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Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
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Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
Today 9:13pm
Today 9:13pm
Suddenly A Rush
amid the chaos
every day as
I go around about
tired of waiting,
meditating
breathing in and out
thoughts keep churning,
am I learning
anything at all?
it's just thinking
as I'm sinking
down until I fall
without violence
into silence,
to be within a hush
which ends waiting,
elevating,
suddenly a rush
of understanding
I'm a man in
somewhere seldom seen
by my thinking
as I'm sinking
into another dream...
every day as
I go around about
tired of waiting,
meditating
breathing in and out
thoughts keep churning,
am I learning
anything at all?
it's just thinking
as I'm sinking
down until I fall
without violence
into silence,
to be within a hush
which ends waiting,
elevating,
suddenly a rush
of understanding
I'm a man in
somewhere seldom seen
by my thinking
as I'm sinking
into another dream...
#SelfReflection
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
11 reads
0 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
Today 7:18pm
Today 7:18pm
Burnt out
But not faded away
#universe
#unicorns
11 reads
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S-m-sawyer
Poem Published
27th Jun 2022 6:42pm
27th Jun 2022 6:42pm
Poetry power
When I tell my friends I write poetry,
They take the piss,
they don't understand the passion., misconceptions that's its all rainbows and flowers,
not realising the dedication,
that I put in the hours.
Driven by an emotional roller coaster,
Trying to navigate through feelings.
It is like the blinkers are on and they're blind to the inspiration that consumes us all around
Profound ,hearing the words in my head without a sound.
Ink bound thoughts from things I notice like never before,
enlightened vision,
clarity sparked intuition ...
They take the piss,
they don't understand the passion., misconceptions that's its all rainbows and flowers,
not realising the dedication,
that I put in the hours.
Driven by an emotional roller coaster,
Trying to navigate through feelings.
It is like the blinkers are on and they're blind to the inspiration that consumes us all around
Profound ,hearing the words in my head without a sound.
Ink bound thoughts from things I notice like never before,
enlightened vision,
clarity sparked intuition ...
#rhyming
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness #epic
#StreamOfConsciousness #epic
66 reads
16 Comments
Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
Today 2:14pm
Today 2:14pm
Stop saying that you're me, I'm
bad
# But schizoaffective is somebody else's language not mine turn on Roosevelt should've just got a Honda crossover office Saladin
I just signal to people Yeah I heard
I say contextualize your shit as magic and grab hold of it. Understand what the realms of language have done to us and understand what language does to us
# But schizoaffective is somebody else's language not mine turn on Roosevelt should've just got a Honda crossover office Saladin
I just signal to people Yeah I heard
I say contextualize your shit as magic and grab hold of it. Understand what the realms of language have done to us and understand what language does to us
25 reads
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LtDansLegs
Jay.
Jay.
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:46pm
Yesterday 6:46pm
So it goes…
The wounds have long since healed, yet
somehow I’m still bleeding.
Pushing demons down below, they
never heed my pleading.
These eyes long since dead, merely
optics of the war machine.
Atrocities and human filth I wish
had gone unseen.”
I tried to mute the pain with drugs, and
shrugged the stark reality.
I chose the company of thugs, that
stripped me of humanity.
A total loss of self control, no longer
could I hide.
Playing with these useless fucks got me
a trip inside.
Prison sort of...
somehow I’m still bleeding.
Pushing demons down below, they
never heed my pleading.
These eyes long since dead, merely
optics of the war machine.
Atrocities and human filth I wish
had gone unseen.”
I tried to mute the pain with drugs, and
shrugged the stark reality.
I chose the company of thugs, that
stripped me of humanity.
A total loss of self control, no longer
could I hide.
Playing with these useless fucks got me
a trip inside.
Prison sort of...
#strength
#LifeStruggles
#memories
#addiction
#prison
29 reads
6 Comments
thinlane
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:05pm
Yesterday 3:05pm
Living Forever But Dead Already
I am one of the old
The sick and the weak
Trailing behind the herd
Vulnerable to attack
Waiting for COVID to come
And take me away
Or just a bad cold
That turns to pneumonia
And fills my weak lungs with fluid
Paranoia has wormed its way into my heart
I've been protected by injections
But told that the virus can still get me
So I wear my mask still
I don't go out where there will be crowds
Not even to parties
I'm too afraid
But now it has occurred to me
That I'm not living at all
I might just as well...
The sick and the weak
Trailing behind the herd
Vulnerable to attack
Waiting for COVID to come
And take me away
Or just a bad cold
That turns to pneumonia
And fills my weak lungs with fluid
Paranoia has wormed its way into my heart
I've been protected by injections
But told that the virus can still get me
So I wear my mask still
I don't go out where there will be crowds
Not even to parties
I'm too afraid
But now it has occurred to me
That I'm not living at all
I might just as well...
#fear
14 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:36am
Yesterday 10:36am
not hearing
Not hearing
The old Canadian poet of Jewish ancestry
tall and elegant, wore his hat in a jaunty slant
reminded me of Alfred, my imagined father
the poet had a winning personality.
Remember the comma, they told me and write
about love, beautiful women and wine.
I used to wear a six-pence; Alfred made fun of me
learn to play the harmonica, he said
and leave your depressing poems; that was long
time ago before the Canadian was famous.
