Popular Self Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
The Thing About This Survivor
I’m on to you
I’ve learned from people far better than you
If I’m uneasy
There’s a reason
I may not know what your game is
But I’ve already been watching you
This girl’s radar is hyper focused
I’ve already been putting the pieces together
Enjoy what you have now
Because what you want
You’re not going to get
The puzzle may not be completed yet
You’re going to help me
And you’re not even aware
Be warned
I may appear weak
But you have no idea
What I’m capable of
I’ve learned from people far better than...
I’ve learned from people far better than you
If I’m uneasy
There’s a reason
I may not know what your game is
But I’ve already been watching you
This girl’s radar is hyper focused
I’ve already been putting the pieces together
Enjoy what you have now
Because what you want
You’re not going to get
The puzzle may not be completed yet
You’re going to help me
And you’re not even aware
Be warned
I may appear weak
But you have no idea
What I’m capable of
I’ve learned from people far better than...
#lies
#manipulation
#PTSD #strength
#PTSD #strength
131 reads
9 Comments
Poetic Blues
Many a time
Writing a rhyme
Now I can't string
A damn bleedin' line
Emptying rooms
Chin hitting floor
Whining and grinding
Staring at walls
A dry thirsty mouth
Numb tingling lips
Body, head shaking
Cold fingertips
Words have dried up
Oh what to do?
Needing some love
Please help me though
Writing a rhyme
Now I can't string
A damn bleedin' line
Emptying rooms
Chin hitting floor
Whining and grinding
Staring at walls
A dry thirsty mouth
Numb tingling lips
Body, head shaking
Cold fingertips
Words have dried up
Oh what to do?
Needing some love
Please help me though
#despair
#emptiness
121 reads
20 Comments
The End of Remembering
Grateful for each small moment
I remember.
Come one September,
I might forget.
Left to sit beside
foreign embers.
I dig through depths of those I know.
Not much more than what they show.
A lavender early morning,
invites dreams I am storing.
Upon the path I am forging.
On the sunny day my mind is gorging.
She has to live with no memory.
Not even remembering she's my mom.
It's heart shattering.
Make so many memories.
The ghosts have got lots to see.
I remember.
Come one September,
I might forget.
Left to sit beside
foreign embers.
I dig through depths of those I know.
Not much more than what they show.
A lavender early morning,
invites dreams I am storing.
Upon the path I am forging.
On the sunny day my mind is gorging.
She has to live with no memory.
Not even remembering she's my mom.
It's heart shattering.
Make so many memories.
The ghosts have got lots to see.
#ghosts
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
66 reads
15 Comments
Checking In
You came by unannounced,
finding my doorway dark.
You knocked, anyway ~
loudly
and repeatedly,
until I had no choice
but to let you in.
You tell me I look tired ~
am I getting enough sleep?
You don’t wait for an answer,
which is just as well;
I don’t have the one you want.
You definitely don’t want to hear
about the nights I’m laying awake
thinking of all the ways there are
to disappear and be forgotten.
Your animated voice
bounces nervously on...
finding my doorway dark.
You knocked, anyway ~
loudly
and repeatedly,
until I had no choice
but to let you in.
You tell me I look tired ~
am I getting enough sleep?
You don’t wait for an answer,
which is just as well;
I don’t have the one you want.
You definitely don’t want to hear
about the nights I’m laying awake
thinking of all the ways there are
to disappear and be forgotten.
Your animated voice
bounces nervously on...
#bipolar
#confessional
#MentalHealth
92 reads
9 Comments
Pay Per(Version)
Fish love toothy smiles.
Yet, fear the crocodiles.
They swim in gut loads full of bile.
One by one; single file.
The guys love porn on site.
The girls love wine and late nights.
We all love the spotlights.
We're all stars shining bright.
We love our inner child.
Imaginary friends make us wild.
Not too crazy; only mild.
Leaves us thirsty to be beguiled.
Perversion isn't right.
