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.
Stanhoven
Poem Published
Today 6:05pm
Today 6:05pm
Scared, Lost, Alone
Scared, lost, alone
Feeling my way blind here in dark
The light is so blinding in my eyes
My heart beats for a vision of you
This dark fog chokes back these tears
Scared, lost, alone
Slipping as I hang on, the wind and the rain tear at my soul
A life thrown against the rocks, time and time again
Time her wick burns down
Love, love, lust of life, lust, love for her
She burns in my mind
My tears dry thru the night
Finding a tomorrow after tomorrow
Scared,
...
Feeling my way blind here in dark
The light is so blinding in my eyes
My heart beats for a vision of you
This dark fog chokes back these tears
Scared, lost, alone
Slipping as I hang on, the wind and the rain tear at my soul
A life thrown against the rocks, time and time again
Time her wick burns down
Love, love, lust of life, lust, love for her
She burns in my mind
My tears dry thru the night
Finding a tomorrow after tomorrow
Scared,
...
#dark
#emptiness
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
Today 5:27pm
Today 5:27pm
I Was That Of Which Ne'er I E'er To Had Been (nor Was )
Lordy me ! Howlong had(th) it be
since
I used to be
i Used to be
i used To Be.............................what
I used to
be ?
What be did I used to be anywee?
Like'like alike(n'ed) to some
grand
effervescent
bro-mide
...
since
I used to be
i Used to be
i used To Be.............................what
I used to
be ?
What be did I used to be anywee?
Like'like alike(n'ed) to some
grand
effervescent
bro-mide
...
#sex
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#sexy
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
Today 12:32pm
Today 12:32pm
The bashful one
that bashful awkward boy from elementary school still exists in me; I doubt he will ever fully go away....it shields only to deeply kill me....
#anxiety
#loneliness
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
16 reads
0 Comments
KenkeiJhones
Poem Published
Today 10:56am
Today 10:56am
Love lost, not really
#MovingOn
12 reads
0 Comments
SoulzGirl69
Poem Published
Today 10:28am
Today 10:28am
My dreams
I fell asleep
With you in my
Dreams already
Hoping to get a kiss goodnight
I woke up
Searching for you
Next to me
Wanting a morning kiss
A tear down my cheek
My sleepy green eyes
Grateful, at least
I have you, in my dreams
With you in my
Dreams already
Hoping to get a kiss goodnight
I woke up
Searching for you
Next to me
Wanting a morning kiss
A tear down my cheek
My sleepy green eyes
Grateful, at least
I have you, in my dreams
#loneliness
#emptiness
34 reads
15 Comments
Her_sunshine
Poem Published
Today 6:24am
Today 6:24am
To keep me happy
A lie hung on the line
A scar on my wrist
a weak prison yet
a comforting place to rest
The head sags, the dripping crown.
Bent low like a broken man
when he knows he's beat yet
stumbles on to loathe
A woman he misses
Who shakes his chains
And topples his sullen throne
I wear it often
too much in fact
to keep me happy
When I'm missing you
A habit that grew
through
and
through...
A scar on my wrist
a weak prison yet
a comforting place to rest
The head sags, the dripping crown.
Bent low like a broken man
when he knows he's beat yet
stumbles on to loathe
A woman he misses
Who shakes his chains
And topples his sullen throne
I wear it often
too much in fact
to keep me happy
When I'm missing you
A habit that grew
through
and
through...
#FeelingLost
27 reads
2 Comments
A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
Today 1:55am
Today 1:55am
Free
Once I was hated
Tortured daily by my fear
Today, I am free
Tortured daily by my fear
Today, I am free
#strength
#hope
#inspirational
#haiku
#emotional
17 reads
1 Comment
UnhopefulHopes
Poem Published
Today 1:45am
Today 1:45am
Here I am Agen Then Gone
Theres a dark corner some were in my head
In a dark place on Du
This is were i am.... I think...
I come here to think or perhaps just to feel
I.... I think im for gotten... Or maybe just dead
Here I am... Like i say one tomany times.
Here I breath... out of dulling monotony
I have grown in to somthing. This feels so odd
No.... My mind is still not clear and no... Im not happy.
