Least Read Self Poems
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Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
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FeNyX
Poem Published
5th Feb 2021 10:28am
5th Feb 2021 10:28am
In The Midst
The wind out paces
The cold unforgiving ground
Freezing itself
As my heart it surrounds
The cold unforgiving ground
Freezing itself
As my heart it surrounds
#love
#loneliness
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FeNyX
Poem Published
11th Feb 2021 10:38pm
11th Feb 2021 10:38pm
When I Used To Bleed Music
I used to noodle my 6-string for hours
Dripping platinum and gold on the carpet
To no one but myself night after night
Drinking in it's sweet surrendered dulcet
Strumming louder and louder faster
Accenting and pumping the beat along
So fast Id cut my skin and bruise my hand
Wizardly charms rang off sure and long
The music made whole by my passion
Ash body and rosewood neck caressed
Thought to note and back again and again
Finding that perfect tone in frets perfectly kissed
The buildup to the...
Dripping platinum and gold on the carpet
To no one but myself night after night
Drinking in it's sweet surrendered dulcet
Strumming louder and louder faster
Accenting and pumping the beat along
So fast Id cut my skin and bruise my hand
Wizardly charms rang off sure and long
The music made whole by my passion
Ash body and rosewood neck caressed
Thought to note and back again and again
Finding that perfect tone in frets perfectly kissed
The buildup to the...
#love
#music
#SelfReflection
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OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Poem Published
20th Oct 2021 5:09pm
20th Oct 2021 5:09pm
CHRONICLES OF OXY - HER DUPLICITY
as election nears D. Day
overtime translates standard
and I feel tired, not because of work
(oh no! not because of that)
but for the sensory overload:
loud voices
of the preening peacocks
online, on air
singing a chorous
off key, all sharp and pitchy;
visual abuse
of fake sincerity
with few vibrant colours
contrasting, inciting dyslexia
as a fad, feeling fashionistas;
rotten smell
of brewing conspiracy
mass hypnosis amidst awareness...
overtime translates standard
and I feel tired, not because of work
(oh no! not because of that)
but for the sensory overload:
loud voices
of the preening peacocks
online, on air
singing a chorous
off key, all sharp and pitchy;
visual abuse
of fake sincerity
with few vibrant colours
contrasting, inciting dyslexia
as a fad, feeling fashionistas;
rotten smell
of brewing conspiracy
mass hypnosis amidst awareness...
#SelfReflection
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
25th Apr 2022 6:49pm
25th Apr 2022 6:49pm
Water
I sit
Patiently waiting to be
Noticed
I exist
Without movement
Or wanting
I pool
In the very efforts
Of writing
I am colorless
No need for hues
And tints
I am dense
Jigsaw pieces with no
Puzzle
I am intense
Very energetic splashing
My words
I am delicate
Fragile to the touch but
Always unharmed
I am everflowing
Stretching my knowledge
As showers
I am pure
Uncorrupted
Penmanship
Patiently waiting to be
Noticed
I exist
Without movement
Or wanting
I pool
In the very efforts
Of writing
I am colorless
No need for hues
And tints
I am dense
Jigsaw pieces with no
Puzzle
I am intense
Very energetic splashing
My words
I am delicate
Fragile to the touch but
Always unharmed
I am everflowing
Stretching my knowledge
As showers
I am pure
Uncorrupted
Penmanship
#NaPoWriMo2022
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
29th Oct 2022 6:49pm
29th Oct 2022 6:49pm
Day by Day
Emotional memories
flood my existence
like a structurally
damaged dam
Forcing me to face
the man that I am
Or at least what’s become
of this shallow and broken
vessel version of a man
Whose reflected image
was nothing but so much of an
enclosed sham
Rebooting and resetting
as if I were an infected program
When did it all go wrong?
When did I go wrong?
Early mornings encircle
my miserable conundrum
like maddening hunger enraged
vultures on the prowl
...
flood my existence
like a structurally
damaged dam
Forcing me to face
the man that I am
Or at least what’s become
of this shallow and broken
vessel version of a man
Whose reflected image
was nothing but so much of an
enclosed sham
Rebooting and resetting
as if I were an infected program
When did it all go wrong?
When did I go wrong?
Early mornings encircle
my miserable conundrum
like maddening hunger enraged
vultures on the prowl
...
#anxiety
#grief
#loneliness
#dark
#despair
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
16th May 2024 12:16pm
16th May 2024 12:16pm
The Smallest Thing
Sometimes the smallest thing turns
the sky a little darker, the well
spring of self doubt overflows and
the tears come
Slowly they roll down my cheek
and I leave them be
hoping for a moment that deep feeling
stays forever
For to feel, in and of itself, speaks volumes
to the journal of my soul
writing those ethereal words upon my heart
an act of self love
Sometimes the smallest thing
can make the day a little brighter
on the darkest of nights, even the
dimmest star twinkles
the sky a little darker, the well
spring of self doubt overflows and
the tears come
Slowly they roll down my cheek
and I leave them be
hoping for a moment that deep feeling
stays forever
For to feel, in and of itself, speaks volumes
to the journal of my soul
writing those ethereal words upon my heart
an act of self love
Sometimes the smallest thing
can make the day a little brighter
on the darkest of nights, even the
dimmest star twinkles
#hope
#hurt
#PersonalGrowth
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
24th May 2024 11:59am
24th May 2024 11:59am
Let's Go!
