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Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
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Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
Today 8:13pm
Today 8:13pm
Endless Bus Stop
In a risk not worth taking
In gear one, I ignited and took the road with some folks
Road too poor with huge bumps
In gear two, I drove into many corners
Too fast over speeding making jumps
Riding unsteadily changing gears non stop
Among the people riding along with me in a Toyota bus who took some turns on the steering wheel
Not one of us know how anyone among us feels
We discussed and finally decided to reach an endless bus stop
Beyond any reasonable doubt the costs are higher
I went out with my...
In gear one, I ignited and took the road with some folks
Road too poor with huge bumps
In gear two, I drove into many corners
Too fast over speeding making jumps
Riding unsteadily changing gears non stop
Among the people riding along with me in a Toyota bus who took some turns on the steering wheel
Not one of us know how anyone among us feels
We discussed and finally decided to reach an endless bus stop
Beyond any reasonable doubt the costs are higher
I went out with my...
#courage
#respect
#strength
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3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
Today 4:15pm
Today 4:15pm
No Title.
It's so funny how you think you can see me
But I bleed before a crowd
They wade through my blood
Blame it on the flood
I am unseen
As they walk through me
I am a ghost
In the host of dead believers
But I bleed before a crowd
They wade through my blood
Blame it on the flood
I am unseen
As they walk through me
I am a ghost
In the host of dead believers
#emptiness
#ghosts
#ignorance
#rejection
#war
19 reads
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
Today 3:06am
Today 3:06am
List Number Something: Words I Hate
1. Cremains. Please save such sporty word fusions for the likes of 'J Lo' or ;bronde' not what is leftover from the immolation of an adored one. Additionally, cremains sounds like macaroni. Wasn't there a brand
of macaroni called creamettes? No to "creamins". A thousand times no.
2. Moist. Yeah, I know. You hate it too. Let's form a Moist Haters club.
3. Classy: If you call yourself classy, you're not.
4. Spendy. Tacky way of saying expensive
5. Supper. Don't ask me why. Unless it's a light evening meal taking...
of macaroni called creamettes? No to "creamins". A thousand times no.
2. Moist. Yeah, I know. You hate it too. Let's form a Moist Haters club.
3. Classy: If you call yourself classy, you're not.
4. Spendy. Tacky way of saying expensive
5. Supper. Don't ask me why. Unless it's a light evening meal taking...
#PowerOfWords
33 reads
8 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:56pm
Yesterday 11:56pm
blood and ink/monster and poet
I remember what you did
in all those nameless bars
shakin…sweatin…
thru another blackout sunrise
remember how steady your hands were
pourin shots while she packed
while she walked out
and took the kids
but do you remember moonlight
and how it danced across broken glass
how you watched dawn paint gold
across your wreckage
felt the touch of sunlight
and how it could turn shame into resurrection?
I remember when
you’d trade one darkness for another
when you found new warm bodies
to numb the cold ...
in all those nameless bars
shakin…sweatin…
thru another blackout sunrise
remember how steady your hands were
pourin shots while she packed
while she walked out
and took the kids
but do you remember moonlight
and how it danced across broken glass
how you watched dawn paint gold
across your wreckage
felt the touch of sunlight
and how it could turn shame into resurrection?
I remember when
you’d trade one darkness for another
when you found new warm bodies
to numb the cold ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#bipolar
#healing
#PersonalGrowth
41 reads
6 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:26pm
Yesterday 11:26pm
follow me into the storm
the wind speaks of lettin go
in the language of the broken
promisin to scatter these bones
like the last notes of a storm
fadin into thunder
mother nature opens her arms
in a way that my mother never did
offerin shelter in the chaos
peace in the destruction
rest in her wild heart
each breath a step closer
to the quiet center
where stars hang too low
and the moon splits the clouds
where the sky bleeds into the horizon
and lightnin makes promises
that the rain never intended to keep
where darkness drifts in ...
in the language of the broken
promisin to scatter these bones
like the last notes of a storm
fadin into thunder
mother nature opens her arms
in a way that my mother never did
offerin shelter in the chaos
peace in the destruction
rest in her wild heart
each breath a step closer
to the quiet center
where stars hang too low
and the moon splits the clouds
where the sky bleeds into the horizon
and lightnin makes promises
that the rain never intended to keep
where darkness drifts in ...
#bipolar
#depression
#shadows
29 reads
2 Comments
Shon
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:01pm
Yesterday 10:01pm
Tumbling Object
Oooops slip and fumble.
My hand reaches to catch it.
Tumbling out of my grasp.
In slow motion I watch it fall.
Through its parabolic arc.
I see the images as it rotates down.
Recognising it as a Favorited mug.
Emotional attachment floods over me.
Iridescence warm feelings as well.
Memories strolling home.
Via the park behind her home.
Were I found this now spinning mug.
First a ping, which sounded ok.
Then a bounce, followed by a thud.
A resounding crack, not so good.
Several other...
My hand reaches to catch it.
Tumbling out of my grasp.
In slow motion I watch it fall.
Through its parabolic arc.
I see the images as it rotates down.
Recognising it as a Favorited mug.
