Short Self Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
Short poems (30 words or less), most recently posted poems first.
Not Quite A Hamadryad
Last Christmas
I considered
Wearing a small christmas tree
On my head!
So i could declare
"Look!"
"The christmas tree
Is on top of the fairy
This year!"
But didn't!
by Jemia
I considered
Wearing a small christmas tree
On my head!
So i could declare
"Look!"
"The christmas tree
Is on top of the fairy
This year!"
But didn't!
by Jemia
#Christmas
#fairies
#funny #satirical
#funny #satirical
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emotional suction
love´s is not a lie
it's an origami cuckoo
catched by the whirlpool
of a porcelain blackhole
it's an origami cuckoo
catched by the whirlpool
of a porcelain blackhole
#emptiness
#lies
#lust
#mirror
#passion
79 reads
17 Comments
On A Train
Stations
Like time
Flashed past me
Small, hopeless habitats
Humdrum lego boxes
Built just the same
All betwixt
The occasional flash of nature
Beautifully intruding
Upon this otherwise
Grey landscape
Welcome to Londinium
by Jemia
Like time
Flashed past me
Small, hopeless habitats
Humdrum lego boxes
Built just the same
All betwixt
The occasional flash of nature
Beautifully intruding
Upon this otherwise
Grey landscape
Welcome to Londinium
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection #trains
#SelfReflection #trains
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Inpromptu haiku
Painted thoughts swirl fast
Madness shines with polished gleam
Just insanity
Madness shines with polished gleam
Just insanity
#art
#surreal
#WritingPoetry
58 reads
6 Comments
Nevertheless Haiku
In your verses deep
I find pieces of myself
Hearts entwined through ink
I find pieces of myself
Hearts entwined through ink
#haiku
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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11 Comments
Rosa Rugosa
They plucked the petals
of this Rosa Rugosa.
Lusting after her bloom,
to be torn and thrown.
Her prickles, unworthy
to be found and held.
They abandoned the dregs
of this wrinkled rose.
of this Rosa Rugosa.
Lusting after her bloom,
to be torn and thrown.
Her prickles, unworthy
to be found and held.
They abandoned the dregs
of this wrinkled rose.
#beauty
#loneliness
#SelfWorth
83 reads
Checked Out
My mind is a scattered heap of wadded notes
Tossed aside and torn under mindless footsteps.
I cannot find words for all that is trapped inside.
Tossed aside and torn under mindless footsteps.
I cannot find words for all that is trapped inside.
#anxiety
#confusion
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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4 Comments
Some kinda recursive stress thing.
I only get happy when I'm in these.
Liminal trance states.
Where I can forget.
Linear time.
And,
It's worse than I ever told you.
In my whole life.
Cause.
Remember.
I didn't tell you.
A God damned.
Thing.
Liminal trance states.
Where I can forget.
Linear time.
And,
It's worse than I ever told you.
In my whole life.
Cause.
Remember.
I didn't tell you.
A God damned.
Thing.
#hate
#sadness
#shame
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Schizo affective
Every new beginning.
Exists more poignantly.
In my fantasy.
Than in reality.
And the grandiose delusions.
Are finally wrong.
I'm simply.
Mundane.
Important to no ones.
Story.
I have no deus ex machina.
Just personal private moments.
And poorly worded.
Psychosis poetry.
Exists more poignantly.
In my fantasy.
Than in reality.
And the grandiose delusions.
Are finally wrong.
I'm simply.
Mundane.
Important to no ones.
Story.
I have no deus ex machina.
Just personal private moments.
And poorly worded.
Psychosis poetry.
#bittersweet
#sadness
#shame
46 reads
0 Comments
part of the crowd
let me
hurry
and rush
uptown,
let me
become
part of
the crowd,
it's lonely
being
just one.
hurry
and rush
uptown,
let me
become
part of
the crowd,
it's lonely
being
just one.
#boredom
#confusion
#disappointment
#emptiness
#loneliness
71 reads
4 Comments
Torpor of routine
I'm.
Not.
Missing.
Out.
On.
Life.
I'm.
Just.
Waiting.
To.
Die.
It's.
Not.
Exactly.
What.
You.
Want.
But,
I.
Never.
Asked.
Not.
Missing.
Out.
On.
Life.
I'm.
Just.
Waiting.
To.
Die.
It's.
Not.
Exactly.
What.
You.
Want.
But,
I.
Never.
Asked.
#boredom
#grief
#sadness
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One word and concisely miserable.
The.
Sun.
Has.
Burnt.
My.
Hangover.
Into.
My.
Soul
I'm.
Gasping.
For.
Air.
With.
Leather.
Backed.
Lungs.
And.
Baby.
Maybe.
You.
Got.
Me.
All.
Wrong.
As.
I.
Lurch.
Forward.
Or.
Lay.
Down.
And.
Fade.
Into.
The.
Bleeding.
Days.
Where.
Yesterday.
Became.
Today.
In.
The.
Sunset.
With. ...
Sun.
Has.
Burnt.
My.
Hangover.
Into.
My.
Soul
I'm.
Gasping.
For.
Air.
With.
Leather.
Backed.
Lungs.
And.
Baby.
Maybe.
You.
Got.
Me.
All.
Wrong.
As.
I.
Lurch.
Forward.
Or.
Lay.
Down.
And.
Fade.
Into.
The.
Bleeding.
Days.
Where.
Yesterday.
Became.
Today.
In.
The.
Sunset.
With. ...
#boredom
#denial
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