Self Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
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Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself - Friendly feedback has been requested for these poems.
Juvenalis66
Poem Published
Today 2:16am
Today 2:16am
one step closer
Tears flow
as my ink
leaves a trace
of what might
be my legacy.
I finally did
what i should have
done long ago.
i've decided
that i can't bare
this day in age,
as it shatters
my will and crushes
me over and and
over again.
I want to sleep!
The long sleep
of stillness,
where time
has no end
and becomes
a usless metaphor,
a measure of
the mind,
an unfaithful
illusion.
We are dying
each day, minute
and second of our lives.
From the...
as my ink
leaves a trace
of what might
be my legacy.
I finally did
what i should have
done long ago.
i've decided
that i can't bare
this day in age,
as it shatters
my will and crushes
me over and and
over again.
I want to sleep!
The long sleep
of stillness,
where time
has no end
and becomes
a usless metaphor,
a measure of
the mind,
an unfaithful
illusion.
We are dying
each day, minute
and second of our lives.
From the...
#loneliness
#rejection
#sleep
#despair
#emptiness
25 reads
5 Comments
Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:52pm
Yesterday 3:52pm
Here We Go
An awkward stranger,
again.
Everywhere.
Same as ever was, until our marriage;
And now it's over.
Walk the streets again,
alone.
Hate this.
Can't seem to be properly queer,
but can't see straight either.
Fake, fraud, loser.
I started taking hormones today.
again.
Everywhere.
Same as ever was, until our marriage;
And now it's over.
Walk the streets again,
alone.
Hate this.
Can't seem to be properly queer,
but can't see straight either.
Fake, fraud, loser.
I started taking hormones today.
#LGBT
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0 Comments
george4man2box
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2018 11:18pm
22nd Jun 2018 11:18pm
Mine Liberal Hierarchical Goodbye Construct
Absent deliberate intervention
vis a vis suicide,
supposed "natural" longevity
of generic human primate ride
ding bareback across avast
broke back mountain minus pride
defies accurate prediction,
though hypothetical
projections can override
unknown factors, whereby
excluding misfortune nationwide
(and/or globally deadly accidents,
catastrophes, diseases, mudslide,
fatalities from gunshot, et cetera)
unexpectedly arise dismissing by landslide
mortal adversity can be generally,...
vis a vis suicide,
supposed "natural" longevity
of generic human primate ride
ding bareback across avast
broke back mountain minus pride
defies accurate prediction,
though hypothetical
projections can override
unknown factors, whereby
excluding misfortune nationwide
(and/or globally deadly accidents,
catastrophes, diseases, mudslide,
fatalities from gunshot, et cetera)
unexpectedly arise dismissing by landslide
mortal adversity can be generally,...
#atheism
#fate
#spiritual
#pagan
#philosophical
17 reads
0 Comments
george4man2box
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2018 5:13am
22nd Jun 2018 5:13am
Authenticated Addressed Partial Letter Circa 1970
Attributed To Concerned parents
of Traumatized Refugee
Dear Fred and Mary Anne MacLeod Trump...
Posthumous belated tattered letter fragment
recently discovered (liberally sprinkled with
hyperbole (presumed for greater audacious
zealousness), sans accidentally acquired
by yours truly.
Miscellaneous personal item highly valued
when thwarted from auctioneer, whose gently
persuasion collectible merchandise requisitioned,
thence keepsake property perfunctory mandatorily forfeited.
Due compensation from sole male heir...
of Traumatized Refugee
Dear Fred and Mary Anne MacLeod Trump...
Posthumous belated tattered letter fragment
recently discovered (liberally sprinkled with
hyperbole (presumed for greater audacious
zealousness), sans accidentally acquired
by yours truly.
Miscellaneous personal item highly valued
when thwarted from auctioneer, whose gently
persuasion collectible merchandise requisitioned,
thence keepsake property perfunctory mandatorily forfeited.
Due compensation from sole male heir...
#hate
#death
#shadows
#tragedy
#suffering
12 reads
0 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2018 3:34am
22nd Jun 2018 3:34am
No Fault Faded Love
I see the turmoil
limbs tucked in
the grip of tension
sick and distraught
We never chose to veer
into a union
only to dismantle
under the facade of love
It was really there
it still is
but the solution
to remove me
is a deadly test
to self define
The record skips
in each admission
that it is nothing
I have done
we are both to blame
But as I am banished
from the family home
a trial to see
if it is me
or a general disenchantment
can I ever return? ...
limbs tucked in
the grip of tension
sick and distraught
We never chose to veer
into a union
only to dismantle
under the facade of love
It was really there
it still is
but the solution
to remove me
is a deadly test
to self define
The record skips
in each admission
that it is nothing
I have done
we are both to blame
But as I am banished
from the family home
a trial to see
if it is me
or a general disenchantment
can I ever return? ...
#relationships
#breakup
30 reads
2 Comments
LunasChild8
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2018 2:08am
22nd Jun 2018 2:08am
Skin Deep
Beauty is skin deep
What matters is my soul's pure
The right one will come.
My heart beats for you
Flushing my skin a deep pink
Your touch ignites me.
I vow to be true
Put myself first before you
The rest will come soon.
Beauty is skin deep
I learned that lesson years past
I'll never forget.
