Self Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
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Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
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missjem56
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 00:13am
1st Dec 2024 00:13am
Trans Reindeers With The Hump
Tis now the eve of december
A time to remember
NOT to watch tv
Avoid christmas ads, and emails
If anyone brings christmas into any conversation
Grunt audibly, then say "bah humbug!"
Then wander off, grumbling incoherently
Ironic that the first santa
Came to us from 11th century Turkey
Sounds like he was hatched!
Turkey, and santa, are you kidding me?
When santa lived in Turkey, he had no reindeer
And managed without for over 600 hundred years
Perhaps he used camels instead
Imagine six camels soaring into the night...
A time to remember
NOT to watch tv
Avoid christmas ads, and emails
If anyone brings christmas into any conversation
Grunt audibly, then say "bah humbug!"
Then wander off, grumbling incoherently
Ironic that the first santa
Came to us from 11th century Turkey
Sounds like he was hatched!
Turkey, and santa, are you kidding me?
When santa lived in Turkey, he had no reindeer
And managed without for over 600 hundred years
Perhaps he used camels instead
Imagine six camels soaring into the night...
#Christmas
#funny
#parody
#satirical
#surreal
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Everavalon
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 11:31pm
30th Nov 2024 11:31pm
The pearl
Perpetual moments of smoulder fills my vessel with a constant smoke. The grey behind this vision is murky with obscure sediment smothering my perception. Sadness, despair; an excursion of amplified impression. I am justified in this plunder of mirth that was once the foundation that soothed me.
In loneliness, my mind had become valiant with austerity. I was the stern that upended the bow. I was the silence in the lighthouse on temperate nights. I was the heckle in the crowd at your theatre plays. I could be anyone then, so long as I was dismissive. I was callous and hardened; as...
In loneliness, my mind had become valiant with austerity. I was the stern that upended the bow. I was the silence in the lighthouse on temperate nights. I was the heckle in the crowd at your theatre plays. I could be anyone then, so long as I was dismissive. I was callous and hardened; as...
#SelfReflection
46 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 9:26pm
30th Nov 2024 9:26pm
6 am
..loneliness is a sandcastle of hollowed time
catching up with the dawn of my obsession
intoxicating my soul with rhum and coffee
listening to emptiness on a radio whispering
from the gentle side for insomniacs at 6 am
wandering lonely through unfiltered tears
intoxicating my soul with rhum and coffee
catching up with the dawn of my obsession
intoxicating my soul with rhum and coffee
listening to emptiness on a radio whispering
from the gentle side for insomniacs at 6 am
wandering lonely through unfiltered tears
intoxicating my soul with rhum and coffee
#emptiness
#loneliness
68 reads
2 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 8:16pm
30th Nov 2024 8:16pm
Freedom
Freedom
Will I ever be free?
Will I ever have the only one mirage?
Me!
Only me!
I am tired of postponing my love,
Of leaving verses out.
Of leaving it in between the lines.
I need only one face.
If I will ever use a mask
It will only be for Avant-Garde expressions.
As I play with my nakedness.
With my transparent skin.
And nude thought.
How long?
How far?
The dread of tomorrow morning.
In this land of blur.
With thick angry clouds.
In-between me and ray of light.
Will I ever be free?
Will I ever have the only one mirage?
Me!
Only me!
I am tired of postponing my love,
Of leaving verses out.
Of leaving it in between the lines.
I need only one face.
If I will ever use a mask
It will only be for Avant-Garde expressions.
As I play with my nakedness.
With my transparent skin.
And nude thought.
How long?
How far?
The dread of tomorrow morning.
In this land of blur.
With thick angry clouds.
In-between me and ray of light.
#escape
#freedom
56 reads
4 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 12:21pm
30th Nov 2024 12:21pm
In shadows
In meadows they tread
In coves they unveil
In shadows they talk
Until miles prevail
Abreast of the bounty
All covered in gold
Eclipse the dramatic
Defining the bold
Earth lay the coven
Ne’er tattered nor spoiled
May the moon shows it’s clever
To the shadows that toiled
In coves they unveil
In shadows they talk
Until miles prevail
Abreast of the bounty
All covered in gold
Eclipse the dramatic
Defining the bold
Earth lay the coven
Ne’er tattered nor spoiled
May the moon shows it’s clever
To the shadows that toiled
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
44 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 8:35am
30th Nov 2024 8:35am
pre surgery
pre-surgery
I have growth on my lower leg
which I bravely ignored till my wife
said I was smelling
It offended me, who showers every morning
I went to see my doctor, a woman in her
the sixties, she insisted on kissing me when I visit
as a result, I love her
Yes, it was a tumor surgery, the ninth of
Dismember
My doctor's name is Teresa, I knew a woman
in Curacao, she was lovely too, named Teresa
When I left her office, I noticed she
didn't kiss me, but said something about
iodine, changing the wound, putting on ...
I have growth on my lower leg
which I bravely ignored till my wife
said I was smelling
It offended me, who showers every morning
I went to see my doctor, a woman in her
the sixties, she insisted on kissing me when I visit
as a result, I love her
Yes, it was a tumor surgery, the ninth of
Dismember
My doctor's name is Teresa, I knew a woman
in Curacao, she was lovely too, named Teresa
When I left her office, I noticed she
didn't kiss me, but said something about
iodine, changing the wound, putting on ...
