Self Poems Seeking Honest Critique
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
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My pasts departed
I feel up
I feel down
My minds scattered all around
Am I dreaming?
Or am I scheming?
Oh how I’m floating
On the edge of reason
I feel lost
I feel found
I’m overwhelmed
My hearts unbound
Am I flying?
Or am I falling?
Oh how can one know
What they are feeling?
Is this true?
Is this false?
I’m lost for words
What’s my default
Am I right?
Or am I wrong?
Oh do I have the strength
To truly be strong?
Can I give?
Can I take?
Am I ready
If it’s all a...
I feel down
My minds scattered all around
Am I dreaming?
Or am I scheming?
Oh how I’m floating
On the edge of reason
I feel lost
I feel found
I’m overwhelmed
My hearts unbound
Am I flying?
Or am I falling?
Oh how can one know
What they are feeling?
Is this true?
Is this false?
I’m lost for words
What’s my default
Am I right?
Or am I wrong?
Oh do I have the strength
To truly be strong?
Can I give?
Can I take?
Am I ready
If it’s all a...
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection #PersonalGrowth
#SelfReflection #PersonalGrowth
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Piercing
The reality of a situation
Means sometimes letting go
Letting go of people
Letting go of friends
Letting go of a version of yourself
A person whom you thought yourself to be
It’s hard
You wanna hold on
But you’re just not her anymore
She’s no longer serving you
It’s like a breakup with yourself
How do you turn your back on yourself like that?
You feel sad
Like you’ve let yourself down
But really, it needs to be
It has to happen
You can’t fit into a box that’s too small anymore
You need...
Means sometimes letting go
Letting go of people
Letting go of friends
Letting go of a version of yourself
A person whom you thought yourself to be
It’s hard
You wanna hold on
But you’re just not her anymore
She’s no longer serving you
It’s like a breakup with yourself
How do you turn your back on yourself like that?
You feel sad
Like you’ve let yourself down
But really, it needs to be
It has to happen
You can’t fit into a box that’s too small anymore
You need...
#LifeStruggles
#myself
#SelfReflection #emotions
#SelfReflection #emotions
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5 Comments
Angel Hudson
This name
Oh oh this name
Well I represented
With youthful pride
To be one of you
Is like honouring Christ
Like the resurrection today
Good Friday
My name represents unity
Unity meaning all
Our genre all the generic
People get together
To celebrate success
With Mr Saul Hudson Slash
I love you all
And hope I can bring
Some mercy to the
People that nominated us
In good faith to be winners
And Hudson
My love for you
Is deeper than any river
Maybe the rockpool in Darwin
Where we met...
Oh oh this name
Well I represented
With youthful pride
To be one of you
Is like honouring Christ
Like the resurrection today
Good Friday
My name represents unity
Unity meaning all
Our genre all the generic
People get together
To celebrate success
With Mr Saul Hudson Slash
I love you all
And hope I can bring
Some mercy to the
People that nominated us
In good faith to be winners
And Hudson
My love for you
Is deeper than any river
Maybe the rockpool in Darwin
Where we met...
#love
#BestFriend
#friendship #rose
#friendship #rose
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What a great loss
The mornings
I imagine his sweet
Face next to mine
Whilst the pita pata
Of his feet moving
Across the room
The smell of the oatmeal
Shine on his coat
His sweet like voice
And the other loss
I'll be forever seeking
His shadow wheñ he leaves
Only he does not know me
In that manner
My actions are subtle and abrupt
We never have the time
To explore what an old age
Might be
I think he's never satisfied
Because I doñt know him enough
I just need some freedom
To get to know him
As we...
I imagine his sweet
Face next to mine
Whilst the pita pata
Of his feet moving
Across the room
The smell of the oatmeal
Shine on his coat
His sweet like voice
And the other loss
I'll be forever seeking
His shadow wheñ he leaves
Only he does not know me
In that manner
My actions are subtle and abrupt
We never have the time
To explore what an old age
Might be
I think he's never satisfied
Because I doñt know him enough
I just need some freedom
To get to know him
As we...
#love
#grief
#friendship
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Choices
What I thought about
was madness
as it grew
inside my heart
I knew I had no option
but to plan for my departure.
The shadows of our future
have now become a blur
the choice you made forever
Has hit me like a slur.
This left my life in sorrow
when I realized how it felt
to live a life of loneliness
for that's the cards I'm dealt.
As I think about my future
I cannot see you there
for the choice you made
was final
I'm lost without compare.
I am far beyond a future ...
was madness
as it grew
inside my heart
I knew I had no option
but to plan for my departure.
The shadows of our future
have now become a blur
the choice you made forever
Has hit me like a slur.
This left my life in sorrow
when I realized how it felt
to live a life of loneliness
for that's the cards I'm dealt.
As I think about my future
I cannot see you there
for the choice you made
was final
I'm lost without compare.
I am far beyond a future ...
#courage
#forgiveness
#motivational
#inspirational
#emotions
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4 Comments
Battles
In the realm of the ephemeral, where time is a whisper,
pills fall like rain, promises of pure relief.
