Self Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
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Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
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Dumbstruck
darkness draws so close
I should have something to say
still, I remain mute
.
I should have something to say
still, I remain mute
.
#death
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#emptiness
#MovingOn
#senryu
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inconvenient
emptiness has weight
it settles in my chest
pourin concrete into the places
where breath should be
this isn’t sadness
this is forgettin how to be human
while remainin inconveniently alive
it’s the ache in my bones
the quiet scream of the days
draggin like shadows
too heavy to escape
and here I am
inconvenient
it settles in my chest
pourin concrete into the places
where breath should be
this isn’t sadness
this is forgettin how to be human
while remainin inconveniently alive
it’s the ache in my bones
the quiet scream of the days
draggin like shadows
too heavy to escape
and here I am
inconvenient
#StreamOfConsciousness
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I don’t fit in
I think about the times we are in
I don’t belong don’t fit in
I was made to walk on the moors
I know this right to my core
I was meant to be wild not tame
Not like anyone else I’m not the same
No one can love like me
Without pretence so fiercely
I have always had to be strong
You can’t catch me but I’ll play along
Unless someone can keep me in check
But I have not let him dominate me yet
I don’t belong don’t fit in
I was made to walk on the moors
I know this right to my core
I was meant to be wild not tame
Not like anyone else I’m not the same
No one can love like me
Without pretence so fiercely
I have always had to be strong
You can’t catch me but I’ll play along
Unless someone can keep me in check
But I have not let him dominate me yet
#freedom
#love
#SelfDiscovery
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Writers thoughts
I write and write for hours, you see,
With ink-stained fingers, I set my thoughts free.
Words dance on paper, a rhythm, a song,
Yet silence replies, where do I belong?
The clock ticks away, as shadows grow long,
Each line that I craft, feels both weak and strong.
I pour out my heart, my dreams and my fears,
But the echo I hear just adds to my tears.
In each stanza I weave, a story untold,
Hoping for warmth, a connection to hold.
Yet the stillness surrounds me, a heavy, soft shroud,
I whisper my musings but never aloud. ...
With ink-stained fingers, I set my thoughts free.
Words dance on paper, a rhythm, a song,
Yet silence replies, where do I belong?
The clock ticks away, as shadows grow long,
Each line that I craft, feels both weak and strong.
I pour out my heart, my dreams and my fears,
But the echo I hear just adds to my tears.
In each stanza I weave, a story untold,
Hoping for warmth, a connection to hold.
Yet the stillness surrounds me, a heavy, soft shroud,
I whisper my musings but never aloud. ...
#bittersweet
#fear
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Ports In A Storm
The 'Doreen B'
A Dutch coaster
In stormy seas
Was like more a roller coaster
The bleeping toys
For buoys
Guiding lights
Until land is in sight
The fear goes
As one alights
And once again
There is earth
Beneath your feet
Another voyage
Now complete
Grateful
To find a safe port
In a storm
Something that now
Feels forlorn
No more than a wish
To avoid rotting fish
No red herrings...
by Jemia
A Dutch coaster
In stormy seas
Was like more a roller coaster
The bleeping toys
For buoys
Guiding lights
Until land is in sight
The fear goes
As one alights
And once again
There is earth
Beneath your feet
Another voyage
Now complete
Grateful
To find a safe port
In a storm
Something that now
Feels forlorn
No more than a wish
To avoid rotting fish
No red herrings...
by Jemia
#fear
#LifeAsAWriter
#sadness #sea
#sadness #sea
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Mantra of Bhaisajyaguru
Words arise, a sacred chant,
Calling from the distant void.
They capture me,
Urge me to sit, to still my breath.
The power of Sanskrit
Resonates,
Reaching deep into my soul—
The mantra of Bhaisajyaguru.
Again, the chant returns,
A whisper from the unseen realm,
Urging me to sit, to still my breath.
Even my bones, even my soul—
Renewed, restored.
Cells awaken,
Spirit transforms.
...
Calling from the distant void.
They capture me,
Urge me to sit, to still my breath.
The power of Sanskrit
Resonates,
Reaching deep into my soul—
The mantra of Bhaisajyaguru.
Again, the chant returns,
A whisper from the unseen realm,
Urging me to sit, to still my breath.
Even my bones, even my soul—
Renewed, restored.
Cells awaken,
Spirit transforms.
