Self Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
Today 5:02am
Today 5:02am
Something or Other.
I'm always at my best.
By myself.
And, if you plumb these.
Fathomless depths.
Of my inner life.
You'll find all of my.
Hyperbole.
I use to comfort me.
I coulda been something better.
Than a failed poet.
Who never wrote a good word.
At least I like to think I tried.
But, really.
I was just screaming at myself.
An empty head full of pointlessness.
Facts, theories, ideas.
Tepid facile fraudulent half thought out fantasies.
And, my friend.
If you find yourself in my...
By myself.
And, if you plumb these.
Fathomless depths.
Of my inner life.
You'll find all of my.
Hyperbole.
I use to comfort me.
I coulda been something better.
Than a failed poet.
Who never wrote a good word.
At least I like to think I tried.
But, really.
I was just screaming at myself.
An empty head full of pointlessness.
Facts, theories, ideas.
Tepid facile fraudulent half thought out fantasies.
And, my friend.
If you find yourself in my...
#anxiety
#bittersweet
#confusion
15 reads
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olliec
Oliver Cocks
Oliver Cocks
Poem Published
Today 4:41am
Today 4:41am
Ego Found
I sought you, looked for you
in strange places, while I decayed
My ego
The wholeness of my self
The fullness of my being
And now, I stride, and sing,
and gaze, chuffed, at mirrors
in strange places, while I decayed
My ego
The wholeness of my self
The fullness of my being
And now, I stride, and sing,
and gaze, chuffed, at mirrors
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
14 reads
0 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:16am
Yesterday 9:16am
Metronome
You are my metronome
I’m a beat off and i swim in my head
Your steady rhythm puts me back into
Real that I should pay attention to
You are the dorsal fin you keep me straight
I’m into my own beat just a beat off
Living in my truths that I lie to me
I come back to you you set the rhythm
The rhythm between me and you and then some
Metronome ticks within me now
You set the rhythm I lay it down
Rhythm and rhyme and why r h y
You take me back into myself ...
I’m a beat off and i swim in my head
Your steady rhythm puts me back into
Real that I should pay attention to
You are the dorsal fin you keep me straight
I’m into my own beat just a beat off
Living in my truths that I lie to me
I come back to you you set the rhythm
The rhythm between me and you and then some
Metronome ticks within me now
You set the rhythm I lay it down
Rhythm and rhyme and why r h y
You take me back into myself ...
#honesty
#lyrics
#motivational
#music
#support
30 reads
0 Comments
Eerie
Poem Published
10th Mar 2022 11:50pm
10th Mar 2022 11:50pm
She Rises
I am viscera slipping through
her moon of half-crested belly.
Limbs bend in archaic archetypes:
her skin slack in gray folds.
White hair spread across remnants
of golden crop, weathered by frosted kiss.
Quiet hush settles across her every
fret and fear of tomorrow.
Mind and body become ash—
Spirit released into new flames.
her moon of half-crested belly.
Limbs bend in archaic archetypes:
her skin slack in gray folds.
White hair spread across remnants
of golden crop, weathered by frosted kiss.
Quiet hush settles across her every
fret and fear of tomorrow.
Mind and body become ash—
Spirit released into new flames.
#rebirth
678 reads
11 Comments
SeaCat
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 11:51pm
19th Nov 2024 11:51pm
Alien
It’s a seed sprouting,
a cold plant, spreading like a misty
forget-me-not.
When the familiar becomes thin, veiled
without colour or substance.
Far-off, disconnected,
as if I had been transported, between
blinks, to a pale Andromedean planet
with unfathomable languages and unrecognisable shapes.
The grass is green, but
not. The sky is blue, but not. The sun shines hot
but with a stony face.
Everything orbits a glowing abyss ,
and distant events and...
a cold plant, spreading like a misty
forget-me-not.
When the familiar becomes thin, veiled
without colour or substance.
Far-off, disconnected,
as if I had been transported, between
blinks, to a pale Andromedean planet
with unfathomable languages and unrecognisable shapes.
The grass is green, but
not. The sky is blue, but not. The sun shines hot
but with a stony face.
Everything orbits a glowing abyss ,
and distant events and...
#bittersweet
#memories
#nostalgia #separation
#nostalgia #separation
30 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 9:36pm
19th Nov 2024 9:36pm
Belonging
Navigating the new and ancient friend zone.
Piloting through skies with flying drones.
Lost in the intrigues of a drama of thrones.
Deflecting the impact of sticks and stones.
Remembering the friends, here and gone,
their laughter echoes, lives like dawn.
In these realms of heart and fantasy
w chart our paths, uniquely our own.
With courage to face what may come
and the strength to turn the unknown into home.
The bonds we share, forever strong.
In our hearts, they forever belong.
Piloting through skies with flying drones.
Lost in the intrigues of a drama of thrones.
Deflecting the impact of sticks and stones.
Remembering the friends, here and gone,
their laughter echoes, lives like dawn.
In these realms of heart and fantasy
w chart our paths, uniquely our own.
With courage to face what may come
and the strength to turn the unknown into home.
The bonds we share, forever strong.
In our hearts, they forever belong.
