Self Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:04pm
Yesterday 3:04pm
Must be an Arizona (DRY) Heat
25/30
Must be an Arizona (DRY) Heat
Ever wonder how many times
Poets, Lyricists……..Novelists
now even in our present day
of online technology – Bloggers
run into (at lightening speeds
of a lame, maimed tortoise)
this bucket of dried out seeds>
I know it’s within me
to spill anything and yet
my spit has become a wee bit
cotton-mouthy, thick
with no muse in my backdrop
to hydrate
maybe it’s time to consume
a shot of bourbon
or 2
63 unique words
Must be an Arizona (DRY) Heat
Ever wonder how many times
Poets, Lyricists……..Novelists
now even in our present day
of online technology – Bloggers
run into (at lightening speeds
of a lame, maimed tortoise)
this bucket of dried out seeds>
I know it’s within me
to spill anything and yet
my spit has become a wee bit
cotton-mouthy, thick
with no muse in my backdrop
to hydrate
maybe it’s time to consume
a shot of bourbon
or 2
63 unique words
#NaPoWriMo2024
#WritersBlock
28 reads
0 Comments
The_Darkness_Insid
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:53pm
Yesterday 2:53pm
Running
And Im still running after all these years
Legs ready to buckle, eyes full of tears
I have no destination, yet I keep up the pace
No finish line to speak of, not trying to win a race
Its fear that drives me to keep pressing ahead
Couldn't defeat my pursuer so instead I fled
A game of cat and mouse that I forever play
Its got my scent and tracks me like a hunter does its prey
Just out of sight but close enough that I'm aware
One misstep and it will trap me in its snare
Can I keep on going or should I turn and...
Legs ready to buckle, eyes full of tears
I have no destination, yet I keep up the pace
No finish line to speak of, not trying to win a race
Its fear that drives me to keep pressing ahead
Couldn't defeat my pursuer so instead I fled
A game of cat and mouse that I forever play
Its got my scent and tracks me like a hunter does its prey
Just out of sight but close enough that I'm aware
One misstep and it will trap me in its snare
Can I keep on going or should I turn and...
#anxiety
#depression
#despair #fear
#despair #fear
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PoetSpeak
Bumped Yesterday 2:29pm
16th Apr 2024 6:35pm
16th Apr 2024 6:35pm
On ...Off ...Tell me Another...Cut the Crap !!
That's my new expression
Old school like me
No apologies
I'll run circles around your candy ass
Streaming replaced cable
Bigger and faster they claimed
Still clouds and freezes
Just more bullshit
On... Off I say
Freaks of nature
Guys wearing shorts in 40 degree NYC
Motorized bikes, scooters, skateboards
Riding on the sidewalks
Pedestrians be damned
Selfish isn’t a right of passage
Hold a door for your neighbor
On… Off I say
5000 channels
Ten ingredient flavored mayonnaise
QR...
Old school like me
No apologies
I'll run circles around your candy ass
Streaming replaced cable
Bigger and faster they claimed
Still clouds and freezes
Just more bullshit
On... Off I say
Freaks of nature
Guys wearing shorts in 40 degree NYC
Motorized bikes, scooters, skateboards
Riding on the sidewalks
Pedestrians be damned
Selfish isn’t a right of passage
Hold a door for your neighbor
On… Off I say
5000 channels
Ten ingredient flavored mayonnaise
QR...
#technology
#TruthOfLife
#consumerism
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
141 reads
42 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:27pm
Yesterday 12:27pm
poetic IV
25 of 30
I've always done my best writing
when I relinquish the pen to my heart
letting the beat bleed out ink
staining my waiting parchment
crimson script spreading
pools & rivulets capturing emotions & moods
when love raged through gossamer veins
setting the unstained page ablaze
because passion negates any sense of restraint
understand...
I am nothing...
...if not all in
the only time my rhythm truly freed of its cage
staccato pumping...thumpety thumping
words become...
I've always done my best writing
when I relinquish the pen to my heart
letting the beat bleed out ink
staining my waiting parchment
crimson script spreading
pools & rivulets capturing emotions & moods
when love raged through gossamer veins
setting the unstained page ablaze
because passion negates any sense of restraint
understand...
I am nothing...
...if not all in
the only time my rhythm truly freed of its cage
staccato pumping...thumpety thumping
words become...
