Least Read Self Poems
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Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
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FeNyX
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 7:24pm
8th Oct 2024 7:24pm
Torture
As I lay trying to fall into slumber
I note my throbbing hands in silence
In time with my beating heart
Searching the inner and outer worlds for peace
For that turnoff to slumber that refreshes
To rest easy
To calm oneself
To be renewed as I should ... supressed
Feeling the notion of rest slipping away into the aether
Replaced by numbness
Numb to time
Numb to pain
Numb to care
Uncomfortably Numb
Delusion replaces thoughtfulness
Derangement rashness
Am I dreaming?
I wish it so
Am I...
I note my throbbing hands in silence
In time with my beating heart
Searching the inner and outer worlds for peace
For that turnoff to slumber that refreshes
To rest easy
To calm oneself
To be renewed as I should ... supressed
Feeling the notion of rest slipping away into the aether
Replaced by numbness
Numb to time
Numb to pain
Numb to care
Uncomfortably Numb
Delusion replaces thoughtfulness
Derangement rashness
Am I dreaming?
I wish it so
Am I...
#illness
#love
#MentalHealth
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Phoenix_Risen
Poem Published
21st Jan 2024 2:44am
21st Jan 2024 2:44am
Fade Away
Sometimes I wish I could fall a million feet down
Smash to pieces into the rocky ground
No more worries no more fears
No more obligations No more tears
Nothing but darkness all around
No more voices No more sound
I wish that I could be a bird that flies away
Nothing left to tell you, no more to say
I wish that I could find a place so far away
Nothing left of me to be
I would cherish darkness
Emptiness
Just let me fly away tonight
Real love has never been a thing
Never found a reason to be me ...
Smash to pieces into the rocky ground
No more worries no more fears
No more obligations No more tears
Nothing but darkness all around
No more voices No more sound
I wish that I could be a bird that flies away
Nothing left to tell you, no more to say
I wish that I could find a place so far away
Nothing left of me to be
I would cherish darkness
Emptiness
Just let me fly away tonight
Real love has never been a thing
Never found a reason to be me ...
#dark
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 10:19pm
9th Oct 2024 10:19pm
ALARM
Sweet and dreamy ringing of the xylophone
Fills the empty silence with its resounding tone.
Bouncing off the dark room walls,
Charms the night fall
As I sleepwalk by day and stand on paved bricks
Blinded by the folds of the midnight mix.
Never knowing where I’m going or where I’m headed
Oh, my! I know I’m starting to regret it!
But, the hypnotizing soft-tone strikes of the xylophone
Gently creating its soft melodic tone
Seductively entices me to sleepwalk some more
With my eyes wide shut but with feet on floor.
Clock...
Fills the empty silence with its resounding tone.
Bouncing off the dark room walls,
Charms the night fall
As I sleepwalk by day and stand on paved bricks
Blinded by the folds of the midnight mix.
Never knowing where I’m going or where I’m headed
Oh, my! I know I’m starting to regret it!
But, the hypnotizing soft-tone strikes of the xylophone
Gently creating its soft melodic tone
Seductively entices me to sleepwalk some more
With my eyes wide shut but with feet on floor.
Clock...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#fear
#frustration
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
17th Apr 2022 4:18pm
17th Apr 2022 4:18pm
I Just Wish The World Would Stop
my peace is
uprooted
floating on the breath
of the landscape
my inner aura is
diluted
seeking shelter
whilst it can escape
my eardrums are
ruptured
marching beats in its
canal
my tranquility is
ushered
tossed aside like low
morale
my eyes are
saturated
in toxic elements they
see
my voice is
drowned
netted by the pollution in
me
I just wish the world would stop
uprooted
floating on the breath
of the landscape
my inner aura is
diluted
seeking shelter
whilst it can escape
my eardrums are
ruptured
marching beats in its
canal
my tranquility is
ushered
tossed aside like low
morale
my eyes are
saturated
in toxic elements they
see
my voice is
drowned
netted by the pollution in
me
I just wish the world would stop
#NaPoWriMo2022
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
28th Apr 2022 7:51pm
28th Apr 2022 7:51pm
Wanting
The winds Hail Mary my windows
as if the leaves were the pass
and everything else the
“Tackle”
Framed puzzles put together by me
attach themselves inexplicably
to my wall as if self
“Shackle”
Clutter draws on my breaking point
in a chicken shit manner
provoking me to retaliate
like a boxed in
“Jackal”
The blackbird's circle and stalk
the morning skies in vain attempts
to indict me on trumped-up
charges of aggravated assault on their
“Apple”
Water droplets from the showerhead ...
