go of suffering
Strength buffering
The pain
Again
So I can run like the wind
#strength
#hope
#myself #determination
#myself #determination
35 reads
6 Comments
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