Self Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
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Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
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Long Forgotten
After sailing through
some rough,
and turbulent seas
I now lie
shipwrecked,
and abandoned
Dashed against the rocks!
Then scattered
into a million pieces
Floating, broken memories
Now no more
than the flotsam
of my soul......
by Jemia
some rough,
and turbulent seas
I now lie
shipwrecked,
and abandoned
Dashed against the rocks!
Then scattered
into a million pieces
Floating, broken memories
Now no more
than the flotsam
of my soul......
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#philosophical
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Shifting
The relentless search for answers
Not giving up the fight
Not. Giving. Up.
When is enough, enough?
That was his question
While he looked intently into my eyes
Kindness, compassion, concern
Stamped across his face
The loss of my core self, who I am
My identity has always been fragmented
My beliefs, my values
How I perceive my own thoughts
All of it
Constantly shifts unbeknownst to me
Until after the fact
Just that...
Not giving up the fight
Not. Giving. Up.
When is enough, enough?
That was his question
While he looked intently into my eyes
Kindness, compassion, concern
Stamped across his face
The loss of my core self, who I am
My identity has always been fragmented
My beliefs, my values
How I perceive my own thoughts
All of it
Constantly shifts unbeknownst to me
Until after the fact
Just that...
#MentalHealth
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13 Comments
touch
i wanted that
in every bright night and foggy evening
my words and my feelings remain intact,
i wanted that
even with the falling leaves,
and with the rising buds
my voice keeps resonating even in my absence
i wanted that
in the rotten story of my life
your sprouting steps will bring a rainbow
i wanted that
like a photo frame hanging on the wall
my memories remain hanging on the wall of your heart
i wanted that
even without me you will keep feeling
the butterfly dancing on my naked thighs
...
in every bright night and foggy evening
my words and my feelings remain intact,
i wanted that
even with the falling leaves,
and with the rising buds
my voice keeps resonating even in my absence
i wanted that
in the rotten story of my life
your sprouting steps will bring a rainbow
i wanted that
like a photo frame hanging on the wall
my memories remain hanging on the wall of your heart
i wanted that
even without me you will keep feeling
the butterfly dancing on my naked thighs
...
#emotions
#rejection
#sadness
107 reads
12 Comments
En-tranced
from the sky the ocean's falling
returning to the sea
tumbling as the Earth keeps calling
pulled by gravity
pitter pitter pitter patter
mesmerizing sound
on the roof the raindrops chatter
before flowing to the ground
pitter pitter pitter patter
rhythmic sounds en-trance
waves of waves of raindrops natter
as on the roof they dance
pitter pitter pitter patter
hypnotically their sound
let's me know what doesn't matter
in what's all around
pitter pitter pitter patter
enthralled naturally ...
returning to the sea
tumbling as the Earth keeps calling
pulled by gravity
pitter pitter pitter patter
mesmerizing sound
on the roof the raindrops chatter
before flowing to the ground
pitter pitter pitter patter
rhythmic sounds en-trance
waves of waves of raindrops natter
as on the roof they dance
pitter pitter pitter patter
hypnotically their sound
let's me know what doesn't matter
in what's all around
pitter pitter pitter patter
enthralled naturally ...
#rain
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With
falling with the snow
in love with an idea
I will be worth it
in love with an idea
I will be worth it
#haiku
#senryu
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MIDNIGHT CRY
No use abusing
or cursing anyone when
restless and breathless
I cry to God to help me
for a while let me sleep
sexless meditate
in the darkest of hours
negotiate peace
with self and rest even if
I exist in my sufferings
R K Singh
or cursing anyone when
restless and breathless
I cry to God to help me
for a while let me sleep
sexless meditate
in the darkest of hours
negotiate peace
with self and rest even if
I exist in my sufferings
R K Singh
#depression
#insomnia
#nightmares
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gripe about lunch
gripe about lunch
After, a lunch with chicken slices warmed, but not fried golden brown, I ask, what am I doing here among people who eat for the reason of eating I used to be a chef it was what I trained for
Why should I enjoy a meal not made by a cook
Who takes no pride in his craft, which is more than money, but also an art
When I lived alone in the rustic country, I even
cooked for my dog, and she had a long and healthy life; I believe food is an integral part of our culture it is vital we spend time not eating
Fat hamburgers and over-processed food ...
