Self Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
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Postcards from the Past
wallyroo92
#family
#SelfReflection
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Ink IV
Fresh ink
deepest black
flowing from a dipped nib
glistening across the page
Reflecting light from midnight lamps
burning low
Finding my heart
bit by bit
Letting out the words
hidden away
in dusty corners of my mind
Forgotten
Ignored
Suppressed
Never spoken
Words I didn’t realize were in me.
Writing best done
in the quiet solitude of the night
Where uncomfortable truths can be written
away from the watchful eye of the sun.
deepest black
flowing from a dipped nib
glistening across the page
Reflecting light from midnight lamps
burning low
Finding my heart
bit by bit
Letting out the words
hidden away
in dusty corners of my mind
Forgotten
Ignored
Suppressed
Never spoken
Words I didn’t realize were in me.
Writing best done
in the quiet solitude of the night
Where uncomfortable truths can be written
away from the watchful eye of the sun.
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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5 Comments
do not mistake my politeness for kindness
seven years ago
you would think
differently of me
fists slamming
down on counters,
kicking pretentious
bins across rooms
middle fingers
pointed towards
everybody who
were clueless,
they didn't
understand back
then and they still
don't understand
today either
couldn't help
feeling like that
22 year old again
receiving that
phonecall,
i wanted to throw
the entire world
into the ether
but i'm an old dog
who's been playing ...
you would think
differently of me
fists slamming
down on counters,
kicking pretentious
bins across rooms
middle fingers
pointed towards
everybody who
were clueless,
they didn't
understand back
then and they still
don't understand
today either
couldn't help
feeling like that
22 year old again
receiving that
phonecall,
i wanted to throw
the entire world
into the ether
but i'm an old dog
who's been playing ...
#LGBT
#HumanRights
#transgender
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3 Comments
Agreeing
Trying
To figger out
What I am
Who I am
How
I Came to be
In my
Quiet times
All alone
With my thoughts
That are
Desperately trying
To Agree
With Me
To figger out
What I am
Who I am
How
I Came to be
In my
Quiet times
All alone
With my thoughts
That are
Desperately trying
To Agree
With Me
#honesty
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December Bones
and he left. Sometime
between now and then.
Took my rivers with him.
But it’ll be
alright, I tell myself
because
his wallet holds
a different photograph,
and kids in their colleges
will never know the curl of midnight
against their ragged Father’s lips.
I grieve your touch of fight-fuck
in all its toxicity. And there is no
beauty in the adjectives scrawled
across your weary skin.
I took time last night.
Time to read your murder.
Time to kiss your cold, dead chest. ...
between now and then.
Took my rivers with him.
But it’ll be
alright, I tell myself
because
his wallet holds
a different photograph,
and kids in their colleges
will never know the curl of midnight
against their ragged Father’s lips.
I grieve your touch of fight-fuck
in all its toxicity. And there is no
beauty in the adjectives scrawled
across your weary skin.
I took time last night.
Time to read your murder.
Time to kiss your cold, dead chest. ...
#StreamOfConsciousness
32 reads
1 Comment
Shakespeare's must
Courage. and fill each empty theatre seat
a face of of tragedy and comedy
wringing emotions, from the crowd that peep
players set with with words of alchemy
Vest the manuscript with a likely plot
twists and turns with malevolence churned
cheers and boos, crowd turning cold and hot
great tales with a some outcomes unconfirmed
For its a brilliance none can match
mask, of grins and tears always prevail
heroic death fall on a sword perhaps
turn ones hand to a Shakespearian tale
The devil feed my quill with blooded ink ...
a face of of tragedy and comedy
wringing emotions, from the crowd that peep
players set with with words of alchemy
Vest the manuscript with a likely plot
twists and turns with malevolence churned
cheers and boos, crowd turning cold and hot
great tales with a some outcomes unconfirmed
For its a brilliance none can match
mask, of grins and tears always prevail
heroic death fall on a sword perhaps
turn ones hand to a Shakespearian tale
The devil feed my quill with blooded ink ...
