Self Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
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Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
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goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:03pm
Yesterday 11:03pm
out of place
sometimes
i may
seem
out
of place,
but i
feel
comfortable
where
i am.
i may
seem
out
of place,
but i
feel
comfortable
where
i am.
#freedom
#hope
#kindness
#passion
#strength
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Everavalon
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:23pm
Yesterday 12:23pm
Vintage jewels
I perplex over your wit
Fingering your words with discretion
Peeling back the layers
To unveil their meaning
Wisdom is borne of experience
The nectar of the nucleus
Spilling its liquid to cocoon your essence
It’s shimmer is raw and viscous
Your words urge me to ponder deeply
Each metaphor splayed in cloth for dissection
I feel your words in my chest
as they stumble through my spirit
Collecting meaning along the way
My ears twinge as the inner voice is echoing
Throwing noise to your walls ...
Fingering your words with discretion
Peeling back the layers
To unveil their meaning
Wisdom is borne of experience
The nectar of the nucleus
Spilling its liquid to cocoon your essence
It’s shimmer is raw and viscous
Your words urge me to ponder deeply
Each metaphor splayed in cloth for dissection
I feel your words in my chest
as they stumble through my spirit
Collecting meaning along the way
My ears twinge as the inner voice is echoing
Throwing noise to your walls ...
#SelfReflection
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2 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:25am
Yesterday 8:25am
Beyond The Stigma
Disability doesn’t come for free
It’s not free from
Ignorance
Bullying
Stress
Lack of self worth
Maybe it’s meant to be
To be a martyr
Pave the way
For those that will follow
So they won’t feel the pain
The right of acceptance is a battle
There’s no emergency here
Just a single spastic
Once stamped on
There will be no more trouble
What remains undercover
Becomes normal behaviour
It’s not free from
Ignorance
Bullying
Stress
Lack of self worth
Maybe it’s meant to be
To be a martyr
Pave the way
For those that will follow
So they won’t feel the pain
The right of acceptance is a battle
There’s no emergency here
Just a single spastic
Once stamped on
There will be no more trouble
What remains undercover
Becomes normal behaviour
#acceptance
#Autism
#bullying #disability
#bullying #disability
46 reads
8 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:10am
Yesterday 2:10am
Me Myself
I'm being me
As much as i can be
And cannot venture
In any other direction
No other expectation
Otherwise, what else
I simply cannot see
For now
And all eternity
by Jemia
As much as i can be
And cannot venture
In any other direction
No other expectation
Otherwise, what else
I simply cannot see
For now
And all eternity
by Jemia
#fate
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
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Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 3:14pm
19th Nov 2024 3:14pm
What is Grief
Grief is when you start to not care
not see the bright among the grey
when the door closes and stay shut
no feelings just the need to cut
Grief is when you choke on your words
your throat close up and shut out air
pain in your joints sharply going inward
you wait for nothing stillness everywhere
so what is grief
grief is when you lose yourself in losing someone
losing your thoughts in what might have been
jumping into a pinhole get buried without a marker
Grief just is.
...
not see the bright among the grey
when the door closes and stay shut
no feelings just the need to cut
Grief is when you choke on your words
your throat close up and shut out air
pain in your joints sharply going inward
you wait for nothing stillness everywhere
so what is grief
grief is when you lose yourself in losing someone
losing your thoughts in what might have been
jumping into a pinhole get buried without a marker
Grief just is.
...
#grief
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4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 1:29pm
19th Nov 2024 1:29pm
Imagination or Dreams
Imagination or dreams and illusions of souls in flight
and voices where they don't belong. Fairytales of
kings and queens and making wishes beyond our
reach, closing my eyes, and gleaning lessons from
poetry and books, and in silence, be whoever I want
to be.
and voices where they don't belong. Fairytales of
kings and queens and making wishes beyond our
reach, closing my eyes, and gleaning lessons from
poetry and books, and in silence, be whoever I want
to be.
#dreams
#philosophical
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oskar
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 1:21pm
19th Nov 2024 1:21pm
shore leave (edited)
A boy and shore leave
The 15 years old boy was standing on the poop deck of an old tank ship
late at night, looking up at the millions of stars over
The Red Sea.
His job was to clean pots and pans in the galley ruled over by a cook
who hated the world and everybody in it.
The boy had tried to sit in the mess hall where older seamen
sat, drinking coffee and playing cards, but they had made fun of him
saying he looked like a girl the way he folded his arms.
His left nibble was swollen when he pressed on the nipple, white ...
The 15 years old boy was standing on the poop deck of an old tank ship
late at night, looking up at the millions of stars over
The Red Sea.
His job was to clean pots and pans in the galley ruled over by a cook
who hated the world and everybody in it.