as if the leaves were the pass
and everything else the
“Tackle”
Framed puzzles put together by me
attach themselves inexplicably
to my wall as if self
“Shackle”
Clutter draws on my breaking point
in a chicken shit manner
provoking me to retaliate
like a boxed in
“Jackal”
The blackbird's circle and stalk
the morning skies in vain attempts
to indict me on trumped-up
charges of aggravated assault on their
“Apple”
Water droplets from the showerhead ...
#NaPoWriMo2022
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1 Comment
OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Poem Published
7th Sep 2021 3:43am
7th Sep 2021 3:43am
At Death's Door
Pinky toes, uncut
dipping under, the other side of life
Nothing
I felt nothing, for you
neither for them, my blood
The kindle outwicked
a will, my own
Nothing
I see nothing, a memory
visuals of faces, nor places
Time slowed down
almost stopped, counting backwards
Nothing
I heared nothing, a silence
no voices, calling after my name
And I, for no one
whispered
remembered
cared
Love, hope and faith
were just letters unspelled
I seek no...
dipping under, the other side of life
Nothing
I felt nothing, for you
neither for them, my blood
The kindle outwicked
a will, my own
Nothing
I see nothing, a memory
visuals of faces, nor places
Time slowed down
almost stopped, counting backwards
Nothing
I heared nothing, a silence
no voices, calling after my name
And I, for no one
whispered
remembered
cared
Love, hope and faith
were just letters unspelled
I seek no...
#death
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1 Comment
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
16th Apr 2022 7:27pm
16th Apr 2022 7:27pm
War Stories
consonants and vowels collide
nouns and verbs run interference
erasers omit the words that died
blank paper and quills look for clearance
homophones and homonyms
bring their confusion to the field
synonyms and antonyms
contradict one another until they yield
adjectives and adverbs reinforce
supplying ammo to their nouns
preposition plays medivac for the course
clearing injured letters from the grounds
conjunctions and interjections
are all to blame for my objection
judge, jury, and corrections
clash...
nouns and verbs run interference
erasers omit the words that died
blank paper and quills look for clearance
homophones and homonyms
bring their confusion to the field
synonyms and antonyms
contradict one another until they yield
adjectives and adverbs reinforce
supplying ammo to their nouns
preposition plays medivac for the course
clearing injured letters from the grounds
conjunctions and interjections
are all to blame for my objection
judge, jury, and corrections
clash...
#NaPoWriMo2022
6 reads
2 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
24th Apr 2022 4:27pm
24th Apr 2022 4:27pm
Daddy's Day Off
No work for me
No work for me today
I’m off work from my job
I’m off work from my home
I‘m not answering to daddy today
Not my boss
Not my wife
My feet shall be kicked up high
Remote in one hand
Beer in the other
The chatterbox shall be loud today
Sports events
Video games
Movies
My slippers shall cuddle my feet today
My pajamas shall be nice and warm
My bedroom door shall be locked up tight
I am not having any visitors tonight
My food will flow over
My beer will spill over
My headphones will...
No work for me today
I’m off work from my job
I’m off work from my home
I‘m not answering to daddy today
Not my boss
Not my wife
My feet shall be kicked up high
Remote in one hand
Beer in the other
The chatterbox shall be loud today
Sports events
Video games
Movies
My slippers shall cuddle my feet today
My pajamas shall be nice and warm
My bedroom door shall be locked up tight
I am not having any visitors tonight
My food will flow over
My beer will spill over
My headphones will...
