Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself - Friendly feedback has been requested for these poems.
Bpd
Poem Published
Today 3:26pm
Today 3:26pm
Silent and so so hurting
Silent and hurting
She was gang raped at 14
Had a baby girl child
The child was adopted
35 xmas and birthdays came and went
The girl now a woman
Started to ask about her biological parents
As one does !
The only gift I could offer her
Was my non exsistance
To safe her innocence
For had she known the truth
Her life too would be ruined
Sometimes doing the wrong thing
Is right :/
She was gang raped at 14
Had a baby girl child
The child was adopted
35 xmas and birthdays came and went
The girl now a woman
Started to ask about her biological parents
As one does !
The only gift I could offer her
Was my non exsistance
To safe her innocence
For had she known the truth
Her life too would be ruined
Sometimes doing the wrong thing
Is right :/
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Bpd
Poem Published
Today 8:54am
Today 8:54am
I am going to f**king write about it !!
9 reads
6 Comments
StarliteStarfright
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:28pm
Yesterday 1:28pm
Prisoner of Politeness
All this pointless talk
let’s just drown in useless chatter
Chain me up with your false pretense
let’s pretend that my opinions matter
Let’s laugh together through gritted teeth
smack me with small talk like your friend
When all the while, doused with a smile,
you’re waiting for this interaction to end
I’m just a prisoner of politeness
A maid of social graces
It’s easy to slither through the crowd
Observe a million smiling faces
Look closer now, don’t be scared,
those teeth aren’t smiling at...
let’s just drown in useless chatter
Chain me up with your false pretense
let’s pretend that my opinions matter
Let’s laugh together through gritted teeth
smack me with small talk like your friend
When all the while, doused with a smile,
you’re waiting for this interaction to end
I’m just a prisoner of politeness
A maid of social graces
It’s easy to slither through the crowd
Observe a million smiling faces
Look closer now, don’t be scared,
those teeth aren’t smiling at...
33 reads
5 Comments
samael
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:08pm
Yesterday 12:08pm
The architect has come home
so i return
back to the dream world i built years ago
in paper
yellow #2 lead pencil with crayons
pen
hanging upside down in my seat in 4th grade
so the blood would rush to my head
the stick on pencil erasers i drew faces and played war with
memories of the cityscapes from my mind
see i thought i built it for her
and part of it i did
but we're constantly adding on
growing every day with every moment and idea
the first girl Emily i had a crush on
my huffy bicycle i traded for a porno mag in 3rd grade
that time i got...
back to the dream world i built years ago
in paper
yellow #2 lead pencil with crayons
pen
hanging upside down in my seat in 4th grade
so the blood would rush to my head
the stick on pencil erasers i drew faces and played war with
memories of the cityscapes from my mind
see i thought i built it for her
and part of it i did
but we're constantly adding on
growing every day with every moment and idea
the first girl Emily i had a crush on
my huffy bicycle i traded for a porno mag in 3rd grade
that time i got...
18 reads
2 Comments
bsingh
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:08pm
Yesterday 12:08pm
MY INSPIRER
MY INSPIRER,
You are my good luck
Dreams of life
Art in my luck
Every corner you stood by
To awaken my luck
I do not know who you are
You console my luck
I have nothing to bring you
I’m miles away
You have been with me
To be my good luck
Dr. Baljit Singh
Friday 12th October 2012
You are my good luck
Dreams of life
Art in my luck
Every corner you stood by
To awaken my luck
I do not know who you are
You console my luck
I have nothing to bring you
I’m miles away
You have been with me
To be my good luck
Dr. Baljit Singh
Friday 12th October 2012
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StarliteStarfright
Poem Published
16th Oct 2017 5:20pm
16th Oct 2017 5:20pm
My Mistake
My first mistake
was thinking that I could
give you this life,
so pure and so good
My second mistake
was all the love and the hope
I pour my heart into you
thinking you can cope
My third mistake
was not being honest with you
about life being too hard
I don’t want to see it through
But my best mistake
ironically, was you
You’re all that I live for
even when my words aren’t true.
was thinking that I could
give you this life,
so pure and so good
My second mistake
was all the love and the hope
I pour my heart into you
thinking you can cope
My third mistake
was not being honest with you
about life being too hard
I don’t want to see it through
But my best mistake
ironically, was you
You’re all that I live for
even when my words aren’t true.