It's not just sex that unites.
Sometimes it's the darkest night.
A surrender to the fight.
Surrounded by the...
Yet, fear the crocodiles.
They swim in gut loads full of bile.
One by one; single file.
The guys love porn on site.
The girls love wine and late nights.
We all love the spotlights.
We're all stars shining bright.
We love our inner child.
Imaginary friends make us wild.
Not too crazy; only mild.
Leaves us thirsty to be beguiled.
Perversion isn't right.
It's not just sex that unites.
Sometimes it's the darkest night.
A surrender to the fight.
Surrounded by the...
#inspirational
#meditation
#TruthOfLife
83 reads
14 Comments
Identity
I bait my own trap
I'll wait for myself to walk in and trip the mine
I'll wait for myself to walk in and trip the mine
#identity
#myself
#regret #SelfReflection
#regret #SelfReflection
58 reads
15 Comments
Rondo
Beauty is not a word!
Beauty is many words...
Poeming together.
(Beleza não é uma palavra
Beleza é muitas palavras
Poemando juntas.)
Beauty and words are
Our day-to-day bread.
Words given to mouth
As if you are simply hungry!
(Beleza e palavras são
Os nossos pães de cada dia.
Palavras dadas à boca
Como quem tem muita fome!)
Beauty is many words...
Poeming together.
(Beleza não é uma palavra
Beleza é muitas palavras
Poemando juntas.)
Beauty and words are
Our day-to-day bread.
Words given to mouth
As if you are simply hungry!
(Beleza e palavras são
Os nossos pães de cada dia.
Palavras dadas à boca
Como quem tem muita fome!)
#beauty
#kindness
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#WritingPoetry
70 reads
16 Comments
Discovery
What is the true purpose of
Me
From the day I opened my eyes
Into the unknowing world
The immediate world
Mom, Dad, and Me
Like a bud
Precious and new
Timid to push forth
On a planet that is skewed
With plans for me and you
I grow as I must
Ingest and trust information
To go on and survive
To stay here
To stay alive
Then, the brutality came.
Constant like unforgiving rain
In the form of laughter and judgment
Pain
This is just a season I must endure
To...
Me
From the day I opened my eyes
Into the unknowing world
The immediate world
Mom, Dad, and Me
Like a bud
Precious and new
Timid to push forth
On a planet that is skewed
With plans for me and you
I grow as I must
Ingest and trust information
To go on and survive
To stay here
To stay alive
Then, the brutality came.
Constant like unforgiving rain
In the form of laughter and judgment
Pain
This is just a season I must endure
To...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself #SelfDiscovery
#myself #SelfDiscovery
79 reads
14 Comments
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
122 reads
9 Comments
Coming Soon
The medication I must take to ease my mind's condition
assaults my creativity, and I'm out of commission
until the rhyming thoughts return I'll sit here most contrite
crumbling sheets of paper as I relearn how to write
assaults my creativity, and I'm out of commission
until the rhyming thoughts return I'll sit here most contrite
crumbling sheets of paper as I relearn how to write
#LifeStruggles
#WritersBlock
12 reads
7 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Captures
the essence of moments
that are often difficult
to articulate,
whether
it's the bittersweet
aftermath of love,
the haunting echoes of past
connections,
or the profound sense
of longing and loss.
This unflinching exploration
of such themes creates
a profound emotional
impact on readers.
the essence of moments
that are often difficult
to articulate,
whether
it's the bittersweet
aftermath of love,
the haunting echoes of past
connections,
or the profound sense
of longing and loss.
This unflinching exploration
of such themes creates
a profound emotional
impact on readers.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
62 reads
13 Comments
Voicemail
I wanted to
reach out then
I realised stars
aren't made
for everyone
and some
are born to
watch them
from the
ground.
reach out then
I realised stars
aren't made
for everyone
and some
are born to
watch them
from the
ground.
#minimalist
144 reads
4 Comments
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