Capsules of hope, swallowed with a dry sip,
in search of a cure in an almost echoless world.
Drills hum, in a constant and strong rhythm,
piercing matter, defying the cut of luck.
They spin in spirals like dances of power,
creating and destroying without ever fading.
And on the horizon, Ragnarok announces itself,
with trumpets and fury the prophecy begins.
Gods and men of intertwined destiny
in an epic encounter the end is...
pills fall like rain, promises of pure relief.
Capsules of hope, swallowed with a dry sip,
in search of a cure in an almost echoless world.
Drills hum, in a constant and strong rhythm,
piercing matter, defying the cut of luck.
They spin in spirals like dances of power,
creating and destroying without ever fading.
And on the horizon, Ragnarok announces itself,
with trumpets and fury the prophecy begins.
Gods and men of intertwined destiny
in an epic encounter the end is...
#strength
#power
#LifeStruggles
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8 Comments
Would you love me if I wasnt a poet
#LifeAsAWriter
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2 Comments
Remember
These memories left their impression
Molding me into this personality
—This version of myself
Defining my humanity
Some are powerful, and yet quite fickle
Vivid, detailed echos
Nostalgic call and response
Casts a grin from ear to ear, as I once did
Others macabre, sorrowful;
Remembrances of painful moments
Soul-crushing heartbreaks
Remorseful regrets
Two sides of the same coin
In a coin-purse of emotions
Those I wish to forget
Ones I never can
Many are inherited,
Passing the torch of...
Molding me into this personality
—This version of myself
Defining my humanity
Some are powerful, and yet quite fickle
Vivid, detailed echos
Nostalgic call and response
Casts a grin from ear to ear, as I once did
Others macabre, sorrowful;
Remembrances of painful moments
Soul-crushing heartbreaks
Remorseful regrets
Two sides of the same coin
In a coin-purse of emotions
Those I wish to forget
Ones I never can
Many are inherited,
Passing the torch of...
#sadness
#loneliness
#hope
#spiritual
#emotions
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1 Comment
Poetry is the kind of friend
tapping me on
my shoulders
convincing me
that I matter,
looks straight
into my eyes
saying you
will outlive
this storm.
my shoulders
convincing me
that I matter,
looks straight
into my eyes
saying you
will outlive
this storm.
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#minimalist
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3 Comments
#35
Alone.
A low sound ripping through the air.
A grey crown I may wear upon my head.
The gradient shifts slowly yet effortlessly in my stead.
Alone now slipping past the bed.
Or is it a tomb?
Not all will see grey,
But all will hear it.
Not long to feel days,
Somehow perceive it?
Time betrays me.
Lies portray weak.
Why implore things,
When grey is discrete?
The glass has turned to grey,
The sea is made of glass.
The sea returns the days,
The days make up the past.
Alone.
A skill to...
A low sound ripping through the air.
A grey crown I may wear upon my head.
The gradient shifts slowly yet effortlessly in my stead.
Alone now slipping past the bed.
Or is it a tomb?
Not all will see grey,
But all will hear it.
Not long to feel days,
Somehow perceive it?
Time betrays me.
Lies portray weak.
Why implore things,
When grey is discrete?
The glass has turned to grey,
The sea is made of glass.
The sea returns the days,
The days make up the past.
Alone.
A skill to...
#loneliness
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2 Comments
A Tin Can
I'm going to be
a lonely old man
staring at the walls
recalling all I can
ny babies gone
a failure
a tin can
a jigsaw puzzle
that lost it's plan
oxidation
alumination
that shone before
the dull, the bad
a figure, a faint outline
of all that I once had
a blip in the timeline
diddidadda is so sad.
a lonely old man
staring at the walls
recalling all I can
ny babies gone
a failure
a tin can
a jigsaw puzzle
that lost it's plan
oxidation
alumination
that shone before
the dull, the bad
a figure, a faint outline
of all that I once had
a blip in the timeline
diddidadda is so sad.
#LifeStruggles
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1 Comment
Time-proof body
The strength of the body and the body of strength,
in a ballet of muscles and will.
Each gesture is a battle, an approach,
in the dance of life the eternal truth.
The body that pushes, that pulls, that reaches,
with the strength that comes from within, burning,
It is the temple of the soul, the abode of hope,
where every sweat is a seed.
The force that moves, that lifts, that sustains...
It's not just physical, but also mental,
It is the energy that flows and feeds.
That makes the weak a powerful being.
In the body...
in a ballet of muscles and will.
Each gesture is a battle, an approach,
in the dance of life the eternal truth.
The body that pushes, that pulls, that reaches,
with the strength that comes from within, burning,
It is the temple of the soul, the abode of hope,
where every sweat is a seed.
The force that moves, that lifts, that sustains...
It's not just physical, but also mental,
It is the energy that flows and feeds.
That makes the weak a powerful being.
In the body...
#strength
#universe
#humankind
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4 Comments
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