#kindness
#love
#motivational
#redemption
#strength
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bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 1:58am
30th Nov 2024 1:58am
Putting Into Rhyme
frosty fingers are surprising
as the morning Sun
slides above the trees while rising -
a new day has begun
doing once again the same things
I've done so many times
onto which my every day clings -
creating pretty rhymes
breathing in and out with wonder
knowing nothing lasts
like heartbeats' ringing silent thunder
while moving very fast
towards, when meditating,
somewhere I do not know
in a smoothly integrating
'going with the flow'
entertaining visions raining
I've been here before ...
as the morning Sun
slides above the trees while rising -
a new day has begun
doing once again the same things
I've done so many times
onto which my every day clings -
creating pretty rhymes
breathing in and out with wonder
knowing nothing lasts
like heartbeats' ringing silent thunder
while moving very fast
towards, when meditating,
somewhere I do not know
in a smoothly integrating
'going with the flow'
entertaining visions raining
I've been here before ...
#WritingPoetry
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 11:06pm
29th Nov 2024 11:06pm
Inner love
A girl with a dark shadow mask, as painted with her fingers
lightly around her eyes
a haze of her painting ink
bare skin
wearing a perfume.
She has made it up,
rare,
with a formula she found out, as lost on all the notes left,
behind from this artist.
He was fallen for ancient scripts and formulas of nature,
seeking algorithm spells, masked in vessels, colors, shapes.
They wrap her up.
Both
In front of this encounter.
This man
Not to entice
It is not to be erotic,
poet, narcissus,
nature, origin, ...
lightly around her eyes
a haze of her painting ink
bare skin
wearing a perfume.
She has made it up,
rare,
with a formula she found out, as lost on all the notes left,
behind from this artist.
He was fallen for ancient scripts and formulas of nature,
seeking algorithm spells, masked in vessels, colors, shapes.
They wrap her up.
Both
In front of this encounter.
This man
Not to entice
It is not to be erotic,
poet, narcissus,
nature, origin, ...
#love
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 3:24pm
29th Nov 2024 3:24pm
Wraith
I'll be home for Christmas
Sitting all by myself
Alone and self forsaken
Refusing anyone's help
Too many mistakes
That I've made
Too many memories
I've lost along the way
Surrounded by empty bottles
Knowing it's too late
Wondering how I can still love
Something I've grown to hate
If I could turn back time
I would've taken a different road
Wish i could've seen
How things would unfold
To turn my back on everything
That I've ever held so dear
Just to wallow in self pity ...
Sitting all by myself
Alone and self forsaken
Refusing anyone's help
Too many mistakes
That I've made
Too many memories
I've lost along the way
Surrounded by empty bottles
Knowing it's too late
Wondering how I can still love
Something I've grown to hate
If I could turn back time
I would've taken a different road
Wish i could've seen
How things would unfold
To turn my back on everything
That I've ever held so dear
Just to wallow in self pity ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#dark
#despair
#shame
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missjem56
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 11:04pm
28th Nov 2024 11:04pm
Love Letters
I suddenly thought
Where's my beloved dictionary gone?
Maybe
Ive literally
Digested it
(Along with eating my 'own' words!)
Perhaps
Out of revenge
For that time
It tripped me over
Or
I tripped over it (the jury is still out....)
Anyway,
I was nearly lost for words!
(I was once lost for worlds
But that's another story....)
L love letters
As words would be lost
Without them
by Jemia
Where's my beloved dictionary gone?
Maybe
Ive literally
Digested it
(Along with eating my 'own' words!)
Perhaps
Out of revenge
For that time
It tripped me over
Or
I tripped over it (the jury is still out....)
Anyway,
I was nearly lost for words!
(I was once lost for worlds
But that's another story....)
L love letters
As words would be lost
Without them
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#PowerOfWords #satirical
#PowerOfWords #satirical
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1 Comment
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 4:27pm
28th Nov 2024 4:27pm
A Hold on Me
something’s
gripping tight
the air
suffocates
walls lean in
like whispers
and the devil's
knuckles knock
who is it inside
I’m fading away
lost in the echo
of my own voice
gripping tight
the air
suffocates
walls lean in
like whispers
and the devil's
knuckles knock
who is it inside
I’m fading away
lost in the echo
of my own voice
#depression
#emptiness
#honesty
#loneliness
#MentalHealth
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9 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 1:07pm
28th Nov 2024 1:07pm
Emotive soirée
I’m feral and lost in this absent pity
I feel no pressure to own your feelings;
this upset that drains you
I measure your sound with my palms,
caressing the sculpt of your fuse
I finger the noise that emits with amplification
and reverberate it back with a higher pitch
I resonate at a higher frequency
I grind my poise with stone
My feet, firm and resolute
I feel your energy with these tendrils that pierce you
I placate the shudder of your worth
and may swelter under your scrutiny
but will not drench in your emotive...
I feel no pressure to own your feelings;
this upset that drains you
I measure your sound with my palms,
caressing the sculpt of your fuse
I finger the noise that emits with amplification
and reverberate it back with a higher pitch
I resonate at a higher frequency
I grind my poise with stone
My feet, firm and resolute
I feel your energy with these tendrils that pierce you
I placate the shudder of your worth
and may swelter under your scrutiny
but will not drench in your emotive...
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfReflection
70 reads
4 Comments
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