Self Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
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JusTim_
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 1:33am
10th Apr 2025 1:33am
addiction
the chills never saw the summer heat
not that we would ever meet
I'm a little sick inside
and don't even know what to say
it's my participle was dangling
all over your jagged verse
I liked you
the way you cursed
when you came
I'll never be the same
worse, better
apart, together
spreading chapters in unheld inhibition
and every conceivable position
I crave for you
my drug
my drug
it's better
cause I'm a little sick inside
not that we would ever meet
I'm a little sick inside
and don't even know what to say
it's my participle was dangling
all over your jagged verse
I liked you
the way you cursed
when you came
I'll never be the same
worse, better
apart, together
spreading chapters in unheld inhibition
and every conceivable position
I crave for you
my drug
my drug
it's better
cause I'm a little sick inside
#addiction
#drugs
#lover
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2 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 10:10pm
9th Apr 2025 10:10pm
The Things I Think Every Day
Everyday becomes very familiar when a person retires.
You get up,have breakfast,make beds,put out washing....you know the drill.
But the most familiar things aren't things I do but things I think.Here are just a few.
• All suffering is caused by craving.The desire to have things other than the way they are.
• I need more sex
• Nothing is permanent.Nothing, not even my suffering.
• I need more sex
• Breathe,smile and accept whatever comes my way.
• I need more sex
• Resistance to pain increases my suffering..let go of resistance.
•...
You get up,have breakfast,make beds,put out washing....you know the drill.
But the most familiar things aren't things I do but things I think.Here are just a few.
• All suffering is caused by craving.The desire to have things other than the way they are.
• I need more sex
• Nothing is permanent.Nothing, not even my suffering.
• I need more sex
• Breathe,smile and accept whatever comes my way.
• I need more sex
• Resistance to pain increases my suffering..let go of resistance.
•...
#myself
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2 Comments
Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 6:16pm
9th Apr 2025 6:16pm
The toll
I pause ,
Now home.
Above,
An unprecedented sun,
Has steeped the day,
In swathes of,
Unrelenting,
Ultraviolet rays.
And I've meandered,
From the start,
Towards the close of ways.
In a semiconcused haze,
A stitched together forgetfulness,
Tainted by,
Regretfulness.
Wary, worn and slightly bleary,
Over warm and stumbling over words,
Seemingly to far worn,
And I,
To far gone,
To find a way to peal them back.
So leave them as they rang,
Black backed,
And bound...
Now home.
Above,
An unprecedented sun,
Has steeped the day,
In swathes of,
Unrelenting,
Ultraviolet rays.
And I've meandered,
From the start,
Towards the close of ways.
In a semiconcused haze,
A stitched together forgetfulness,
Tainted by,
Regretfulness.
Wary, worn and slightly bleary,
Over warm and stumbling over words,
Seemingly to far worn,
And I,
To far gone,
To find a way to peal them back.
So leave them as they rang,
Black backed,
And bound...
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Ambjr
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 5:07pm
9th Apr 2025 5:07pm
residual
I was told to start over
to begin again
as if all of these memories
could be washed away with time
but I have a past you can't avoid
one that breathes beneath my skin
like a second pulse
followin me thru doorways
that I thought were closed
there in every room I enter
to begin again
as if all of these memories
could be washed away with time
but I have a past you can't avoid
one that breathes beneath my skin
like a second pulse
followin me thru doorways
that I thought were closed
there in every room I enter
#addiction
#memories
#StreamOfConsciousness
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4 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 3:03am
9th Apr 2025 3:03am
Me, Part 3: Swim team and Mrs Lee
In those days,
really little kids were allowed to walk places
alone.
It must have taken at least a half-hour
to get to the pool.
Morning practice and lessons,
home for lunch,
then back all afternoon for free swim and another practice –
What a glorious life
for two months of the year!
The rest of the time
was more like jail or a morgue.
Mrs Lee kept the curtains closed tight
lest children get distracted
by signs of life.
