Self Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
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Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
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Kinkpoet
Poem Published
Today 1:08am
Today 1:08am
A Life
the tragedies of his life
were cloistered
sheltered deep within his psyche
cryptic and secret
the joys of his life
were displayed
flamboyant carnival parades
complete with clowns acrobats marching bands
the loves of his life
were absolute
unconditional
doomed to failure
the point of his life
was fearless experimentation
exploration of the bizarre
and unconventional
the end of his life
was unremarkable
(C)2929 Raibeart Bruis
were cloistered
sheltered deep within his psyche
cryptic and secret
the joys of his life
were displayed
flamboyant carnival parades
complete with clowns acrobats marching bands
the loves of his life
were absolute
unconditional
doomed to failure
the point of his life
was fearless experimentation
exploration of the bizarre
and unconventional
the end of his life
was unremarkable
(C)2929 Raibeart Bruis
#happiness
#sadness
#death
16 reads
2 Comments
CosiestPrism273
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:28pm
Yesterday 11:28pm
Invisible
The truth is out there to discover
The lies you can uncover
The thoughts you can share each other
The evil you can smother
I'm not trying to create music just art
You might not think this at the start
I speak from my heart
My emotions they don't depart
I'm not rhyming because I want to rap
It's a way I can read the map
I look at my fingers and snap
Finally I can nap
Poems are thoughts you can't seem to lose
It's why you write, it's your muse
Without writing, your heart has a bruise
No chance to...
The lies you can uncover
The thoughts you can share each other
The evil you can smother
I'm not trying to create music just art
You might not think this at the start
I speak from my heart
My emotions they don't depart
I'm not rhyming because I want to rap
It's a way I can read the map
I look at my fingers and snap
Finally I can nap
Poems are thoughts you can't seem to lose
It's why you write, it's your muse
Without writing, your heart has a bruise
No chance to...
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#despair
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
29 reads
3 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:27pm
Yesterday 11:27pm
Comprehension Ascension
I Am An Artistic Gone Ballistic Word Player
Verbal Label Lay It Down Spinning Sayer
Do You Hear Not The Cage The Message
Do Not Want To Disparage Hood Rage
Letter To Letter Or Try To Make It Better
Pacesetter Still A Ever Clever Phrase Beggar
On Street In House Who You Meet When Out
Talk Hard Talk Real Who Are You What Feel
Navigate Potential As The Essential Influential
Residential Prehensile And Still Consequential
Got Plenty Of Heart Yet Still Deep Heavy Mental
Verbal Label Lay It Down Spinning Sayer
Do You Hear Not The Cage The Message
Do Not Want To Disparage Hood Rage
Letter To Letter Or Try To Make It Better
Pacesetter Still A Ever Clever Phrase Beggar
On Street In House Who You Meet When Out
Talk Hard Talk Real Who Are You What Feel
Navigate Potential As The Essential Influential
Residential Prehensile And Still Consequential
Got Plenty Of Heart Yet Still Deep Heavy Mental
#inspirational
#CallToAction
#rap #emotional
#rap #emotional
27 reads
3 Comments
TeriyakiSuicide
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:45pm
Yesterday 9:45pm
Moon from the window
I wish I could say I was the kind of child
who watched the moon from his window,
would turn toward it and wonder.
I never wondered. I read. Dark signs
that crawled towards the edge of the page.
It took me years to grow a heart
from paper and glue. All I had
was a flashlight, bright as the moon,
a white hole blazing beneath the sheets.
who watched the moon from his window,
would turn toward it and wonder.
I never wondered. I read. Dark signs
that crawled towards the edge of the page.
It took me years to grow a heart
from paper and glue. All I had
was a flashlight, bright as the moon,
a white hole blazing beneath the sheets.
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfReflection
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2 Comments
heyycyanides
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:28pm
Yesterday 7:28pm
This looming fear
I don't blame salvation for not existing,
and my head for annihilating every good thing.
It’s okay to breathe shallowly to understand
how your heart works and
to sit for hours paralyzed by the sun.
Some days I consider myself subhuman
but self-aware enough to know what not to expect.
I know my way around this city,
how to break a humming silence,
and I can fathom trees parting
without the relief of a lake.
Sometimes, I try my hardest not to cry for help.
While there are times I reserve my crying
for more irrational things,...
and my head for annihilating every good thing.
It’s okay to breathe shallowly to understand
how your heart works and
to sit for hours paralyzed by the sun.
Some days I consider myself subhuman
but self-aware enough to know what not to expect.
I know my way around this city,
how to break a humming silence,
and I can fathom trees parting
without the relief of a lake.
Sometimes, I try my hardest not to cry for help.
While there are times I reserve my crying
for more irrational things,...
#anxiety
#depression
#confessional #SelfReflection
#confessional #SelfReflection
31 reads
9 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:26pm
Yesterday 4:26pm
Blue Spell
Roses with eyes stare me down,
Eyeballs on every petal, watch me drown,
Suffocate...
In a tired, apathy of today,
An exhausting longing for yesterday,
For the overall feelings and the feelings of wonder, of my youth, of the "back-in-the-day".
For the mystery of leaving a restaurant in the evening, and looking down the darkening strip mall,
As twilight starts to wane, wondering where it goes, and what it would be like to be there at night and all.
A longing not, for a simpler time,
But for the unique, unrestricted, free, and mysterious feelings of...
Eyeballs on every petal, watch me drown,
Suffocate...
In a tired, apathy of today,
An exhausting longing for yesterday,
For the overall feelings and the feelings of wonder, of my youth, of the "back-in-the-day".
For the mystery of leaving a restaurant in the evening, and looking down the darkening strip mall,
As twilight starts to wane, wondering where it goes, and what it would be like to be there at night and all.
