Self Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
LennyBlue
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 1:38pm
19th Nov 2024 1:38pm
I’m Going To Die of Lung Cancer
Woke up dreams in my head
I didn't realize I was dead.
In the dream, I was three,
Why’s that lady touching me?
Then i was a eight years old,
blood dripping in dirty white snow.
Laying on Doctor Dubins table,
Stiching my nose, staying quite stable.
At thirteen became a man,
Parents fighting, couldn't understand.
Dad walks out it was winter,
He would never come back for mom’s dinner.
Made it into an art high school,
Played harmonica , felt so cool.
Loved girls, but they didnt love me,
Played my music felt lonely. ...
I didn't realize I was dead.
In the dream, I was three,
Why’s that lady touching me?
Then i was a eight years old,
blood dripping in dirty white snow.
Laying on Doctor Dubins table,
Stiching my nose, staying quite stable.
At thirteen became a man,
Parents fighting, couldn't understand.
Dad walks out it was winter,
He would never come back for mom’s dinner.
Made it into an art high school,
Played harmonica , felt so cool.
Loved girls, but they didnt love me,
Played my music felt lonely. ...
#abuse
#cancer
#death
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
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1 Comment
adagio
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 1:29pm
19th Nov 2024 1:29pm
Imagination or Dreams
Imagination or dreams and illusions of souls in flight
and voices where they don't belong. Fairytales of
kings and queens and making wishes beyond our
reach, closing my eyes, and gleaning lessons from
poetry and books, and in silence, be whoever I want
to be.
and voices where they don't belong. Fairytales of
kings and queens and making wishes beyond our
reach, closing my eyes, and gleaning lessons from
poetry and books, and in silence, be whoever I want
to be.
#dreams
#philosophical
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oskar
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 1:21pm
19th Nov 2024 1:21pm
shore leave (edited)
A boy and shore leave
The 15 years old boy was standing on the poop deck of an old tank ship
late at night, looking up at the millions of stars over
The Red Sea.
His job was to clean pots and pans in the galley ruled over by a cook
who hated the world and everybody in it.
The boy had tried to sit in the mess hall where older seamen
sat, drinking coffee and playing cards, but they had made fun of him
saying he looked like a girl the way he folded his arms.
His left nibble was swollen when he pressed on the nipple, white ...
The 15 years old boy was standing on the poop deck of an old tank ship
late at night, looking up at the millions of stars over
The Red Sea.
His job was to clean pots and pans in the galley ruled over by a cook
who hated the world and everybody in it.
The boy had tried to sit in the mess hall where older seamen
sat, drinking coffee and playing cards, but they had made fun of him
saying he looked like a girl the way he folded his arms.
His left nibble was swollen when he pressed on the nipple, white ...
#courage
#emotions
#gratitude
#kindness
#motivational
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Everavalon
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 12:27pm
19th Nov 2024 12:27pm
Idling my time
Knowing you’re unwanted is a prickly sensation.
There lay thorns at every corner; blades dig at every turn. My path, riddled with holes.
The world my mother molded for me left an odorous hue. Dense, all encompassing. The murk often blinded my eyes from finding an escape through her fissures— lined of loneliness and retraction, where her glimmer was intermittent at best.
The voice my mother left for me narrates her vibe as detached and selfish. Her crooked lips, up slightly to one side, painted her mouth in a perpetual smirk. Her grimace hid the baggage of her own...
There lay thorns at every corner; blades dig at every turn. My path, riddled with holes.
The world my mother molded for me left an odorous hue. Dense, all encompassing. The murk often blinded my eyes from finding an escape through her fissures— lined of loneliness and retraction, where her glimmer was intermittent at best.
The voice my mother left for me narrates her vibe as detached and selfish. Her crooked lips, up slightly to one side, painted her mouth in a perpetual smirk. Her grimace hid the baggage of her own...
#dark
51 reads
7 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 10:58am
19th Nov 2024 10:58am
Stars
In the night sky's vast incandescence.
Stars whisper secrets of wind presence.
Dreams ignite with hopeful persistence.
Guiding hearts with gentle fluorescence.
Stars whisper secrets of wind presence.
Dreams ignite with hopeful persistence.
Guiding hearts with gentle fluorescence.
#anxiety
#dreams
#night
#stars
#storm
35 reads
6 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 7:04am
19th Nov 2024 7:04am
Killing Time
As fatal as a game of Russian Roulette
High speed velocity shot from a cannon
Behind the wheel of my prized Corvette
Humming along to the spirt of Rhiannon
Adrenaline junkie with a need for speed
Passing all other cars along the highway
Success in life happens when in the lead
Killing time with my small-block Chevrolet
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2024
High speed velocity shot from a cannon
Behind the wheel of my prized Corvette
Humming along to the spirt of Rhiannon
Adrenaline junkie with a need for speed
Passing all other cars along the highway
Success in life happens when in the lead
Killing time with my small-block Chevrolet
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2024
#cars
65 reads
15 Comments
Alois_inwriting02
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 5:35am
19th Nov 2024 5:35am
el Corrido de una joven Pendejo
A hurricane of hatred;
naïve, indignant rebellion left
what's left
high and
dry— stranded on a foggy
sea.
An all consuming misery
without vector.
barely surviving on a
dwindling,
rationed hope of concinnity.
I lie asleep yet in ever crescendoing
conscious agony.
Head now spinning,
ensnared in a web of my own
spinning.
Refuges of repose turned stale;
sterile with the spinning of the
world.