Emotional attachment floods over me.
Iridescence warm feelings as well.
Memories strolling home.
Via the park behind her home.
Were I found this now spinning mug.
First a ping, which sounded ok.
Then a bounce, followed by a thud.
A resounding crack, not so good.
Several other...
#emotions
#MovingOn
#TimeHeals
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oskar
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:18pm
Yesterday 8:18pm
newness
Newness
she walks slow
I sit on a bench
waiting for her
in cracks I see
the beginning
of newness
among fag butts
office worker
sits here when
there is a break
today is sunny
I face the new sun
she catches up
sits slowly down
and speaks
we need a new kitchen
she walks slow
I sit on a bench
waiting for her
in cracks I see
the beginning
of newness
among fag butts
office worker
sits here when
there is a break
today is sunny
I face the new sun
she catches up
sits slowly down
and speaks
we need a new kitchen
#admiration
#courage
#emotions #forgiveness
#emotions #forgiveness
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missjem56
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:59pm
Yesterday 3:59pm
Awash With Chocolate!
Sat
upon
my
shelf
Tinned
chocolate
custard
I
could
bathe
in
it!
by Jemia
upon
my
shelf
Tinned
chocolate
custard
I
could
bathe
in
it!
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#love #passion
#love #passion
18 reads
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Johnny_Silver
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:41am
Yesterday 8:41am
Grey
In the midst of all this grey
I'm growing colder every day
Feeling smaller than before
Don't know what I'm living for
I am lost in endless crowd
Never seen and never found
Nameless face in joyless place
Just a body taking space
Innocence has taken flight
Along with all I thought was right
I am losing sight of light
Lose myself in endless night
Robbed of comfort, stolen truth
Memory scrambled and confused
Forgotten love from long ago
You'll forget me too, I know
Life is pain and death's...
I'm growing colder every day
Feeling smaller than before
Don't know what I'm living for
I am lost in endless crowd
Never seen and never found
Nameless face in joyless place
Just a body taking space
Innocence has taken flight
Along with all I thought was right
I am losing sight of light
Lose myself in endless night
Robbed of comfort, stolen truth
Memory scrambled and confused
Forgotten love from long ago
You'll forget me too, I know
Life is pain and death's...
#dark
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
#sadness
39 reads
0 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:17am
Yesterday 00:17am
I choose my nightmares wisely
the doctor writes me a script
for one of the few drugs I’m not on
and I need them to stop this—
the silver shivers
the waves of nausea that journey
volatile seas in inadequate rafts
sometimes I wonder if life
would be different without pills
as I take stock of my body
how I lay at a 45 degree angle
feeling as if the bed is a millstone
nightly grinding away parts
of my life and my spine
how the atrophy in my muscles
is setting in, and I feel it every time
I...
for one of the few drugs I’m not on
and I need them to stop this—
the silver shivers
the waves of nausea that journey
volatile seas in inadequate rafts
sometimes I wonder if life
would be different without pills
as I take stock of my body
how I lay at a 45 degree angle
feeling as if the bed is a millstone
nightly grinding away parts
of my life and my spine
how the atrophy in my muscles
is setting in, and I feel it every time
I...
#illness
#nightmares
#SelfReflection #StreamOfConsciousness
#SelfReflection #StreamOfConsciousness
60 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:02am
Yesterday 00:02am
I'm alive
Take this loneliness
and fuck it all the way to hell
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I forgot what it was to feel
I forgot what it was to see
this morning hits
like a lover's caress
taking me to the edge of wonder
I'm alive
for just a little while
I'm alive
until the storm clouds in my head
bloom into the light of everything
and it feels like I'm dying again
But I'm not dead
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
And I want to hold onto that wonder
that somehow...
and fuck it all the way to hell
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I forgot what it was to feel
I forgot what it was to see
this morning hits
like a lover's caress
taking me to the edge of wonder
I'm alive
for just a little while
I'm alive
until the storm clouds in my head
bloom into the light of everything
and it feels like I'm dying again
But I'm not dead
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
And I want to hold onto that wonder
that somehow...
#depression
#hope
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
53 reads
2 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 4:48am
3rd Feb 2025 4:48am
17
Where'd you go 17
Living life at the edge
Stuck between kid and adult
Abyss looming as we teeter on the ledge
With the world in our hands
And fire in our eyes
We didn't care about apathy
As long as we got high on Friday night
Our minds spun on donut rides
In a gravel parking lot
Copping beers from the store
Hoping we didn't get caught
Speeding fast with windows down
Wind blowing through our hair
Meeting up with friends in town
Without worry or care
Come back 17
I'm lost in this...
Living life at the edge
Stuck between kid and adult
Abyss looming as we teeter on the ledge
With the world in our hands
And fire in our eyes
We didn't care about apathy
As long as we got high on Friday night
Our minds spun on donut rides
In a gravel parking lot
Copping beers from the store
Hoping we didn't get caught
Speeding fast with windows down
Wind blowing through our hair
Meeting up with friends in town
Without worry or care
Come back 17
I'm lost in this...
#apathy
#bittersweet
#memories
#nostalgia
#regret
40 reads
2 Comments
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