Self Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself - Friendly feedback has been requested for these poems.
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Written by lyricalpoem5
Poem Published 28th June 2017 5:21am
Sewing is my hobby
Teaching is another thing
Explain with examples
Demos over videos
Can I do that?
Can I really do all this?
I like helping people
But what does helping people mean?
Lending a hand, being the bigger man
No
Shaking hands, taking a stand
Use your voice like you got no choice
For the people, with the people
No
Sharing and caring
Giving and recieving
Love over money
Passion, compassion
Yes, yes, yes!
But what does this all mean?
Where will this all lead? ...
Teaching is another thing
Explain with examples
Demos over videos
Can I do that?
Can I really do all this?
I like helping people
But what does helping people mean?
Lending a hand, being the bigger man
No
Shaking hands, taking a stand
Use your voice like you got no choice
For the people, with the people
No
Sharing and caring
Giving and recieving
Love over money
Passion, compassion
Yes, yes, yes!
But what does this all mean?
Where will this all lead? ...
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sidewalk chalk
Written by FromTheAsh
Poem Published 27th June 2017 3:24pm
I find it interesting
when sleep eludes for fear of dreaming
(you know the kind I mean)
lying awake for hours
with nothing to do but think
my mind wanders
places I normally don't allow access
its there, in those darkened alleys
I learn what I believe
and who I am
and who I want to be
when staring down in sadness
at the thick white marks remaining
chalk outlines of my innocence
looking down each pathway
of what is and what might have been
was the trade-off worth it?
in the end it always returns to yes ...
when sleep eludes for fear of dreaming
(you know the kind I mean)
lying awake for hours
with nothing to do but think
my mind wanders
places I normally don't allow access
its there, in those darkened alleys
I learn what I believe
and who I am
and who I want to be
when staring down in sadness
at the thick white marks remaining
chalk outlines of my innocence
looking down each pathway
of what is and what might have been
was the trade-off worth it?
in the end it always returns to yes ...
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round and round we go
Written by FromTheAsh
Poem Published 27th June 2017 3:13am
as the sun sinks into black
absorbed into darkness
and not coming back
heat building below the surface
a simmering cauldron
directionless
a menace of dubious purpose
shadows fall over my mind
a shroud of memories
haunting and hollow
twice buried
in ground much too shallow
not so far to claw
as they dig their way out
to crawl through my thoughts
leaving me shaking and weak
limply resigned to see it through
raise my weapons and meet the fight
you ready?
let’s do this
so I can get back to my life
absorbed into darkness
and not coming back
heat building below the surface
a simmering cauldron
directionless
a menace of dubious purpose
shadows fall over my mind
a shroud of memories
haunting and hollow
twice buried
in ground much too shallow
not so far to claw
as they dig their way out
to crawl through my thoughts
leaving me shaking and weak
limply resigned to see it through
raise my weapons and meet the fight
you ready?
let’s do this
so I can get back to my life
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Something Special
Written by standingmyground
Poem Published 27th June 2017 1:11am
over a year ago
I was having difficulties
in my life
so much so that it was affecting me
big time
I was depressed
non-commutative
short tempered
dark, dark thoughts whirled
inside my head
one morning I drug myself
out of bed
expecting yet another
dismal day
I opened the door
intending to give Zoe a walk
when something caught my eye
lying on the ground in front of the door
were two small stones
one was yellow (the smaller one)
the other was multi-colored
I picked...
I was having difficulties
in my life
so much so that it was affecting me
big time
I was depressed
non-commutative
short tempered
dark, dark thoughts whirled
inside my head
one morning I drug myself
out of bed
expecting yet another
dismal day
I opened the door
intending to give Zoe a walk
when something caught my eye
lying on the ground in front of the door
were two small stones
one was yellow (the smaller one)
the other was multi-colored
I picked...
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8 Comments
run away mind
Written by FromTheAsh
Poem Published 24th June 2017 2:56pm
the calendar keeps rolling through the days
another flips and we’re approaching that page
and this is where I flounder
you keep wanting to celebrate
another year has gone away
I get it, really
but this time of year?
all I want to do is hide
your memories see only the fun
mine?
they’re cluttered with nightmares
(a few rather nasty ones)
I know, it’s my fault I didn’t tell you
you’ve no idea what happened or how it played out
but you know, I’m sure as hell not telling you now
(or maybe I am without consciously trying) ...
another flips and we’re approaching that page
and this is where I flounder
you keep wanting to celebrate
another year has gone away
I get it, really
but this time of year?
all I want to do is hide
your memories see only the fun
mine?
they’re cluttered with nightmares
(a few rather nasty ones)
I know, it’s my fault I didn’t tell you
you’ve no idea what happened or how it played out
but you know, I’m sure as hell not telling you now
(or maybe I am without consciously trying) ...