#NaPoWriMo2022
6 reads
3 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
27th Apr 2022 6:38pm
27th Apr 2022 6:38pm
Bone Dry
My thoughts are brittle
Riddled with cracks and fractures
On the verge of acquittal
My energy is noncommittal
Awol
Dissipating little by little
My soul is withered
Life support
Carried away and littered
My pen is barren
Coughing up its last
Inkblot
Wastelands and desserts
Spew from my mouth
Like dry rot
My talent is desolate
Void of any intelligence
Boycott
Riddled with cracks and fractures
On the verge of acquittal
My energy is noncommittal
Awol
Dissipating little by little
My soul is withered
Life support
Carried away and littered
My pen is barren
Coughing up its last
Inkblot
Wastelands and desserts
Spew from my mouth
Like dry rot
My talent is desolate
Void of any intelligence
Boycott
#NaPoWriMo2022
6 reads
5 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
7th Apr 2022 5:01pm
7th Apr 2022 5:01pm
Unapologetic
I
Trample
through life
with zero
Tolerance
to give
I
Write what
I feel
and Speak
what I live
I
Suffer my
tongue
not
lest
it falls
out and
rot
do not
Mistake me
to be
rude
I
happen to be
in a
Sensitive
mood
I
claim
no Qualms
adverse
Closed
palms
I’ve
made
Amends
with my
own
personal
psalms
Your
sticks and stones
can
never shatter
My
bones
my ...
Trample
through life
with zero
Tolerance
to give
I
Write what
I feel
and Speak
what I live
I
Suffer my
tongue
not
lest
it falls
out and
rot
do not
Mistake me
to be
rude
I
happen to be
in a
Sensitive
mood
I
claim
no Qualms
adverse
Closed
palms
I’ve
made
Amends
with my
own
personal
psalms
Your
sticks and stones
can
never shatter
My
bones
my ...
#NaPoWriMo2022
7 reads
2 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
15th Apr 2022 7:14pm
15th Apr 2022 7:14pm
Why We Write
when happiness sweeps
around our front door
leaves piles of joyful heaps
a personal sanctuary to pour
when sadness surrounds
our fabric of reality
straight jacketing our mental grounds
into a nonexistent depravity
when true love is found
melting into puddles of euphoria
skipped beats of your heart pound
as if its name was Gloria
when heartbreak rattles
the fragile webbing of wrong and right
winning and losing of battles
soar as high as domestic’s kite
when the boogieman’s presence
is...
around our front door
leaves piles of joyful heaps
a personal sanctuary to pour
when sadness surrounds
our fabric of reality
straight jacketing our mental grounds
into a nonexistent depravity
when true love is found
melting into puddles of euphoria
skipped beats of your heart pound
as if its name was Gloria
when heartbreak rattles
the fragile webbing of wrong and right
winning and losing of battles
soar as high as domestic’s kite
when the boogieman’s presence
is...
#NaPoWriMo2022
7 reads
2 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
30th Dec 2020 2:48pm
30th Dec 2020 2:48pm
If Pain Dripped Like Time Ticked
With each ticking of the clock
A drop of pain drains down
Pooling around my body in flood
An island in my own lifeblood
All I can see is the clock ticking
It's echoing booming clack
Dripping drops draining fast
I feel I may no longer last
Tick Drip Tick Drip
Tick Drip Tick Drip
Tick Drip Tick Drip
The Ghosts start dancing
The bells start ringing
The heavens open
My heart starts singing ...
The parade of dead dreams shuffles past ...
All In chains and ankle irons
In regular procession...
A drop of pain drains down
Pooling around my body in flood
An island in my own lifeblood
All I can see is the clock ticking
It's echoing booming clack
Dripping drops draining fast
I feel I may no longer last
Tick Drip Tick Drip
Tick Drip Tick Drip
Tick Drip Tick Drip
The Ghosts start dancing
The bells start ringing
The heavens open
My heart starts singing ...
The parade of dead dreams shuffles past ...
All In chains and ankle irons
In regular procession...
#ghosts
#memories
#hurt
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6 Comments
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