#sonnet
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HOLES
there are holes
big as fists
where the wind whistles
through
what am i
supposed to do with that?
in summer
Ra holds me
like a baby,
rocks me in his
silver arms
and i am
his mirror,
glowing
like a god,
holy
as jesus,
swaddled
in warmth
i am orphaned
in winter,
lonely for heat,
that bitch's
grey lips
like frost on
my bones,
sucking at
the marrow
big as fists
where the wind whistles
through
what am i
supposed to do with that?
in summer
Ra holds me
like a baby,
rocks me in his
silver arms
and i am
his mirror,
glowing
like a god,
holy
as jesus,
swaddled
in warmth
i am orphaned
in winter,
lonely for heat,
that bitch's
grey lips
like frost on
my bones,
sucking at
the marrow
#winter
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You asked me how I am
Edgy
Moody
Horny
Irritatable
That's when I want you most
Moody
Horny
Irritatable
That's when I want you most
#lust
#confessional
#myself
#CharlesBukowski
#pagan
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16 Comments
Seeking Comfort (In An Unforgiving World)
I didn't always make
the best decisions
While seeking comfort in
An unforgiving world
When I saw something I felt
Was worth pursuing
You can be sure that
I always gave it a whirl
I stood my ground
When fate turned me around
Some people tried
To destroy me
No one deserves that
I was getting paid
To serve the public
Only to get slapped down
In this unforgiving world
But in the end I rose
Above the chatter and noise
I just kept getting stronger
Facing my misfortunes
Shaking off...
the best decisions
While seeking comfort in
An unforgiving world
When I saw something I felt
Was worth pursuing
You can be sure that
I always gave it a whirl
I stood my ground
When fate turned me around
Some people tried
To destroy me
No one deserves that
I was getting paid
To serve the public
Only to get slapped down
In this unforgiving world
But in the end I rose
Above the chatter and noise
I just kept getting stronger
Facing my misfortunes
Shaking off...
#LifeStruggles
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What is la la la?
The sun goes down like a song
I heard my mom sing
in a kind of la la la way.
The only thing remaining is
that fragment of mother in sound.
The sun sounds like a metal chain
falling in the rain and piercing my brain.
La la la sun days.
The sun is shining in a drop of water
that traveled millions of years
through the universe
just to evaporate in milliseconds.
La la la mom.
I heard my mom sing
in a kind of la la la way.
The only thing remaining is
that fragment of mother in sound.
The sun sounds like a metal chain
falling in the rain and piercing my brain.
La la la sun days.
The sun is shining in a drop of water
that traveled millions of years
through the universe
just to evaporate in milliseconds.
La la la mom.
#identity
#mirror
#confessional
#myself
#MovingOn
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Green home.
In country case
Where the trees are
Celebrated with a new
Star
And pumpkin spice latte
Is the milk cheese
Chocolate milk shake.
And pumpkin pie cakes
And apples green
Beans Greens
Soup of
Red mushrooms
🍄.
Cheese salads of apples and red cabbages
Vanilla Cake latte.
Milky white cheesecake Factory.
Green cheese and apple cider.
Yellow mustard mushroom
Munich green chili peppers
In cheeese cheddar.
Where the trees are
Celebrated with a new
Star
And pumpkin spice latte
Is the milk cheese
Chocolate milk shake.
And pumpkin pie cakes
And apples green
Beans Greens
Soup of
Red mushrooms
🍄.
Cheese salads of apples and red cabbages
Vanilla Cake latte.
Milky white cheesecake Factory.
Green cheese and apple cider.
Yellow mustard mushroom
Munich green chili peppers
In cheeese cheddar.
#family
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0 Comments
Leap Of Faith
toes on the ledge
heart pounding
three-meter
diving platform
sun on shoulders
warm summer breeze
nostrils sense
hint of sage
life on the edge
heart pounding
clear blue water
beckoning
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
heart pounding
three-meter
diving platform
sun on shoulders
warm summer breeze
nostrils sense
hint of sage
life on the edge
heart pounding
clear blue water
beckoning
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
#LifeStruggles
#fear
#PersonalGrowth
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1 Comment
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