After, a lunch with chicken slices warmed, but not fried golden brown, I ask, what am I doing here among people who eat for the reason of eating I used to be a chef it was what I trained for
Why should I enjoy a meal not made by a cook
Who takes no pride in his craft, which is more than money, but also an art
When I lived alone in the rustic country, I even
cooked for my dog, and she had a long and healthy life; I believe food is an integral part of our culture it is vital we spend time not eating
Fat hamburgers and over-processed food ...
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
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Some Like It To Hot!
I have an orgy every night!
With oft times three joining me
One either side, and one betwixt my thighs
Things get very hot, especially with all that rubber!
Hoping for no leakages, replacements come cheap
I once was joined by four!
Things got really hot!
So i limit my orgies to just three, and me!
Or sometimes a simple menage a troix
When i was younger
I used to make do with one, which was fun
But with age, tis all the rage
To become more adventurous
And no longer limit myself
On how many hot water bottles
I go to bed...
With oft times three joining me
One either side, and one betwixt my thighs
Things get very hot, especially with all that rubber!
Hoping for no leakages, replacements come cheap
I once was joined by four!
Things got really hot!
So i limit my orgies to just three, and me!
Or sometimes a simple menage a troix
When i was younger
I used to make do with one, which was fun
But with age, tis all the rage
To become more adventurous
And no longer limit myself
On how many hot water bottles
I go to bed...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#satirical #sexy
#satirical #sexy
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Cheeky!
I don't like bums!
They kind of put me off
Small, medium, or large
It doesn't matter
Bum, arse, bottom
Shakespeare chose Bottom, over Bum!
Neither names offer any inspiration poetically
Thankfully, the French do bums with poetic finesse
Derriere!
Which sounds much more civilised than other options
Whereas, backside doesn't make sense
Backside: 'on the back, but to the side?
Which would require, a completely new rethink
On the design of toilets!
Also, keeping things on this nonsensical level
How come when toasting...
They kind of put me off
Small, medium, or large
It doesn't matter
Bum, arse, bottom
Shakespeare chose Bottom, over Bum!
Neither names offer any inspiration poetically
Thankfully, the French do bums with poetic finesse
Derriere!
Which sounds much more civilised than other options
Whereas, backside doesn't make sense
Backside: 'on the back, but to the side?
Which would require, a completely new rethink
On the design of toilets!
Also, keeping things on this nonsensical level
How come when toasting...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#PowerOfWords
#satirical
25 reads
0 Comments
August 31st 2019 (Big Camp)
Five days after performing at Hastings Pride
(My first performance on a stage!)
I was then transported to Lincolnshire
For a fabulous Big Camp
In a field surrounded by other fields
Containing sheep, and turnips!
I'd put myself down on an open mic
I was awaiting my turn
And was to follow a strong man act
Which was pretty impressive
But i was thinking, how does a poet follow that?
Whilst waiting, i went to get myself another cider
When i noticed they had something called mead
Never liked honey, but thought 'when in Rome'
I...
(My first performance on a stage!)
I was then transported to Lincolnshire
For a fabulous Big Camp
In a field surrounded by other fields
Containing sheep, and turnips!
I'd put myself down on an open mic
I was awaiting my turn
And was to follow a strong man act
Which was pretty impressive
But i was thinking, how does a poet follow that?
Whilst waiting, i went to get myself another cider
When i noticed they had something called mead
Never liked honey, but thought 'when in Rome'
I...
#funny
#happiness
#holiday
#LifeAsAWriter
#music
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0 Comments
The Mead Dame (5-7-5)
Am
a
dam
mad
dame
Mead
made
me
meadium
rare
Not
meadiocre!
by Jemia
a
dam
mad
dame
Mead
made
me
meadium
rare
Not
meadiocre!
by Jemia
#alcohol
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical #satirical
#philosophical #satirical
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Or Let Me Die
hold me
let me know you love me
inspire me
my vision gets blurry
trust me
because I need validation
talk with me
I just want to be heard
hurt me
but just make sure you also heal me
leave me
if I'm truly that hopeless
do this...
or just let me die
help me lift this weight
the pressure gets heavy
let me know it's ok to walk away
and let me know I can return
I've failed
tell me it's not forever
I've grown tired
but I can't sleep
tell me what it is I need to do ...
let me know you love me
inspire me
my vision gets blurry
trust me
because I need validation
talk with me
I just want to be heard
hurt me
but just make sure you also heal me
leave me
if I'm truly that hopeless
do this...
or just let me die
help me lift this weight
the pressure gets heavy
let me know it's ok to walk away
and let me know I can return
I've failed
tell me it's not forever
I've grown tired
but I can't sleep
tell me what it is I need to do ...
#depression
86 reads
2 Comments
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