Self Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
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Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
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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...
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...
#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
87 reads
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
75 reads
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
61 reads
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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Ambjr
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 1:12pm
7th Apr 2025 1:12pm
burnin vessel
mornin breaks thru the sky
and I fracture open alongside it
barriers dissolvin
faster than I can name them
my blood runs wildfire fast
consumin. spreadin
coursin thru veins too narrow
to contain the sudden surge
of impossible light
each heartbeat a thunderclap
boom boom boom
echoin against fragile ribs
tryin to contain this symphony of percussion
I splinter and fracture into prisms
everythin burnin with overwhelmin intensity
every feelin equally demandin
pullin all my molecules into different...
and I fracture open alongside it
barriers dissolvin
faster than I can name them
my blood runs wildfire fast
consumin. spreadin
coursin thru veins too narrow
to contain the sudden surge
of impossible light
each heartbeat a thunderclap
boom boom boom
echoin against fragile ribs
tryin to contain this symphony of percussion
I splinter and fracture into prisms
everythin burnin with overwhelmin intensity
every feelin equally demandin
pullin all my molecules into different...
#StreamOfConsciousness
79 reads
7 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 12:51pm
7th Apr 2025 12:51pm
fighting the gag order
7 of 30
I am reminded...
of all the days I longed to run away
how funny is that
grown ass adult having fantasies of escape
find a little place on the side of a mountain
just me {& my cats}...
no cars or fights
or gunshots across the street
just the whispering rumors of wind
& gossipy titters of birds in the trees
nobody to notice if I remain mute
when the only person around is me
alternatively...
I could mouth off whenever I want
...who's going to protest
lately I've had this crazy idea...
I am reminded...
of all the days I longed to run away
how funny is that
grown ass adult having fantasies of escape
find a little place on the side of a mountain
just me {& my cats}...
no cars or fights
or gunshots across the street
just the whispering rumors of wind
& gossipy titters of birds in the trees
nobody to notice if I remain mute
when the only person around is me
alternatively...
I could mouth off whenever I want
...who's going to protest
lately I've had this crazy idea...
#confessional
#learning
#LifeStruggles
87 reads
4 Comments
CosiestPrism273
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 5:42am
7th Apr 2025 5:42am
Melt the Frost
Sometimes we lose our minds
Trapped between two walls colliding
Feels like you will be crushed
A war between two sides are fighting
Crash and burn just like a car
Explosion within, the world's on fire
A hose is needed to put it out
The situation is getting dire
We try to make it out
From the depths of hell below
Lost in an endless maze
Nowhere for you to go
Trapped beneath the waves
Held down by all your fear
Afraid you will lose it all
The devil will then appear
It's hard to find hope ...
Trapped between two walls colliding
Feels like you will be crushed
A war between two sides are fighting
Crash and burn just like a car
Explosion within, the world's on fire
A hose is needed to put it out
The situation is getting dire
We try to make it out
From the depths of hell below
Lost in an endless maze
Nowhere for you to go
Trapped beneath the waves
Held down by all your fear
Afraid you will lose it all
The devil will then appear
It's hard to find hope ...
#FeelingLost
#mirror
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#TimeHeals
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Ambjr
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 2:55am
7th Apr 2025 2:55am
uncertainty of breath
I don’t know if this is surrender or rebellion
beneath the crushin silence
the body learns to survive on less
shallow breaths
half a life
a quiet rhythm of endurance
moments where my lungs
remember their full capacity
allowin air to rush in
where only shadows dwelled before
a sudden clarity
both gift and question
liftin the fog
revealin the bright reach of sunlight
a path to…what?
I’m not sure if this is surrender or rebellion
when the voids depths...
beneath the crushin silence
the body learns to survive on less
shallow breaths
half a life
a quiet rhythm of endurance
moments where my lungs
remember their full capacity
allowin air to rush in
where only shadows dwelled before
a sudden clarity
both gift and question
liftin the fog
revealin the bright reach of sunlight
a path to…what?
I’m not sure if this is surrender or rebellion
when the voids depths...
#StreamOfConsciousness
72 reads
2 Comments
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