I hate my jobs that bores me to death. And i still dont trully know who I am
I remember when I would come here. To feel better and smile
I remember when my poems...
In a dark place on Du
This is were i am.... I think...
I come here to think or perhaps just to feel
I.... I think im for gotten... Or maybe just dead
Here I am... Like i say one tomany times.
Here I breath... out of dulling monotony
I have grown in to somthing. This feels so odd
No.... My mind is still not clear and no... Im not happy.
I hate my jobs that bores me to death. And i still dont trully know who I am
I remember when I would come here. To feel better and smile
I remember when my poems...
#anxiety
#frustration
#despair
#emptiness
#apathy
13 reads
1 Comment
ClearmindedVillain
Poem Published
Today 1:11am
Today 1:11am
Invisible Sweat
Being young forever is how I stubbornly imagine things.
Mind taunts me to learn daily.
Things weigh heavy on the body forcing it to mold.
Mind taunts me to learn daily.
Things weigh heavy on the body forcing it to mold.
#motivational
8 reads
1 Comment
JuvenileDelinquent
Poem Published
Today 1:09am
Today 1:09am
Death by emotions
I am suicidal.
I do think of my self as a nice guy
I do care for my family and all that nice guy stuff.
the demon in my mind had to cut the last string that holded all that kept me sane. Now whats left is that twisted me.
I was always a yes man.
Yea man. yes. Yeah.
But now I can't fake my smile. The smile was that what made me an alright guy.
Dont worry all this just made me a madman.
I do think of my self as a nice guy
I do care for my family and all that nice guy stuff.
the demon in my mind had to cut the last string that holded all that kept me sane. Now whats left is that twisted me.
I was always a yes man.
Yea man. yes. Yeah.
But now I can't fake my smile. The smile was that what made me an alright guy.
Dont worry all this just made me a madman.
#sadness
#loneliness
#rejection
#dark
#despair
14 reads
oldgolfer
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:54pm
Yesterday 11:54pm
Some Days It Is Too Much
Sometimes, it is too much.
Why is that I didn’t cry
when my parents were lowered into the ground,
but the smallest thing, now, makes me weep?
Why is it, when I close my eyes,
I am urged forward, drawn
to another place?
I am worried where that place might be.
There is floating, then a sense of being lifted.
Forward.
To a new place.
The only way out is force of will.
Some mornings,
I want only to cry –
Until it is all gone.
All the stuff I can’t explain.
The stuff that sits on your soul. ...
Why is that I didn’t cry
when my parents were lowered into the ground,
but the smallest thing, now, makes me weep?
Why is it, when I close my eyes,
I am urged forward, drawn
to another place?
I am worried where that place might be.
There is floating, then a sense of being lifted.
Forward.
To a new place.
The only way out is force of will.
Some mornings,
I want only to cry –
Until it is all gone.
All the stuff I can’t explain.
The stuff that sits on your soul. ...
#grief
16 reads
4 Comments
IHate_BlackEye
Chuymonster
Chuymonster
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:50pm
Yesterday 10:50pm
Home lessons on Portland benches
Home is where the heart can rest and help the mind unwind from stress
My home lessons on bench’s taught me life’s least concern is chasing waterfalls and the love of falls inside a chest
In PDX winters moist with heavy gusts that soaked my cloths, shoes and most my toes, I grew blisters after walking 4 block every other hour because I awoke shivering and shaking like
Parkinson’s disease
Unfortunately over a dozen died asleep becoming so numb that by the time they awakened it’s to late, their fate is sealed paralyzing every muscle except the eyes to see...
My home lessons on bench’s taught me life’s least concern is chasing waterfalls and the love of falls inside a chest
In PDX winters moist with heavy gusts that soaked my cloths, shoes and most my toes, I grew blisters after walking 4 block every other hour because I awoke shivering and shaking like
Parkinson’s disease
Unfortunately over a dozen died asleep becoming so numb that by the time they awakened it’s to late, their fate is sealed paralyzing every muscle except the eyes to see...
#death
#LifeStruggles
#homelessness
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
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