27 reads
2 Comments
MichaelMorgue
Poem Published
16th Oct 2017 9:21am
16th Oct 2017 9:21am
I am.
I am tired. I am worn. I am drained.
I am here. I am alive. I am surviving.
I am tired.
I am here. I am alive. I am surviving.
I am tired.
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brokentitanium
Poem Published
16th Oct 2017 3:12am
16th Oct 2017 3:12am
#MeToo?
The number of things I've started to write
and then erased
trying to decide if this hashtag applies to me....
The hours I've spent feeling ashamed and confused
by the prospect that it might
or maybe might not....
If I didn't try to stop it
if I was too young and scared
if I craved the attention
enough to allow the form it took....
Does my experience count as
"Me Too"?
and then erased
trying to decide if this hashtag applies to me....
The hours I've spent feeling ashamed and confused
by the prospect that it might
or maybe might not....
If I didn't try to stop it
if I was too young and scared
if I craved the attention
enough to allow the form it took....
Does my experience count as
"Me Too"?
27 reads
4 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
15th Oct 2017 7:55pm
15th Oct 2017 7:55pm
Walking and Talking to My Mom Today
23 reads
2 Comments
heyycyanides
Poem Published
15th Oct 2017 1:45pm
15th Oct 2017 1:45pm
Hey I f**king tried, okay?
Some days are better than the others.
Some are no different from the last.
Some days you wake up and you know everything will go wrong
and then there is that day when you will surprise yourself
because not all days can be bad as you always expect it to be.
and that is the secret isn’t it?
to take it day by day.
Think ‘today’s gonna be better than yesterday’ or
‘today I am one day further from that one day I am trying to forget’
or ‘today can be the day that will change the days to come’
and today is the day when I am...
Some are no different from the last.
Some days you wake up and you know everything will go wrong
and then there is that day when you will surprise yourself
because not all days can be bad as you always expect it to be.
and that is the secret isn’t it?
to take it day by day.
Think ‘today’s gonna be better than yesterday’ or
‘today I am one day further from that one day I am trying to forget’
or ‘today can be the day that will change the days to come’
and today is the day when I am...
27 reads
1 Comment
Poetryman
Poem Published
15th Oct 2017 8:53am
15th Oct 2017 8:53am
Hammer of the godZ
You dare to ask why I write life into poetry?
Isn't it obvious, to create a self-image for all to see
Mjolnir in my hand brings forth the living lightning
Making rhymes for those in search of enlightening
Etch with your razor's edge, letters upon the writing-block
Paint for them your vision of the coming Ragnarock
Burn my demands in Commandments perfectly unclear
In songs tenfold for the stubborn deaf ear to hear
For there be Hella to pay and even more to fear
When the final stanza drips one last crimson tear
My word echoes under...
Isn't it obvious, to create a self-image for all to see
Mjolnir in my hand brings forth the living lightning
Making rhymes for those in search of enlightening
Etch with your razor's edge, letters upon the writing-block
Paint for them your vision of the coming Ragnarock
Burn my demands in Commandments perfectly unclear
In songs tenfold for the stubborn deaf ear to hear
For there be Hella to pay and even more to fear
When the final stanza drips one last crimson tear
My word echoes under...
34 reads
5 Comments
WhiteHeartWayne
Poem Published
15th Oct 2017 7:44am
15th Oct 2017 7:44am
It's ok full stop
IT'S OK FULL STOP
It is OK, full stop, it's not nice but that was then
It is OK now, and surely not worth reliving again
I can believe, I will fail, but I can achieve,
My dreams, my grail my trick up the sleeve
I can believe, excepting my failings will relieve
My demons expectation on my self belief
It is OK, you will be acknowledged my broken fellow
It is OK, your part of me now I see you make me whole
It's ok, full stop, I've expanded my jigsaw
It's no painting, but certainly no eye sore
It is OK, right now right here it's ...
It is OK, full stop, it's not nice but that was then
It is OK now, and surely not worth reliving again
I can believe, I will fail, but I can achieve,
My dreams, my grail my trick up the sleeve
I can believe, excepting my failings will relieve
My demons expectation on my self belief
It is OK, you will be acknowledged my broken fellow
It is OK, your part of me now I see you make me whole
It's ok, full stop, I've expanded my jigsaw
It's no painting, but certainly no eye sore
It is OK, right now right here it's ...
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