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.
diddi
Poem Published
Today 10:46pm
Today 10:46pm
The Inner Big Cat In Me
You evoke
the feline in me
my horoscope's alive
Leo's real
the big cat so proud
who prowls, with agility
he purrs as we do sleep
content, hell bent
and strong with sharp
white teeth
I walk with you , I belong
along with prestine
on my own, I lose the tone
I feel but can't be seen
you bring the big cat out
out in me .
the feline in me
my horoscope's alive
Leo's real
the big cat so proud
who prowls, with agility
he purrs as we do sleep
content, hell bent
and strong with sharp
white teeth
I walk with you , I belong
along with prestine
on my own, I lose the tone
I feel but can't be seen
you bring the big cat out
out in me .
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Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
Today 9:20pm
Today 9:20pm
Influenced
You say you love me
Look after me with care
My best examples
Falling into sinful snares
You say "no judging"
Forget where you've been
Don't worry about it
It'll never happen again
But there's no hiding
I cannot escape
You're still an influence
And I've chosen my fate
Look after me with care
My best examples
Falling into sinful snares
You say "no judging"
Forget where you've been
Don't worry about it
It'll never happen again
But there's no hiding
I cannot escape
You're still an influence
And I've chosen my fate
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rosegold
Poem Published
Today 9:02pm
Today 9:02pm
Reliable
Reliable
Responsible
I am reliable
I say in the
mirror, before my
interview.
I almost
almost
believe it
Next morning
Sunday
I lay sleeping while
my ride waits
outside
my door
and leaves
finally
without me
Wake up in a panic
confused
where's my alarm?
Checking my phone
dammit
How long did he
wait?
I'm so
reliable
...Not.
The next day, I can't even get off the floor.
Responsible
I am reliable
I say in the
mirror, before my
interview.
I almost
almost
believe it
Next morning
Sunday
I lay sleeping while
my ride waits
outside
my door
and leaves
finally
without me
Wake up in a panic
confused
where's my alarm?
Checking my phone
dammit
How long did he
wait?
I'm so
reliable
...Not.
The next day, I can't even get off the floor.
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etherial_ink
Poem Published
Today 8:21pm
Today 8:21pm
Empty Hands
I am powerless
and I feel how you are too.
Our hands
are empty.
We have nothing to give
but a tired shrug,
when they expect us
to be soaring up high.
We'll never be
what they want to see.
Never be
what we used to dream.
So let's go down,
find us a warm place
and use this empty hands
to dig us our graves.
and I feel how you are too.
Our hands
are empty.
We have nothing to give
but a tired shrug,
when they expect us
to be soaring up high.
We'll never be
what they want to see.
Never be
what we used to dream.
So let's go down,
find us a warm place
and use this empty hands
to dig us our graves.
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etherial_ink
Poem Published
Today 8:09pm
Today 8:09pm
she-wolf
without knocking,
without warning,
she is back again.
came crashing through the door.
her awful presence,
her hungry teeth,
the heavy air,
too late to run.
entered, without a knock
already jumped
already struck me, pinned me
to the ground.
I cannot stop her
from greedily feeding
on my chest.
knifelike teeth,
iron claws
get stuck in me.
get stuck in me again.
without warning,
she is back again.
came crashing through the door.
her awful presence,
her hungry teeth,
the heavy air,
too late to run.
entered, without a knock
already jumped
already struck me, pinned me
to the ground.
I cannot stop her
from greedily feeding
on my chest.
knifelike teeth,
iron claws
get stuck in me.
get stuck in me again.
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beanbandit
word soup
word soup
Poem Published
Today 6:07pm
Today 6:07pm
Forgive me
I am the infinite
Forgive me if I'm sick of it
My throat vomits a little bit
So I turn my head and spit to rinse
I try to meditate to fix the grit
But when I sit I shit and piss
I hate the smell like licorice
But dip my finger in and take a lick
Ugh
Disgusting prints
Fuck it I've become indifferent
The flavors like the sun so I dive in
But I am Icarus
Falling and I'm spinning sense
In to a form of ignorance
And you can have some too
I learned from you just what forgiveness is
As the impact meets me with a...
Forgive me if I'm sick of it
My throat vomits a little bit
So I turn my head and spit to rinse
I try to meditate to fix the grit
But when I sit I shit and piss
I hate the smell like licorice
But dip my finger in and take a lick
Ugh
Disgusting prints
Fuck it I've become indifferent
The flavors like the sun so I dive in
But I am Icarus
Falling and I'm spinning sense
In to a form of ignorance
And you can have some too
I learned from you just what forgiveness is
As the impact meets me with a...