...
#spiritual
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Frozen in time
From my bedroom window
I look upon
Hastings castle ruins
The view from my window
The ruins appear as a
Giant sleeping Hermaphrodite
Sculptured in stone
Song:
Head, shoulders, tits, and toes
Tits, and toes
(Repeat once...)
And eyes, and ears
And penis, and nose
Head, shoulders, tits, and toes
Tits, and toes....
by Jemia
I look upon
Hastings castle ruins
The view from my window
The ruins appear as a
Giant sleeping Hermaphrodite
Sculptured in stone
Song:
Head, shoulders, tits, and toes
Tits, and toes
(Repeat once...)
And eyes, and ears
And penis, and nose
Head, shoulders, tits, and toes
Tits, and toes....
by Jemia
#funny
#LGBT
#LifeAsAWriter
#parody
#satirical
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fade
I kinda hate myself most of the time
not in dramatic ways that make good stories
just the constant background noise
of knowin exactly who I am
each breath I take feels stolen
taken from lungs more deservin of air
each heartbeat an unpaid debt
countin all of my wasted time
my touch turns the world to ash
crumblin beneath poisoned fingers
leavin nothin but gray remains
where warmth once lived
what grace there would be in vanishin
what kindness in disappearin
like nightmares with the mornin sun ...
not in dramatic ways that make good stories
just the constant background noise
of knowin exactly who I am
each breath I take feels stolen
taken from lungs more deservin of air
each heartbeat an unpaid debt
countin all of my wasted time
my touch turns the world to ash
crumblin beneath poisoned fingers
leavin nothin but gray remains
where warmth once lived
what grace there would be in vanishin
what kindness in disappearin
like nightmares with the mornin sun ...
#StreamOfConsciousness
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A Farewell to DUville Residents
within my glowing screen words take flight
the portal opens a gathering of souls
congregation of people in silent nights
weaving their worlds in soft twilight
Cryptic lines as riddles to find
philosophies that bent the mind
erotica written seductive whispers
tender and raw in inviting
verses
we wrote of love with tender grace
wove words that pined of days gone by
memories regrets passion and wishes
yet another wrote with logic firm
embrace practical truth someone's way
beautiful thoughts as gifts in...
the portal opens a gathering of souls
congregation of people in silent nights
weaving their worlds in soft twilight
Cryptic lines as riddles to find
philosophies that bent the mind
erotica written seductive whispers
tender and raw in inviting
verses
we wrote of love with tender grace
wove words that pined of days gone by
memories regrets passion and wishes
yet another wrote with logic firm
embrace practical truth someone's way
beautiful thoughts as gifts in...
#WritingPoetry
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4 Comments
NOW I KNOW (2)

#erotic
#lust
#orgasm
#seductive
#sensual
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Arrival
Its coming for me
I can see it already
The claws of despair
Will pull out my hair
And consume my being
Its coming for me
I can hear the deadly
Shriek of wrath declare
It'll drag me to its lair
And drown out my screaming
Its coming for me
I await dreadfully
Completely aware
That it was my affair
Inducing this price I'm paying
Its coming for me
I can see it already
The claws of despair
Will pull out my hair
And consume my being
Its coming for me
I can hear the deadly
Shriek of wrath declare
It'll drag me to its lair
And drown out my screaming
Its coming for me
I await dreadfully
Completely aware
That it was my affair
Inducing this price I'm paying
Its coming for me
#depression
#karma
#suicide #grief
#suicide #grief
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the inevitable you
who do you think you're foolin?
that reflection starin back at you
knows exactly who you are
knows exactly who you’ve been
progress?
just a brief intermission
let’s not pretend it’s permanent
we both know what’s comin
you can change your habits
but you can’t change what you are
a broken man with faulty wirin
programmed to self destruct
every half assed apology
every promise you didn’t keep
every relationship you set fire to
that’s the real you
they all wait for your next...
that reflection starin back at you
knows exactly who you are
knows exactly who you’ve been
progress?
just a brief intermission
let’s not pretend it’s permanent
we both know what’s comin
you can change your habits
but you can’t change what you are
a broken man with faulty wirin
programmed to self destruct
every half assed apology
every promise you didn’t keep
every relationship you set fire to
that’s the real you
they all wait for your next...
#StreamOfConsciousness
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4 Comments
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