Obviously not content with her existence,
she was determined to take us all down with...
really little kids were allowed to walk places
alone.
It must have taken at least a half-hour
to get to the pool.
Morning practice and lessons,
home for lunch,
then back all afternoon for free swim and another practice –
What a glorious life
for two months of the year!
The rest of the time
was more like jail or a morgue.
Mrs Lee kept the curtains closed tight
lest children get distracted
by signs of life.
Obviously not content with her existence,
she was determined to take us all down with...
#childhood
#memories
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missjem56
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 6:55pm
8th Apr 2025 6:55pm
Broken Silk
Because why, or who
Have all my writings
Gone askew
Tunneled
Unhappy
Lost
All consuming
Soon
An appointment with destiny
Lies lurking
Hovering
Waiting
An re-enactment
In words
Echoes
Of unwanted memories
The past
Re-united with the present
Re-animated
Triggers that haunt
Pirouetting anxieties
As my butterfly wings
Are caught within a whirlwind
Of despair
As i am blown
Towards a spiders web
Then wrapped
In broken silk
by Jemia
Have all my writings
Gone askew
Tunneled
Unhappy
Lost
All consuming
Soon
An appointment with destiny
Lies lurking
Hovering
Waiting
An re-enactment
In words
Echoes
Of unwanted memories
The past
Re-united with the present
Re-animated
Triggers that haunt
Pirouetting anxieties
As my butterfly wings
Are caught within a whirlwind
Of despair
As i am blown
Towards a spiders web
Then wrapped
In broken silk
by Jemia
#anxiety
#despair
#LifeAsAWriter
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JohnWilksLincoln
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 6:50pm
8th Apr 2025 6:50pm
To John
Life is harder than you thought. Shit’s hit the fan on multiple occasions. You’ve almost let it affect your character, and to be honest, on some occasions it has. The drinking, weed, it’s all to drown out any form of feeling.
But what about the good ones?
What about the feelings that bring you so much joy? Why drown those? What about the feelings of togetherness and friendship, the people who value you for you? What about them? Why lose pieces of yourself in a bottle, pill, or bong? It takes pieces of you, all of which may or may not return.
They call me. ...
But what about the good ones?
What about the feelings that bring you so much joy? Why drown those? What about the feelings of togetherness and friendship, the people who value you for you? What about them? Why lose pieces of yourself in a bottle, pill, or bong? It takes pieces of you, all of which may or may not return.
They call me. ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#hope #nature
#hope #nature
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BSavvy
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 3:17pm
8th Apr 2025 3:17pm
Cocoon of Strength, Wings of Longing
In a world so cold, I retreat, I hide,
Wrapped in silk, where my wounds confide.
A cocoon of silence, a space to mend,
To grow, to heal, to transcend.
Elusive—I vanish before you see,
The real me, the depths of my history.
The hurt, the scars, the past abused,
A child left bare, unshielded, bruised.
No guardian stood, no arms held tight,
No whispered words to say "You're alright."
So I vowed, with the fire inside my chest,
"When I grow, I’ll protect me best."
Wished upon stars for a knight to...
Wrapped in silk, where my wounds confide.
A cocoon of silence, a space to mend,
To grow, to heal, to transcend.
Elusive—I vanish before you see,
The real me, the depths of my history.
The hurt, the scars, the past abused,
A child left bare, unshielded, bruised.
No guardian stood, no arms held tight,
No whispered words to say "You're alright."
So I vowed, with the fire inside my chest,
"When I grow, I’ll protect me best."
Wished upon stars for a knight to...
#betrayal
#emotional
#LifeCycle #support
#LifeCycle #support
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Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 2:04pm
8th Apr 2025 2:04pm
Effects / affects
08/30
Effects / affects
Yesterday, I rec’d a medium sized Postal Box of a fair weight, weighted.
My Mom’s treasure, or the treasures my Sister thought, I’d keep ~
Mostly old photos of me, my siblings……..family.