#BestFriend
#friendship
#honesty
#LifeCycle
#love
26 reads
6 Comments
Northern1
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 8:16pm
19th Nov 2024 8:16pm
Take Hold
Let my world give way to fantasy land
Let me slip into sweetest dreams
Let me delve deep into a lyrical band
Let me forget how my world seems
Allow me to embrace beauty around
Allow me a song and your dance
Allow me to immerse in colors abound
Allow me to forget happenstance
Make me think of positive things
Make me become your child
Make me believe that I have wings
Make me deny that I am defiled
Hold me close in your arms
Hold me until I may sleep
Hold...
Let me slip into sweetest dreams
Let me delve deep into a lyrical band
Let me forget how my world seems
Allow me to embrace beauty around
Allow me a song and your dance
Allow me to immerse in colors abound
Allow me to forget happenstance
Make me think of positive things
Make me become your child
Make me believe that I have wings
Make me deny that I am defiled
Hold me close in your arms
Hold me until I may sleep
Hold...
#dreams
#hope
#MovingOn #regret
#MovingOn #regret
38 reads
2 Comments
LennyBlue
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 1:38pm
19th Nov 2024 1:38pm
I’m Going To Die of Lung Cancer
Woke up dreams in my head
I didn't realize I was dead.
In the dream, I was three,
Why’s that lady touching me?
Then i was a eight years old,
blood dripping in dirty white snow.
Laying on Doctor Dubins table,
Stiching my nose, staying quite stable.
At thirteen became a man,
Parents fighting, couldn't understand.
Dad walks out it was winter,
He would never come back for mom’s dinner.
Made it into an art high school,
Played harmonica , felt so cool.
Loved girls, but they didnt love me,
Played my music felt lonely. ...
I didn't realize I was dead.
In the dream, I was three,
Why’s that lady touching me?
Then i was a eight years old,
blood dripping in dirty white snow.
Laying on Doctor Dubins table,
Stiching my nose, staying quite stable.
At thirteen became a man,
Parents fighting, couldn't understand.
Dad walks out it was winter,
He would never come back for mom’s dinner.
Made it into an art high school,
Played harmonica , felt so cool.
Loved girls, but they didnt love me,
Played my music felt lonely. ...
#abuse
#cancer
#death
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
30 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 10:58am
19th Nov 2024 10:58am
Stars
In the night sky's vast incandescence.
Stars whisper secrets of wind presence.
Dreams ignite with hopeful persistence.
Guiding hearts with gentle fluorescence.
Stars whisper secrets of wind presence.
Dreams ignite with hopeful persistence.
Guiding hearts with gentle fluorescence.
#anxiety
#dreams
#night
#stars
#storm
35 reads
6 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 7:04am
19th Nov 2024 7:04am
Killing Time
As fatal as a game of Russian Roulette
High speed velocity shot from a cannon
Behind the wheel of my prized Corvette
Humming along to the spirt of Rhiannon
Adrenaline junkie with a need for speed
Passing all other cars along the highway
Success in life happens when in the lead
Killing time with my small-block Chevrolet
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2024
High speed velocity shot from a cannon
Behind the wheel of my prized Corvette
Humming along to the spirt of Rhiannon
Adrenaline junkie with a need for speed
Passing all other cars along the highway
Success in life happens when in the lead
Killing time with my small-block Chevrolet
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2024
#cars
65 reads
15 Comments
Alois_inwriting02
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 5:35am
19th Nov 2024 5:35am
el Corrido de una joven Pendejo
A hurricane of hatred;
naïve, indignant rebellion left
what's left
high and
dry— stranded on a foggy
sea.
An all consuming misery
without vector.
barely surviving on a
dwindling,
rationed hope of concinnity.
I lie asleep yet in ever crescendoing
conscious agony.
Head now spinning,
ensnared in a web of my own
spinning.
Refuges of repose turned stale;
sterile with the spinning of the
world.
Warm, disorienting prison
edified upon shifting sands stands,
still.
...
naïve, indignant rebellion left
what's left
high and
dry— stranded on a foggy
sea.
An all consuming misery
without vector.
barely surviving on a
dwindling,
rationed hope of concinnity.
I lie asleep yet in ever crescendoing
conscious agony.
Head now spinning,
ensnared in a web of my own
spinning.
Refuges of repose turned stale;
sterile with the spinning of the
world.
Warm, disorienting prison
edified upon shifting sands stands,
still.
...
#bittersweet
#escape
#fate #temptation
#fate #temptation
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Koulouri
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 1:25am
19th Nov 2024 1:25am
And Sometimes It Rains
I've come to relish the moments I am sickly.
This is not to say that I enjoy being sick.
I think,
those are times when I feel the most I have felt.
That moment,
right after the bile hits the back of the bin.
I feel alive.
I feel real.
I am reminded that bad things are followed by good.
And all my thoughts,
And all my actions,
never mattered,
because they finally brought me here,
to this moment,
where I am curled up,
on the bathroom's tile floor,
the coolness battling the...
This is not to say that I enjoy being sick.
I think,
those are times when I feel the most I have felt.
That moment,
right after the bile hits the back of the bin.
I feel alive.
I feel real.
I am reminded that bad things are followed by good.
And all my thoughts,
And all my actions,
never mattered,
because they finally brought me here,
to this moment,
where I am curled up,
on the bathroom's tile floor,
the coolness battling the...
#healing
#illness
#LifeStruggles #rain
#LifeStruggles #rain
33 reads
3 Comments
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