A longing not, for a simpler time,
But for the unique, unrestricted, free, and mysterious feelings of...
#depression
#disappointment
#emptiness #apathy
#emptiness #apathy
13 reads
0 Comments
JusTim_
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:53pm
Yesterday 3:53pm
Perception
State of perception placates
sun or moon
incubi or mindful art
dreamlike lays or lucidity
a place of rest where we are restless
turning in and tuning out
body's give but souls still shout
exuberantly in the echo chamber of the heart
arrows bent and often missed
butterflies all about
the clouds have the questions
captioned with quips
tied up and whipped
the cream always rises
it's on top
I skim the milky waters
you dipped in innocence
(k)not undone
I the moon/you the sun
sun or moon
incubi or mindful art
dreamlike lays or lucidity
a place of rest where we are restless
turning in and tuning out
body's give but souls still shout
exuberantly in the echo chamber of the heart
arrows bent and often missed
butterflies all about
the clouds have the questions
captioned with quips
tied up and whipped
the cream always rises
it's on top
I skim the milky waters
you dipped in innocence
(k)not undone
I the moon/you the sun
#love
25 reads
4 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:08pm
Yesterday 3:08pm
Profound Moment
Time weaves in and out,
Time has no constraints,
Sometimes it takes longer than others to figure things out,
My feelings were not feints,
Real as the day and night cycle,
Clear as the nose on my face.
Around, and around in my head, they did whorl,
But even though the emotions were in front of my face,
What to call them, eluded me,
I cut and pasted all these labels at a rapid fire pace,
But the glue always seemed to fail me,
Not quite in place,
It was just, not quite strong enough,
They never quite seemed to fit, ...
Time has no constraints,
Sometimes it takes longer than others to figure things out,
My feelings were not feints,
Real as the day and night cycle,
Clear as the nose on my face.
Around, and around in my head, they did whorl,
But even though the emotions were in front of my face,
What to call them, eluded me,
I cut and pasted all these labels at a rapid fire pace,
But the glue always seemed to fail me,
Not quite in place,
It was just, not quite strong enough,
They never quite seemed to fit, ...
#men
#identity
#LifeChangingMoment
#myself
#SelfReflection
15 reads
1 Comment
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:30pm
Yesterday 2:30pm
Spilled Ink
weary
she dozed
nodded
startled awake
before
she could
stop it
the inkwell fell
murky
ebon elixir
spattered
her baby blues
unnerved
she began to weep
her heart
began to seep
tears of sorrow
tears of rage
fell like rain
upon the page
(C)2020 Raibeart Bruis
she dozed
nodded
startled awake
before
she could
stop it
the inkwell fell
murky
ebon elixir
spattered
her baby blues
unnerved
she began to weep
her heart
began to seep
tears of sorrow
tears of rage
fell like rain
upon the page
(C)2020 Raibeart Bruis
#sadness
#anger
#WritingPoetry
17 reads
3 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:25am
Yesterday 5:25am
Power Exchange
i seek
only
self-control
to seek
control of another
is enormous
responsibility
however
if a seeker
who sincerely needs
my control
for their own growth
finds me and asks
i cannot deny them
i will share
my control
when one arrives
at my doorstep
to submit
wholly
without expectation
one
whose need
is to feel my power
and give theirs
to me
i will take control
wholeheartedly
it is through
another’s ...
only
self-control
to seek
control of another
is enormous
responsibility
however
if a seeker
who sincerely needs
my control
for their own growth
finds me and asks
i cannot deny them
i will share
my control
when one arrives
at my doorstep
to submit
wholly
without expectation
one
whose need
is to feel my power
and give theirs
to me
i will take control
wholeheartedly
it is through
another’s ...
#strength
#BDSM
#spiritual
26 reads
1 Comment
Blackwolf
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2020 11:05pm
23rd Feb 2020 11:05pm
Flexibility Possibility
Zero Change Shall Now Rearrange
What Has Been Shall No Longer Be
Nonsensical Become So Prophetical
Incomprehensible Become Alchemical ;
In Darkness Sings Light Born Anew
Lines Mesh Refresh The Web Askew
Symphony Imagery Fluidity Synchronicity
All This Is Makes So Much Sense To Me
What Has Been Shall No Longer Be
Nonsensical Become So Prophetical
Incomprehensible Become Alchemical ;
In Darkness Sings Light Born Anew
Lines Mesh Refresh The Web Askew
Symphony Imagery Fluidity Synchronicity
All This Is Makes So Much Sense To Me
#motivational
#inspirational
#uplifting
#learning
#MovingOn
17 reads
5 Comments
CosiestPrism273
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2020 8:43pm
23rd Feb 2020 8:43pm
Thoughts
I'm sitting here writing words on a page
I'm not a star on the stage
I'm not a magical mage
I'm just a man in a cage
The truth is I can't escape
Stuck behind the red tape
I'm a hero without a cape
I'm the window without a drape
I'm just writing my journey
But nobody ever heard me
I'm laying in a gurney
Nobody ever warned me
I'm just going to say
That it's a beautiful day
So why don't you stay
Instead you will walk away
The truth isn't ever believed ...
I'm not a star on the stage
I'm not a magical mage
I'm just a man in a cage
The truth is I can't escape
Stuck behind the red tape
I'm a hero without a cape
I'm the window without a drape
I'm just writing my journey
But nobody ever heard me
I'm laying in a gurney
Nobody ever warned me
I'm just going to say
That it's a beautiful day
So why don't you stay
Instead you will walk away
The truth isn't ever believed ...
#rhyming
39 reads
12 Comments
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