#confessional
#love
#NaPoWriMo2024 #WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2024 #WritingPoetry
49 reads
3 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:09pm
Yesterday 12:09pm
Why Bother
I've had
an urgent
appointment
with death
since i started
breathing
always walking
a very
thin line
panic grips
my hand
asking me
to dance
living inside
the dark doubts
about existing
each day dawns
pistol cocked ready
for when
self destruction
is assured
no bluff
being called here
only russian roulette
new apocalypse
explosive mind games
going boom
an urgent
appointment
with death
since i started
breathing
always walking
a very
thin line
panic grips
my hand
asking me
to dance
living inside
the dark doubts
about existing
each day dawns
pistol cocked ready
for when
self destruction
is assured
no bluff
being called here
only russian roulette
new apocalypse
explosive mind games
going boom
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2024
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
45 reads
2 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:31am
Yesterday 11:31am
So You Think You're A Stud
#anxiety
#men
#MentalHealth
33 reads
20 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:22am
Yesterday 11:22am
I'm Not Crazy
There's so much turmoil
In my wrecked head
Some days it doesn't pay
To even get out of bed
I'm always taken so off guard
When I do get up
By those who just don't matter
With their social fantastical chatter
If you tell them to get a life
your words you'll see them splattered
Like the letters in a game of Scrabble
In senseless banter and pointless warble
Maybe, I'm not crazy after all
As I watch them falter and eventually fall
In my wrecked head
Some days it doesn't pay
To even get out of bed
I'm always taken so off guard
When I do get up
By those who just don't matter
With their social fantastical chatter
If you tell them to get a life
your words you'll see them splattered
Like the letters in a game of Scrabble
In senseless banter and pointless warble
Maybe, I'm not crazy after all
As I watch them falter and eventually fall
#anxiety
#identity
#LifeStruggles
65 reads
14 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:20am
Yesterday 11:20am
Somebody out there
Somebody borrow me some thoughts
I am tired of my old repetitive cries
I feel old
And stupid
Are you travelling
Does he burn for you
Are you ambitious and want to conquer the world
Can I borrow your thoughts
Because I am tired of this scorn and mourn
And I have white hair and wrinkles.
I am tired of my old repetitive cries
I feel old
And stupid
Are you travelling
Does he burn for you
Are you ambitious and want to conquer the world
Can I borrow your thoughts
Because I am tired of this scorn and mourn
And I have white hair and wrinkles.
#confessional
46 reads
6 Comments
_feral
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:46am
Yesterday 10:46am
Living and dying at the same time
After thirty years
of society propaganda
it was a relief finding
myself on the slab
I wasn't made to
be popular imagery
or some repeat
being replicated
over and over,
I let my mouth
open up like tunnels
as lips slowly curve
themselves into arches
my tongue
was a highway
embellished with
tire tracks running
across my chest,
my abdomen
became a bonnet
hanging warm in
the air long after
rush hour ended
my mind was collision
...
of society propaganda
it was a relief finding
myself on the slab
I wasn't made to
be popular imagery
or some repeat
being replicated
over and over,
I let my mouth
open up like tunnels
as lips slowly curve
themselves into arches
my tongue
was a highway
embellished with
tire tracks running
across my chest,
my abdomen
became a bonnet
hanging warm in
the air long after
rush hour ended
my mind was collision
...
#LifeCycle
#StreamOfConsciousness
#transgender
45 reads
0 Comments
Pretty_Vacuous
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:18am
Yesterday 6:18am
Blacktop Auto-pilot
Sometime ago I went out for a drive, think I’m still waiting on me to get back..
It’s all a blur of scenery
Yellow lines and
Keeping time by counting mile marker signs
while ignoring all the shit the I can’t shake that hovers over me like a non-committal headache
Roughly 1,500 miles
1 flat tire, and 22hrs later…
By the time I ended up at the edge of the wold someone had a radio and the song playing cut through the fog in my brain
Fucking November Rain
8 minutes, 57 seconds later
Axl had me thanking god that...
It’s all a blur of scenery
Yellow lines and
Keeping time by counting mile marker signs
while ignoring all the shit the I can’t shake that hovers over me like a non-committal headache
Roughly 1,500 miles
1 flat tire, and 22hrs later…
By the time I ended up at the edge of the wold someone had a radio and the song playing cut through the fog in my brain
Fucking November Rain
8 minutes, 57 seconds later
Axl had me thanking god that...
#honesty
36 reads
ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:46am
Yesterday 5:46am
Memoirs of A Renegade
Calculations calibration, down to the wire
Ignite my heart again on the fuel of my desire
When everyday I wake up playing with the fire
I mean well as if justified when I am an honest liar
Abstracted messages of coded confessions made
Trying to clear my conscience till enough time passes that all of my mistakes fade
Filling these pages with the memoirs of a renegade
Faith in future havens comprised of references of retrograde
In timelessness there’s no such thing as too late to live again
When all too many times I’ve...
Ignite my heart again on the fuel of my desire
When everyday I wake up playing with the fire
I mean well as if justified when I am an honest liar
Abstracted messages of coded confessions made
Trying to clear my conscience till enough time passes that all of my mistakes fade
Filling these pages with the memoirs of a renegade
Faith in future havens comprised of references of retrograde
In timelessness there’s no such thing as too late to live again
When all too many times I’ve...
#confessional
#corruption
#NaPoWriMo2024
#rebellion
#SelfReflection
55 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:59am
Yesterday 2:59am
Breaking Confidence
Breaking Confidence
I trusted in an old friend in some casual conversation
Understanding certain things are said in confidence
When I say “entre nous” I really mean it stays between us
It should be a pact to be honored with vigilance
And when I heard my words being echoed months later
From a different person and from a different city
I put the pieces to that puzzle when I made the connection
I felt betrayed and I all thought was “what a pity”
I felt hurt that the very thing I didn’t want to be divulged
Ran through the ears of...
I trusted in an old friend in some casual conversation
Understanding certain things are said in confidence
When I say “entre nous” I really mean it stays between us
It should be a pact to be honored with vigilance
And when I heard my words being echoed months later
From a different person and from a different city
I put the pieces to that puzzle when I made the connection
I felt betrayed and I all thought was “what a pity”
I felt hurt that the very thing I didn’t want to be divulged
Ran through the ears of...
#betrayal
#forgiveness
#honesty
35 reads
1 Comment
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