Marine Corps Depot 10 year and 20 year pins – her awards for her Civil Service.
From the photos she saved, I could tell she was well loved.
She used to tell me how she (bragged) tell the Colonel about her son who
Joined the US Air Force.
Many a photo, I NEVER KNEW.
Also, photos of an ex and her kids. I also...
Effects / affects
Yesterday, I rec’d a medium sized Postal Box of a fair weight, weighted.
My Mom’s treasure, or the treasures my Sister thought, I’d keep ~
Mostly old photos of me, my siblings……..family.
Marine Corps Depot 10 year and 20 year pins – her awards for her Civil Service.
From the photos she saved, I could tell she was well loved.
She used to tell me how she (bragged) tell the Colonel about her son who
Joined the US Air Force.
Many a photo, I NEVER KNEW.
Also, photos of an ex and her kids. I also...
#family
#historical
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6 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 12:44pm
8th Apr 2025 12:44pm
shrouds & dustcovers
8 of 30
I'm fascinated by abandoned places
not much left...
just scraps & empty halls
pieces of furniture now deteriorating
so many questions created
forever left unanswered
where shadows settle over what used to be
& lives remain barely evident
residences once filled
photos still hang...crooked...upon crumbling walls
wallpaper sagging in tattered patterns
mementos adorning dusty surfaces
moth-eaten clothes hanging in cupboards
table set for a meal never to be served
echoes resounding down...
I'm fascinated by abandoned places
not much left...
just scraps & empty halls
pieces of furniture now deteriorating
so many questions created
forever left unanswered
where shadows settle over what used to be
& lives remain barely evident
residences once filled
photos still hang...crooked...upon crumbling walls
wallpaper sagging in tattered patterns
mementos adorning dusty surfaces
moth-eaten clothes hanging in cupboards
table set for a meal never to be served
echoes resounding down...
#confessional
#honesty
#inspirational
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3 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 2:21am
8th Apr 2025 2:21am
Let's Pretend
Let’s just pretend
that I took today off
intentionally.
That my goal was to spend it
on the couch
watching Netflix
instead of in the gym
or doing my taxes
or writing good poetry.
Let’s say that the morning headache
never went away
and I was truly
incapacitated
all day
or
that I was still
recovering from the weekend
and had a deliberate
Day of Sloth
to regroup
refocus
and come back better tomorrow.
Let’s just assume
that was my intent all along
and not...
that I took today off
intentionally.
That my goal was to spend it
on the couch
watching Netflix
instead of in the gym
or doing my taxes
or writing good poetry.
Let’s say that the morning headache
never went away
and I was truly
incapacitated
all day
or
that I was still
recovering from the weekend
and had a deliberate
Day of Sloth
to regroup
refocus
and come back better tomorrow.
Let’s just assume
that was my intent all along
and not...
#ADHD
#apathy
#escape #responsibility
#escape #responsibility
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2 Comments
Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 9:57pm
7th Apr 2025 9:57pm
Times infidelity
Each day has a flavour,
Its own taste,
Of urgency.
An unrepeatable,
Uniqueness,
A poignant,
Agency.
Each in,
Potential contrast,
A neither right,
And,
Neither wrong.
Along,
An inverse current,
Of,
Marked intention,
Of,
Demarked desire.
Lain by past remarks ,
And past,
Aspiring conviction.
Once clasped and since,
worked free.
By times,
Infidelity.
Leaving not a promise,
Broken,
But a truth,
Engrained upon my lips.
Its own taste,
Of urgency.
An unrepeatable,
Uniqueness,
A poignant,
Agency.
Each in,
Potential contrast,
A neither right,
And,
Neither wrong.
Along,
An inverse current,
Of,
Marked intention,
Of,
Demarked desire.
Lain by past remarks ,
And past,
Aspiring conviction.
Once clasped and since,
worked free.
By times,
Infidelity.
Leaving not a promise,
Broken,
But a truth,
Engrained upon my lips.
#NaPoWriMo2024
#philosophical
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