5 am
got my namaste on
coffee in
feelin' fit as fiddle
a stringless, broke necked
sat on by the fat tuba
player at band camp fiddle
damned if my knees don't sound
like Snap Crackle and Pop
fighting over a peep of
Betty Crocker's back side
I mean shit,
the next time I hear healthy
and happy in the same sentence
I'm punching that person square in
the face, fuck you
CrossFit
It sucks to be a lot of something
years old and getting back to
soldier shape, the recovery
is killer but...
got my namaste on
coffee in
feelin' fit as fiddle
a stringless, broke necked
sat on by the fat tuba
player at band camp fiddle
damned if my knees don't sound
like Snap Crackle and Pop
fighting over a peep of
Betty Crocker's back side
I mean shit,
the next time I hear healthy
and happy in the same sentence
I'm punching that person square in
the face, fuck you
CrossFit
It sucks to be a lot of something
years old and getting back to
soldier shape, the recovery
is killer but...
#motivational
#PersonalGrowth
#success
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 7:27pm
22nd Nov 2024 7:27pm
Healing
The weaponization of thought
as the inner child lies helpless,
though a man emerges to the
first taste of his own power
The son is gone but the warmth
still touches his face, he is not what
he has done nor what he has endured,
just a man healing his heart
as the inner child lies helpless,
though a man emerges to the
first taste of his own power
The son is gone but the warmth
still touches his face, he is not what
he has done nor what he has endured,
just a man healing his heart
#healing
#love
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OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 10:52am
11th Oct 2019 10:52am
OBSESSED
To be has got to be
When urges defines my will
A single mind was born
Hysterical
— Fostering frenzied desire
And I scratched till I bleed
Sated yet discontented
And it starts all over
Again
— Greed married my reasoning
When urges defines my will
A single mind was born
Hysterical
— Fostering frenzied desire
And I scratched till I bleed
Sated yet discontented
And it starts all over
Again
— Greed married my reasoning
#obsession
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Beyondbroken88
Poem Published
20th Oct 2019 3:17am
20th Oct 2019 3:17am
Painter
Paint my body with your love
Use me as inspiration
I want to be your vision
Of the confusing balance of good and bad
My perfect moments tarnished by my imperfections
My flaws dulled by my perfection
Causing you to fall in love with my flowers
And ignore my thorns
Use me as inspiration
I want to be your vision
Of the confusing balance of good and bad
My perfect moments tarnished by my imperfections
My flaws dulled by my perfection
Causing you to fall in love with my flowers
And ignore my thorns
#love
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2 Comments
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
9th Nov 2019 4:37am
9th Nov 2019 4:37am
Conceptual
Roots made me weep,
Believed to be in control,
of my “forte”, exceedingly,
Ecstasy to blotch,
Emerged to be supreme,
Concealed by means,
Of a gaze in a screen play,
Played by mind’s instinct,
I explored,
......I fell in and I fell out…
My drive to live,
To gasp, to adore
Is not tagged as “wind back”
As i “onward”
To coincide
A glimpse of benefit,
Expanded wits to script,
Dazzling amid proses
He uttered ,
and,
told me,
Interesting indeed, but
attractively...
Believed to be in control,
of my “forte”, exceedingly,
Ecstasy to blotch,
Emerged to be supreme,
Concealed by means,
Of a gaze in a screen play,
Played by mind’s instinct,
I explored,
......I fell in and I fell out…
My drive to live,
To gasp, to adore
Is not tagged as “wind back”
As i “onward”
To coincide
A glimpse of benefit,
Expanded wits to script,
Dazzling amid proses
He uttered ,
and,
told me,
Interesting indeed, but
attractively...
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
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FeNyX
Poem Published
6th Jan 2021 11:31am
6th Jan 2021 11:31am
Fighting The Feeling You Wont Let Yourself Feel Or Words That WIll Follow You To Infinity And Beyond
I already wrote this poem
And that poem
And that write
And the other one
Twist them
Bend them
Spindle them
Desecrate them
Make them up
Spell them wrong
Mix them around
Write a new song
Whistle them
Bleed them
Cover them
Delete them
When you close your eyes
They're still there
When you close your mind
They're still there
When you close your soul
They keep knockin on your doors
...
And that poem
And that write
And the other one
Twist them
Bend them
Spindle them
Desecrate them
Make them up
Spell them wrong
Mix them around
Write a new song
Whistle them
Bleed them
Cover them
Delete them
When you close your eyes
They're still there
When you close your mind
They're still there
When you close your soul
They keep knockin on your doors
...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
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