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My tree
I am broken lost and alone trying to find my light but it's to black to see hanging from my tree with all the darkness inside me the tree is old rotten and twisted but it's been my home for as long as I know and as the devil breathes I swing in the breeze like a bad disease broken lost and alone
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Thoughts
Written by Warlord
Poem Published 24th June 2017 00:07am
Theres no point in all this sadness it's driving me insane
And these tablets don't fix all the heartache and the pain
And I know that all my problems can't be
Wished away but I still waste my time on wishing almost everyday That god will find some mercy and take these thoughts away
And these tablets don't fix all the heartache and the pain
And I know that all my problems can't be
Wished away but I still waste my time on wishing almost everyday That god will find some mercy and take these thoughts away
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My Lover and the Man in the Moon
Written by standingmyground
Poem Published 23rd June 2017 8:52pm
The moon hangs blood-red tonight.
my lover and the old man in the moon
are deep in celestial meditation.
I am the only mortal
who can see and appreciate
the mystery; her enchanted ways.
I stand very, very still
listening to the moon and my lover’s serenade.
My uttermost fears are soothed forthwith
music unlike any I have ever beheld
speaks words to moi.
With such a voice of love you cannot imagine
celestial music
my lover speaks to me, I am with...
my lover and the old man in the moon
are deep in celestial meditation.
I am the only mortal
who can see and appreciate
the mystery; her enchanted ways.
I stand very, very still
listening to the moon and my lover’s serenade.
My uttermost fears are soothed forthwith
music unlike any I have ever beheld
speaks words to moi.
With such a voice of love you cannot imagine
celestial music
my lover speaks to me, I am with...
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Welcome Back
Written by JusTim_
Poem Published 23rd June 2017 8:12pm
Welcome back to you my misery
played out for all the world to see
bright lights and caricature circling
even buzzards want a piece of me
Shifts shred the tempo shallow troubles
bellow in a chamber broken down below
emptiness echoes from beyond the mouth
with the bass a drown recluse obo hum
Moving with mountains a sound enjoyed
matted brush and worn-out weathered trails
can only guide so far missing the post
birch tree beauty notched and polished
Carry me on home Delilah
as the night wanders alone
played out for all the world to see
bright lights and caricature circling
even buzzards want a piece of me
Shifts shred the tempo shallow troubles
bellow in a chamber broken down below
emptiness echoes from beyond the mouth
with the bass a drown recluse obo hum
Moving with mountains a sound enjoyed
matted brush and worn-out weathered trails
can only guide so far missing the post
birch tree beauty notched and polished
Carry me on home Delilah
as the night wanders alone
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hey, how are you?
Written by FromTheAsh
Poem Published 23rd June 2017 12:06pm
it’s a simple question
with a complicated answer
I can see the question mark dangling in the air between us
and I want to tell the truth
to say my skin is riding hard over jagged shards
and my thoughts can’t find an outlet
so they scream all night in my head
dreams don’t even provide a respite
to tell you I can barely hear your words
above the rapid thunder of my heart
the pressure from the squeeze
sucking the breath out of me
I want to tell you there’s a cave
somewhere in a womb of deep darkness
calling out my name ...
with a complicated answer
I can see the question mark dangling in the air between us
and I want to tell the truth
to say my skin is riding hard over jagged shards
and my thoughts can’t find an outlet
so they scream all night in my head
dreams don’t even provide a respite
to tell you I can barely hear your words
above the rapid thunder of my heart
the pressure from the squeeze
sucking the breath out of me
I want to tell you there’s a cave
somewhere in a womb of deep darkness
calling out my name ...
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I Know of a Place - Villanelle
Written by standingmyground
Poem Published 23rd June 2017 2:17am
I know of a place down the road,
At the town's edge is where I go,
When I need to lighten my load.
Before my head starts to implode,
A long measured walk I take slow,
I know of a place down the road,
There are no secret, hidden codes,
But I guess it’s a riddle though,
When I need to lighten my load.
It is a place where no one goes,
My special place I feel a glow,
I know of a place down the road,
When I'm there I feel calmness flow,
Time slows down, my life it I owe,
When I need to lighten my load.
When troubles start...
At the town's edge is where I go,
When I need to lighten my load.
Before my head starts to implode,
A long measured walk I take slow,
I know of a place down the road,
There are no secret, hidden codes,
But I guess it’s a riddle though,
When I need to lighten my load.
It is a place where no one goes,
My special place I feel a glow,
I know of a place down the road,
When I'm there I feel calmness flow,
Time slows down, my life it I owe,
When I need to lighten my load.
When troubles start...
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A Day in the Life
Written by standingmyground
Poem Published 21st June 2017 9:56pm
dawning of a new day
or close of a day spent
I feel an excitement
matters not, matters not
I am but passersby
I’m here for an instant
gone for an eternity
if I think upon thought
and let it die slow death
I rob thought of substance
I walk through the swamp
a sense of quiet takes hold
what used to make me sad
I pause on my journey
find a gnarled cypress root
sit upon it
listen to nature's song
don't know how I got here
don't know how long I will stay
I enjoy the moment
as I empty my thoughts ...
or close of a day spent
I feel an excitement
matters not, matters not
I am but passersby
I’m here for an instant
gone for an eternity
if I think upon thought
and let it die slow death
I rob thought of substance
I walk through the swamp
a sense of quiet takes hold
what used to make me sad
I pause on my journey
find a gnarled cypress root
sit upon it
listen to nature's song
don't know how I got here
don't know how long I will stay
I enjoy the moment
as I empty my thoughts ...
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