What matters is my soul's pure
The right one will come.
My heart beats for you
Flushing my skin a deep pink
Your touch ignites me.
I vow to be true
Put myself first before you
The rest will come soon.
Beauty is skin deep
I learned that lesson years past
I'll never forget.
#strength
#motivational
#haiku #respect
#haiku #respect
32 reads
6 Comments
Beautifulsoul35
Poem Published
21st Jun 2018 7:13pm
21st Jun 2018 7:13pm
I AM existence
I exist in the subtleties of sound
Where the light dances between worlds
Where each touch is ecstasy
and the depths of silence
collide into beauty
And I am once again enraptured
by the ever unfolding of Life.
Where the light dances between worlds
Where each touch is ecstasy
and the depths of silence
collide into beauty
And I am once again enraptured
by the ever unfolding of Life.
#identity
#God
#meditation
33 reads
2 Comments
sigh
Poem Published
21st Jun 2018 9:14am
21st Jun 2018 9:14am
this isn't real.
he felt as if he was in a dream-no, nightmare
he tried day after day to wake up
but the reality wasn't changing
it hurts so bad
it felt as if his first love broke his heart again and again
and the days which he thought he was asleep
began to feel more real
no!
he didn't want it to be real
he wished
day after day
that he was sleeping
and he was soon to wake up
and the person he admired most
was still alive
his inspiration
his role model
was still breathing in the same oxygen that he was.
but the...
he tried day after day to wake up
but the reality wasn't changing
it hurts so bad
it felt as if his first love broke his heart again and again
and the days which he thought he was asleep
began to feel more real
no!
he didn't want it to be real
he wished
day after day
that he was sleeping
and he was soon to wake up
and the person he admired most
was still alive
his inspiration
his role model
was still breathing in the same oxygen that he was.
but the...
#sadness
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0 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
21st Jun 2018 8:59am
21st Jun 2018 8:59am
Dead People
Hopscotch jumping, skipping rope. To me the voices
of pals up the street, the sound of our shoes scraping
on the playground blacktop repeating nursery rhymes.
In my mind’s eye that echo’d in the center of my scope
With marbles & spinning tops, dodgeball in the sun,
swinging on the rings, flying high in the stirrups.
And crayons & coloring books. I didn’t know of rhyme.
Just coloring within the lines kept me out of trouble,
turning Winnie the Poo & Tigger into paper dolls.
As I grew & took to illustrating as a knee...
of pals up the street, the sound of our shoes scraping
on the playground blacktop repeating nursery rhymes.
In my mind’s eye that echo’d in the center of my scope
With marbles & spinning tops, dodgeball in the sun,
swinging on the rings, flying high in the stirrups.
And crayons & coloring books. I didn’t know of rhyme.
Just coloring within the lines kept me out of trouble,
turning Winnie the Poo & Tigger into paper dolls.
As I grew & took to illustrating as a knee...
#childhood
#memories
#freedom #art
#freedom #art
46 reads
8 Comments
Giovanni
Poem Published
21st Jun 2018 5:13am
21st Jun 2018 5:13am
Lovely Fog
Missing a person who isn't mine to miss. Dreaming about a person who isn't mine to dream about. I love this person who isn't mine to love...
#sadness
#love
#UnrequitedLove
29 reads
2 Comments
SaloKaviar
Dark Sun
Dark Sun
Poem Published
20th Jun 2018 7:11pm
20th Jun 2018 7:11pm
School Days
I remember my school days
Eyeing girls in hallways
Making bombs in chemistry
With unusual recipes
Teachers fucking hated me
Because I had a tendency
To go against conformity
What a waste of history
Pissing streams of misery
Fucked on beer and LSD
Buying dirty magazines
Wanking in the cemetery
I lost my creativity
Nobody there to mentor me
Constant negativity
Brought out the devil in me.
Eyeing girls in hallways
Making bombs in chemistry
With unusual recipes
Teachers fucking hated me
Because I had a tendency
To go against conformity
What a waste of history
Pissing streams of misery
Fucked on beer and LSD
Buying dirty magazines
Wanking in the cemetery
I lost my creativity
Nobody there to mentor me
Constant negativity
Brought out the devil in me.
#anger
#school
#frustration #disappointment
#frustration #disappointment
40 reads
6 Comments
AEMelia564
Y
Y
Poem Published
20th Jun 2018 6:32pm
20th Jun 2018 6:32pm
Trauma Eyed
Seeping through this wallpaper
Creeping into tiny corners
Door moves from its hinges
Squeeking, shaken, stale
Tasting metal in my throat
Window weeps sunset
Only I
Know
Now
I conversed with
Betrayel
Mummificating
Shame
Guilt
Withered woe
I heard you sigh
Combed my hair
Stroke but light
Through hurt
Window weeps sunrise
Only I
Know
Now
Creeping into tiny corners
Door moves from its hinges
Squeeking, shaken, stale
Tasting metal in my throat
Window weeps sunset
Only I
Know
Now
I conversed with
Betrayel
Mummificating
Shame
Guilt
Withered woe
I heard you sigh
Combed my hair
Stroke but light
Through hurt
Window weeps sunrise
Only I
Know
Now
#memories
40 reads
6 Comments
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