Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself - Friendly feedback has been requested for these poems.
eswaller
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:56pm
Yesterday 9:56pm
Let It All Out
I cannot live in a lifetime of sin and
Disappointment. I just simply want to
Hang off the ledge. I take my hand
And want to ram it into the wall. If you
Look at me like I am psycho or crazy
I do not really care because I am tired
Of being the sane one. I want the hazy
Fog to disappear. I want to get fired
Up and scream it all out until I collapse.
I want to cry until there are no more
Tears left. Maybe then the gaps
And hiccups will be gone. The door
Remains where it is. All I have to is
Step through its frame and...
Disappointment. I just simply want to
Hang off the ledge. I take my hand
And want to ram it into the wall. If you
Look at me like I am psycho or crazy
I do not really care because I am tired
Of being the sane one. I want the hazy
Fog to disappear. I want to get fired
Up and scream it all out until I collapse.
I want to cry until there are no more
Tears left. Maybe then the gaps
And hiccups will be gone. The door
Remains where it is. All I have to is
Step through its frame and...
15 reads
6 Comments
Ragnar
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:56am
Yesterday 3:56am
Wise Words.....
Wise words from my mother....
Buying something isn't going to bring you happiness.....
Becoming something will!!!
Luv u mom !!!!
Buying something isn't going to bring you happiness.....
Becoming something will!!!
Luv u mom !!!!
26 reads
14 Comments
_boybrains
Poem Published
17th Aug 2017 00:25am
17th Aug 2017 00:25am
What Remains.
An underlying
hiss I never fail to
miss, looking at me as
if i'm twenty three years of
nostalgic feelings.
A world alienating
as it is without pressing
judgements, too blind
to see I don't breathe
to your standards.
I see this path i'm
walking & it's not your
hand i'm holding, it's
only your heart that's
revolting.
hiss I never fail to
miss, looking at me as
if i'm twenty three years of
nostalgic feelings.
A world alienating
as it is without pressing
judgements, too blind
to see I don't breathe
to your standards.
I see this path i'm
walking & it's not your
hand i'm holding, it's
only your heart that's
revolting.
16 reads
2 Comments
Exquisite_Chaos
Poem Published
16th Aug 2017 10:23pm
16th Aug 2017 10:23pm
Tangled Articulation
riding upon tranquil breezes,
leaves me covered in blankets,
thick like the humidity; spine is chilled,
adrift creaking as salty beads
gather on clammy flesh, overcome by
restricted lung capacity; inches are
linked & wrapped
5 times with tips again dug in; teetering
on the brink of suffocating
words dangle from my uvula, blocked
by those trying to make an
escape, from ever being swallowed; incessantly
poked by all emotions at the entrance
of my psyche, they are forced to clutch &
sway in uncertain stance
unable...
leaves me covered in blankets,
thick like the humidity; spine is chilled,
adrift creaking as salty beads
gather on clammy flesh, overcome by
restricted lung capacity; inches are
linked & wrapped
5 times with tips again dug in; teetering
on the brink of suffocating
words dangle from my uvula, blocked
by those trying to make an
escape, from ever being swallowed; incessantly
poked by all emotions at the entrance
of my psyche, they are forced to clutch &
sway in uncertain stance
unable...
29 reads
8 Comments
LadyKilla
Poem Published
16th Aug 2017 8:47am
16th Aug 2017 8:47am
Fallen
I feel like such a fuck up
when did it all go wrong?
tried living in the moment
but the moment came and gone
a taste of normality
quickly teared away from my hands
apologies won't make things right
now all I feel is down
down, down, down
I tell myself it'll all be ok
that's just not what I believe
but maybe if I keep moving
I can prove myself wrong
wishing I could just go back
hold on tight to those that mattered
maybe they would still be here
now all I feel is down
down, down, down
every second...
when did it all go wrong?
tried living in the moment
but the moment came and gone
a taste of normality
quickly teared away from my hands
apologies won't make things right
now all I feel is down
down, down, down
I tell myself it'll all be ok
that's just not what I believe
but maybe if I keep moving
I can prove myself wrong
wishing I could just go back
hold on tight to those that mattered
maybe they would still be here
now all I feel is down
down, down, down
every second...
35 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
16th Aug 2017 00:02am
16th Aug 2017 00:02am
breathing was never the problem
I tell you I want to scream
and you tell me to breathe
like I haven't been breathing this whole time
How can I tell you to go fuck
your gentle inhales and exhales
cause I want to burn with the pain
of every moment I can't express
in whispers
Your "knuckle down
and just deal with it" philosophy
isn't helping
the divide between what I feel
and what you want me to feel
becomes a chasm I can't bridge
Your words don't wrap me up
in the warmth I need
they just make me feel more alone
in your presence ...
and you tell me to breathe
like I haven't been breathing this whole time
How can I tell you to go fuck
your gentle inhales and exhales
cause I want to burn with the pain
of every moment I can't express
in whispers
Your "knuckle down
and just deal with it" philosophy
isn't helping
the divide between what I feel
and what you want me to feel
becomes a chasm I can't bridge
Your words don't wrap me up
in the warmth I need
they just make me feel more alone
in your presence ...
40 reads
7 Comments
SweetPurgatory
Poem Published
15th Aug 2017 9:34pm
15th Aug 2017 9:34pm
The Sad Truth
Sometimes,
I've given too much of myself,
not hoping for
love in return,
not expecting anything.
While that might seem
heroic to most,
the sad truth is that
my relationship
with Dad taught me:
don't demand too much of love.