Warm, disorienting prison
edified upon shifting sands stands,
still.
...
naïve, indignant rebellion left
what's left
high and
dry— stranded on a foggy
sea.
An all consuming misery
without vector.
barely surviving on a
dwindling,
rationed hope of concinnity.
I lie asleep yet in ever crescendoing
conscious agony.
Head now spinning,
ensnared in a web of my own
spinning.
Refuges of repose turned stale;
sterile with the spinning of the
world.
Warm, disorienting prison
edified upon shifting sands stands,
still.
...
#bittersweet
#escape
#fate #temptation
#fate #temptation
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Koulouri
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 1:25am
19th Nov 2024 1:25am
And Sometimes It Rains
I've come to relish the moments I am sickly.
This is not to say that I enjoy being sick.
I think,
those are times when I feel the most I have felt.
That moment,
right after the bile hits the back of the bin.
I feel alive.
I feel real.
I am reminded that bad things are followed by good.
And all my thoughts,
And all my actions,
never mattered,
because they finally brought me here,
to this moment,
where I am curled up,
on the bathroom's tile floor,
the coolness battling the...
This is not to say that I enjoy being sick.
I think,
those are times when I feel the most I have felt.
That moment,
right after the bile hits the back of the bin.
I feel alive.
I feel real.
I am reminded that bad things are followed by good.
And all my thoughts,
And all my actions,
never mattered,
because they finally brought me here,
to this moment,
where I am curled up,
on the bathroom's tile floor,
the coolness battling the...
#healing
#illness
#LifeStruggles #rain
#LifeStruggles #rain
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Koulouri
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 00:59am
19th Nov 2024 00:59am
Stuffing and Fabric
My childhood drags on the ground
behind me
like an old stuffed animal,
torm and dirty.
My little hand holds
tightly onto it,
scared of what happens
if I let go.
And yet it pains me,
to know that it is there,
to know that I keep something
well past its time.
So I do not look,
except for blurry glances,
because I need to know
that it's there.
behind me
like an old stuffed animal,
torm and dirty.
My little hand holds
tightly onto it,
scared of what happens
if I let go.
And yet it pains me,
to know that it is there,
to know that I keep something
well past its time.
So I do not look,
except for blurry glances,
because I need to know
that it's there.
#abuse
#childhood
#fear #PersonalGrowth
#fear #PersonalGrowth
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1 Comment
xthan
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 11:23pm
18th Nov 2024 11:23pm
Poly-zilla
She says she doesn't get polyamory
and I return back to reading just me,
just me at the tender age of six by
Silverstein as a curious little creature.
How I rolled my eyes getting older
hearing myself getting called
a home wreck or a fuck boy,
I would imagine myself growing
tall, stomping around restaurants
shoving human beings down the
well of my throat in one go
FYI: i'm not Poly-zilla.
So I asked her, how do you feel
when the sun begins to shine?
then she proceeded to tell...
and I return back to reading just me,
just me at the tender age of six by
Silverstein as a curious little creature.
How I rolled my eyes getting older
hearing myself getting called
a home wreck or a fuck boy,
I would imagine myself growing
tall, stomping around restaurants
shoving human beings down the
well of my throat in one go
FYI: i'm not Poly-zilla.
So I asked her, how do you feel
when the sun begins to shine?
then she proceeded to tell...
#LGBT
#polyamory
#relationships
45 reads
1 Comment
John_Ross_Stark
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 10:03pm
18th Nov 2024 10:03pm
Elpis
It was when outside
It was a torrid evening
But inside you had the chill,
And not even the flames of hell
Would have been enough
To warm your soul.
When sitting
By the sea
Drinking vodka
Surrounded by a crowd
And feeling tremendously alone,
You no longer looked at the horizon,
But at the bottom of the glass,
And seeing your reflection
You wondered since when
You had that lost gaze.
It was there, at the bottom of that glass,
That Elpis gave you
The spark in the darkness,
The North Star
In the...
It was a torrid evening
But inside you had the chill,
And not even the flames of hell
Would have been enough
To warm your soul.
When sitting
By the sea
Drinking vodka
Surrounded by a crowd
And feeling tremendously alone,
You no longer looked at the horizon,
But at the bottom of the glass,
And seeing your reflection
You wondered since when
You had that lost gaze.
It was there, at the bottom of that glass,
That Elpis gave you
The spark in the darkness,
The North Star
In the...
#emptiness
#grief
#hope
#loneliness
#spiritual
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3 Comments
Her
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 8:16pm
18th Nov 2024 8:16pm
The Last Woman Standing
I threw your indifference into the river
Watched it float on sabotaged dreams
Then sink, chained to the anchor of my despair
I blamed you for…everything
Digested your false regret, redemption
As if it were my last supper
It was illogical where my mind took us
What was once love became rage
My need to destroy you, to destroy the image of us, was blind fury
Beware the woman made aware
The blood of our sins soaked my wild mane
I sheared it in defiance
My fists, a barrage of justified truths, assaulted...
Watched it float on sabotaged dreams
Then sink, chained to the anchor of my despair
I blamed you for…everything
Digested your false regret, redemption
As if it were my last supper
It was illogical where my mind took us
What was once love became rage
My need to destroy you, to destroy the image of us, was blind fury
Beware the woman made aware
The blood of our sins soaked my wild mane
I sheared it in defiance
My fists, a barrage of justified truths, assaulted...
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness
#strength
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21 Comments
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