The boy had tried to sit in the mess hall where older seamen
sat, drinking coffee and playing cards, but they had made fun of him
saying he looked like a girl the way he folded his arms.
His left nibble was swollen when he pressed on the nipple, white ...
#courage
#emotions
#gratitude
#kindness
#motivational
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Everavalon
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 12:27pm
19th Nov 2024 12:27pm
Idling my time
Knowing you’re unwanted is a prickly sensation.
There lay thorns at every corner; blades dig at every turn. My path, riddled with holes.
The world my mother molded for me left an odorous hue. Dense, all encompassing. The murk often blinded my eyes from finding an escape through her fissures— lined of loneliness and retraction, where her glimmer was intermittent at best.
The voice my mother left for me narrates her vibe as detached and selfish. Her crooked lips, up slightly to one side, painted her mouth in a perpetual smirk. Her grimace hid the baggage of her own...
There lay thorns at every corner; blades dig at every turn. My path, riddled with holes.
The world my mother molded for me left an odorous hue. Dense, all encompassing. The murk often blinded my eyes from finding an escape through her fissures— lined of loneliness and retraction, where her glimmer was intermittent at best.
The voice my mother left for me narrates her vibe as detached and selfish. Her crooked lips, up slightly to one side, painted her mouth in a perpetual smirk. Her grimace hid the baggage of her own...
#dark
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7 Comments
Her
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 8:16pm
18th Nov 2024 8:16pm
The Last Woman Standing
I threw your indifference into the river
Watched it float on sabotaged dreams
Then sink, chained to the anchor of my despair
I blamed you for…everything
Digested your false regret, redemption
As if it were my last supper
It was illogical where my mind took us
What was once love became rage
My need to destroy you, to destroy the image of us, was blind fury
Beware the woman made aware
The blood of our sins soaked my wild mane
I sheared it in defiance
My fists, a barrage of justified truths, assaulted...
Watched it float on sabotaged dreams
Then sink, chained to the anchor of my despair
I blamed you for…everything
Digested your false regret, redemption
As if it were my last supper
It was illogical where my mind took us
What was once love became rage
My need to destroy you, to destroy the image of us, was blind fury
Beware the woman made aware
The blood of our sins soaked my wild mane
I sheared it in defiance
My fists, a barrage of justified truths, assaulted...
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness
#strength
77 reads
21 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 11:05am
18th Nov 2024 11:05am
Seeds
Empty lines narrate this script
Shading my parchment with noise
Cumbersome lines aired unevenly
Upending the art of its poise
Muster a breath of depravity
Curtail the flesh of the moon
Stand beneath the lonesome heat
To evade the assembly in bloom
Wingless Angel flush of sable
Empty eyes deceive
Mince the words spoke not of one
To rank in death’s reprieve
Wistful bells sound for me
I am the courier of needs
I haven’t any wisdom left
I simply carry its seeds
Shading my parchment with noise
Cumbersome lines aired unevenly
Upending the art of its poise
Muster a breath of depravity
Curtail the flesh of the moon
Stand beneath the lonesome heat
To evade the assembly in bloom
Wingless Angel flush of sable
Empty eyes deceive
Mince the words spoke not of one
To rank in death’s reprieve
Wistful bells sound for me
I am the courier of needs
I haven’t any wisdom left
I simply carry its seeds
#SelfReflection
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2 Comments
nmbdedwards
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 6:32am
18th Nov 2024 6:32am
again
Another Dawn Fades to Dusk
Nightmares calling
So I rush
Through the Pain
Nightmares calling
So I rush
Through the Pain
#emptiness
#fear
#grief
41 reads
1 Comment
Da_kwesta
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 00:29am
18th Nov 2024 00:29am
Seven Years Free
I once dreamed of skies unbound,
A life where silence held no sound,
No echoes of rage, no shackles tight,
Just open doors and peaceful night.
My heart, a bird in a shadowed cage,
Longing to flee the storms of rage.
I painted dreams in midnight hues,
Of a home where love would infuse.
Seven years since I broke away,
Carved my freedom, claimed my day.
A house I call my very own,
Where laughter rings, where seeds are sown.
The past, a ghost, it haunts no more,
Its whispers lost beyond my door.
I dreamed of...
A life where silence held no sound,
No echoes of rage, no shackles tight,
Just open doors and peaceful night.
My heart, a bird in a shadowed cage,
Longing to flee the storms of rage.
I painted dreams in midnight hues,
Of a home where love would infuse.
Seven years since I broke away,
Carved my freedom, claimed my day.
A house I call my very own,
Where laughter rings, where seeds are sown.
The past, a ghost, it haunts no more,
Its whispers lost beyond my door.
I dreamed of...
#fear
#LifeGoals
#risk #sadness
#risk #sadness
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