But sometimes,
it's an amazing feeling
to be with someone who
really sees
me.
With someone who
hugs my day with
ordinary, everyday
expressions of love
I''ll miss
when it's gone.
To open up and
reveal my...
I've given too much of myself,
not hoping for
love in return,
not expecting anything.
While that might seem
heroic to most,
the sad truth is that
my relationship
with Dad taught me:
don't demand too much of love.
But sometimes,
it's an amazing feeling
to be with someone who
really sees
me.
With someone who
hugs my day with
ordinary, everyday
expressions of love
I''ll miss
when it's gone.
To open up and
reveal my...
39 reads
5 Comments
AtoMikbomb
Poem Published
15th Aug 2017 8:27pm
15th Aug 2017 8:27pm
When I Remember To Remember
This broke the gray
My firstborn day
Argent shards hang
Angled height
Dancing in the skipping light
Gold gladdens
Even exposure illuminates
An easy essence in this chaste chapel
Perilous no more
Dawn sings
Down
Down beside it's tinted teeming things
Stony stains
Thinning in warming loam
Brushed by bright beams
Daylight's comb
This is not the iron
The iron I have known
My firstborn day
Argent shards hang
Angled height
Dancing in the skipping light
Gold gladdens
Even exposure illuminates
An easy essence in this chaste chapel
Perilous no more
Dawn sings
Down
Down beside it's tinted teeming things
Stony stains
Thinning in warming loam
Brushed by bright beams
Daylight's comb
This is not the iron
The iron I have known
15 reads
2 Comments
Sunwolfe1745
Poem Published
15th Aug 2017 12:30pm
15th Aug 2017 12:30pm
Tornado
My mind is like a neighborhood after the devastation of a tornado.
Silent destruction you just can't describe, broken lives strewn across the street.
You can see the quiet, orderly words meant to grace the page all tangled and mangled and torn.
I read the colloquies so well penned by others and wonder why as I try write the storms have destroyed all my lines.
I want so badly to convey the things that make me silently scream inside.
But instead I am left picking up photos and keepsakes in the early morning light.
Dreading the gales that blow and disembowel the...
Silent destruction you just can't describe, broken lives strewn across the street.
You can see the quiet, orderly words meant to grace the page all tangled and mangled and torn.
I read the colloquies so well penned by others and wonder why as I try write the storms have destroyed all my lines.
I want so badly to convey the things that make me silently scream inside.
But instead I am left picking up photos and keepsakes in the early morning light.
Dreading the gales that blow and disembowel the...
24 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
15th Aug 2017 8:33am
15th Aug 2017 8:33am
the marriage
The hotel room in St. Asaph (Wales), was damp
and smelt of spent body passion, I didn’t have a coin
for the gas metre; in the decomposing bed a woman
Snored, and from the depth of my soul
the beginning of an anguished scream.
the morning was ashen as my face and find drizzle fell.
The hotel bar was closed, I walked for bone aching
for miles while the heaven descended.
Apocalypse Now!
No such look, when the clouds parted the hills
where green with grazing sheep on.
Dear God, where were you yesterday when I married
a scullery maid,...
and smelt of spent body passion, I didn’t have a coin
for the gas metre; in the decomposing bed a woman
Snored, and from the depth of my soul
the beginning of an anguished scream.
the morning was ashen as my face and find drizzle fell.
The hotel bar was closed, I walked for bone aching
for miles while the heaven descended.
Apocalypse Now!
No such look, when the clouds parted the hills
where green with grazing sheep on.
Dear God, where were you yesterday when I married
a scullery maid,...
21 reads
1 Comment
Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
15th Aug 2017 7:20am
15th Aug 2017 7:20am
Friend unfriended
words poured like water
into a hole on the beach
castle built against the crashes
of incessant waves
these were you and I
ever daring to try again
we grew apart...
our words dried up
wishes never came true
no stars to wish upon
nothing shone for us
even then
the hole never filled
the waves never stopped
but our words were gone
silence born of indifference
outgrowing each other
the gap in between got wider
a finger snap, a decision
snipped the friend tag away
all what's left...
into a hole on the beach
castle built against the crashes
of incessant waves
these were you and I
ever daring to try again
we grew apart...
our words dried up
wishes never came true
no stars to wish upon
nothing shone for us
even then
the hole never filled
the waves never stopped
but our words were gone
silence born of indifference
outgrowing each other
the gap in between got wider
a finger snap, a decision
snipped the friend tag away
all what's left...
32 reads
4 Comments
Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
15th Aug 2017 7:16am
15th Aug 2017 7:16am
Then and Now
it started when she opened her eyes
as long as she remembered
as a child of three
who only wanted hugs
a time to tell was it
or to share the bit
where fists
connected to cheeks
the punches that left breathless
ordeal of an evening
or a kick on the midriff
as she tried to stand up
was punishment so painful
for a dropped piece of fish
or leaving the door open
on a rainy day...
she wanted to curl up and die
blood flowing off her nose
or the tingling pain
drumming her black blue face ...
as long as she remembered
as a child of three
who only wanted hugs
a time to tell was it
or to share the bit
where fists
connected to cheeks
the punches that left breathless
ordeal of an evening
or a kick on the midriff
as she tried to stand up
was punishment so painful
for a dropped piece of fish
or leaving the door open
on a rainy day...
she wanted to curl up and die
blood flowing off her nose
or the tingling pain
drumming her black blue face ...
24 reads
4 Comments
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