The old Canadian poet of Jewish ancestry
tall and elegant, wore his hat in a jaunty slant
reminded me of Alfred, my imagined father
the poet had a winning personality.
Remember the comma, they told me and write
about love, beautiful women and wine.
I used to wear a six-pence; Alfred made fun of me
learn to play the harmonica, he said
and leave your depressing poems; that was long
time ago before the Canadian was famous.
#kindness
#motivational
#inspirational
#admiration
#respect
16 reads
0 Comments
allyfaye
Poem Published
29th Jun 2022 7:17am
29th Jun 2022 7:17am
Fraught
there is little purpose
if we want the body to die.
punishment is a harsh light.
fantastic methods have
taught me to relive
every bad memory,
dream every dream
like the will of god.
If your life is driven
by like a car,
don't just forget
your seat belt,
stop,
look in the rear view
mirror,
remember to crack
a window so you don't
suffocate;
don't you want to live
on the hot pavement?
the directive is clear:
it's all you have left.
the small cabin of
single...
if we want the body to die.
punishment is a harsh light.
fantastic methods have
taught me to relive
every bad memory,
dream every dream
like the will of god.
If your life is driven
by like a car,
don't just forget
your seat belt,
stop,
look in the rear view
mirror,
remember to crack
a window so you don't
suffocate;
don't you want to live
on the hot pavement?
the directive is clear:
it's all you have left.
the small cabin of
single...
#aging
22 reads
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DiesIrae
Poem Published
29th Jun 2022 6:53am
29th Jun 2022 6:53am
Grounded
Set intentions
On the eve of rain
Heaven sent
Quenched again
I dance to collect
Waters that cleanse
Encased in prism
The serum within
The found amethyst
The fount of clouds
The cards, the stars
The life abounds
In the verdancy
My spirit is found
Bonds in the paws
The blooms profound
The most practical of magics
Of hands in the earth,
The only repose known
Since the time of my birth
On the eve of rain
Heaven sent
Quenched again
I dance to collect
Waters that cleanse
Encased in prism
The serum within
The found amethyst
The fount of clouds
The cards, the stars
The life abounds
In the verdancy
My spirit is found
Bonds in the paws
The blooms profound
The most practical of magics
Of hands in the earth,
The only repose known
Since the time of my birth
#nature
#peace
#magic
36 reads
4 Comments
LightningBug
Poem Published
29th Jun 2022 1:39am
29th Jun 2022 1:39am
The Weave of It All
How I got here is nil,
Of no importance to this spill
On grounds of being emotionally ill,
I let go and let flow
Under moon glow
Beneath milky way slow
Turning on its axis of light,
Shattering perceptions of night,
Garnering moss that fights
The chill of unsettled eyes bright,
So far away from this frey,
No shield can make V-day,
Till finds a rainbow
Whose pot O gold shows
There is always life in snows -
Blanketing ground for grists
To come next seasons mist,
Lifting...
Of no importance to this spill
On grounds of being emotionally ill,
I let go and let flow
Under moon glow
Beneath milky way slow
Turning on its axis of light,
Shattering perceptions of night,
Garnering moss that fights
The chill of unsettled eyes bright,
So far away from this frey,
No shield can make V-day,
Till finds a rainbow
Whose pot O gold shows
There is always life in snows -
Blanketing ground for grists
To come next seasons mist,
Lifting...
#hope
#frustration
#LookingForLove
#bittersweet
#emotions
40 reads
2 Comments
Pretty_Vacuous
D.W.
D.W.
Poem Published
28th Jun 2022 7:29pm
28th Jun 2022 7:29pm
Dumpster Fire
I wish I could paint this catharsis abstract
but I’m not an painter
I’m a rhymer
and rhymer’s gonna rhyme
Blessed by Mother Nature
cursed by Father Time
life in pantomime
vertigo bones
no show Jones
Tilt-a-Whirl girl
spinning since the beginning
oceans away
from a sunny day
I’m buried under a mountain of insecurity
too pretty to be this ugly
it makes no never mind
I get my kicks above the waistline
artillery behind the eyes
because every-fucking-one lies
I do the best I can
with who...
but I’m not an painter
I’m a rhymer
and rhymer’s gonna rhyme
Blessed by Mother Nature
cursed by Father Time
life in pantomime
vertigo bones
no show Jones
Tilt-a-Whirl girl
spinning since the beginning
oceans away
from a sunny day
I’m buried under a mountain of insecurity
too pretty to be this ugly
it makes no never mind
I get my kicks above the waistline
artillery behind the eyes
because every-fucking-one lies
I do the best I can
with who...
#honesty
36 reads
0 Comments
RoseUponThorns
RoseThorn
RoseThorn
Poem Published
26th Jun 2022 11:46pm
26th Jun 2022 11:46pm
Thoughts #1
Girls we love for what they are; young men for what they promise to be.
Loving is a painful thrill, and not to love more painful still.
It is the one great woe of life, to feel all feeling die.
The pleasure of love is in loving.
Behold me! I am worthy!
Majesty and love do not well agree, nor do they live together.
Loving is a painful thrill, and not to love more painful still.
It is the one great woe of life, to feel all feeling die.
The pleasure of love is in loving.
Behold me! I am worthy!
Majesty and love do not well agree, nor do they live together.
#SelfReflection
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