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jim_carreys_lawyer
Poem Published
Today 5:53pm
Today 5:53pm
Life and perspective
Many of people are paranoid
even without smoking weed
As long as I'm in no physical pain
people shouldn't assume I'm suffering
even without smoking weed
As long as I'm in no physical pain
people shouldn't assume I'm suffering
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KittyFromHell
Poem Published
Today 4:08pm
Today 4:08pm
Get It Together, Woman!
You finally have the loving family that you've always wanted
But you long for the parties accompanied by shallow friendships?
Get it together, woman!
You have a man that loves you and puts nothing above you
But you wonder about the strangers in the night?
Get it together, woman!
You have a beautiful little girl that has become your whole world
But you fantasize how life would be without her?
Get it together, woman!
You have less than some, but more than others
But all you can focus on is "should have, would have, could have"?
Get it...
But you long for the parties accompanied by shallow friendships?
Get it together, woman!
You have a man that loves you and puts nothing above you
But you wonder about the strangers in the night?
Get it together, woman!
You have a beautiful little girl that has become your whole world
But you fantasize how life would be without her?
Get it together, woman!
You have less than some, but more than others
But all you can focus on is "should have, would have, could have"?
Get it...
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thelovepoet
Poem Published
Today 1:37pm
Today 1:37pm
Happiness
Happiness couldn't be
much more than
wonderful memories
some peace and quiet
to sit around while you
are remembering them
much more than
wonderful memories
some peace and quiet
to sit around while you
are remembering them
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FromTheAsh
Poem Published
Today 1:01pm
Today 1:01pm
trimming the edges
she eyes me
with brutal appraisal
parts of me curl inward
skittering on twisted limbs
seeking escape from her penetrating gaze
but my spine stands defiant
unrepentant
refusing to lower eyes
waiting for the cold feel of cauterizing steel
as she cuts out another slice
more debris
deadfall
she will carefully excise
breath held against the pain
unbending beneath repeated strain
knowing
when the bleeding stops and the throbbing eases
it will be so much easier to breathe
Copyright © 2017 FromTheAsh. All...
with brutal appraisal
parts of me curl inward
skittering on twisted limbs
seeking escape from her penetrating gaze
but my spine stands defiant
unrepentant
refusing to lower eyes
waiting for the cold feel of cauterizing steel
as she cuts out another slice
more debris
deadfall
she will carefully excise
breath held against the pain
unbending beneath repeated strain
knowing
when the bleeding stops and the throbbing eases
it will be so much easier to breathe
Copyright © 2017 FromTheAsh. All...
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thelovepoet
Poem Published
Today 12:25pm
Today 12:25pm
The Deer Hunters
I wish the Indians who lived in the USA
before they were exterminated could
see the deer hunters who hunt wild game
in the USA today...they would have felt
very sad and prayed for them...because
even in the day of the Indian...
the deer hunters with their high powered
rifles hunting license and all the other crap
they use...the deer hunters of today
would have starved to death...their poor
woman would have perished with them
the deer hunters sitting in the branches
of the trees in their deer stands get very
nervous and they...
before they were exterminated could
see the deer hunters who hunt wild game
in the USA today...they would have felt
very sad and prayed for them...because
even in the day of the Indian...
the deer hunters with their high powered
rifles hunting license and all the other crap
they use...the deer hunters of today
would have starved to death...their poor
woman would have perished with them
the deer hunters sitting in the branches
of the trees in their deer stands get very
nervous and they...
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Kexby
Poem Published
Today 11:59am
Today 11:59am
Slow August
Slow dawn climbs the trees a
morning breeze silent as the light,
whispers through rows of stubble
in next-door fields glowing silent,
gold, metalic,in the cold slow light .
Nestlings crowd in wicker baskets,
parents take an early search before
their siblings wake, demanding grubs.
the whole day through.
Slow, once more evening takes
the light, a gentle breeze
blows away clouds,darker now
with threats of rain. August,slow
waits...
morning breeze silent as the light,
whispers through rows of stubble
in next-door fields glowing silent,
gold, metalic,in the cold slow light .
Nestlings crowd in wicker baskets,
parents take an early search before
their siblings wake, demanding grubs.
the whole day through.
Slow, once more evening takes
the light, a gentle breeze
blows away clouds,darker now
with threats of rain. August,slow
waits...
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Self Poems