Least Read Self Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
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Drifting Ice
Wouldn’t it be nice
to live a life of drifting ice
carried along by the tide
just coming along for the ride
With no particular place to go
nothing left to prove or show
just accepting it all
hearing Nature and her call
Leaving behind human things
such as the chase for brass rings
more things to have or own
more sins for me to atone
As I follow the Gulf Stream
living in a waking dream
with no losing or winning
with no end nor beginning
While I feel each feeling felt ...
to live a life of drifting ice
carried along by the tide
just coming along for the ride
With no particular place to go
nothing left to prove or show
just accepting it all
hearing Nature and her call
Leaving behind human things
such as the chase for brass rings
more things to have or own
more sins for me to atone
As I follow the Gulf Stream
living in a waking dream
with no losing or winning
with no end nor beginning
While I feel each feeling felt ...
#confessional
#nature
#sea
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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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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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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Unending Line
I would love to find the time
to write an infinity of rhyme
line after line
according to my own design
.Wwith no end in sight
on a writer’s block night
show these words all I mean
on a blank page bleached clean
As I feel my blood and ink blending
within each and every line unending
to write an infinity of rhyme
line after line
according to my own design
.Wwith no end in sight
on a writer’s block night
show these words all I mean
on a blank page bleached clean
As I feel my blood and ink blending
within each and every line unending
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
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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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Nightfall’s Ink
I love the end of each day
when twilight has its way
ushers in the beginning of dark
so that I may then strike my spark
Watching these colors swirl
as my thoughts now curl
back upon themselves
upon this one who still delves
In search of all I may find
revel in this true peace of mind
only Nature can truly give
within this rambling life I live
Knowing how the cold darkness
with all its bold starkness
serves to again set the mood
nestled in this alpine wood
So I resolve once again
to...
when twilight has its way
ushers in the beginning of dark
so that I may then strike my spark
Watching these colors swirl
as my thoughts now curl
back upon themselves
upon this one who still delves
In search of all I may find
revel in this true peace of mind
only Nature can truly give
within this rambling life I live
Knowing how the cold darkness
with all its bold starkness
serves to again set the mood
nestled in this alpine wood
So I resolve once again
to...
#sun
#nature
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Unplumbed
So much truth still lies
beneath a thin skin
littered with lame alibis
blessing every single sin
With little left to say
since no one will hear
any lines in this play
with the denouement clear
No need to even think
about any real meaning
hidden within this invisible ink
worthy of any gleaning
Once the message is text
then finally then sent
leaving me left vexed
by all this wasted energy spent
As far as anyone is concerned
the deed has been done
nothing new to be learned ...
beneath a thin skin
littered with lame alibis
blessing every single sin
With little left to say
since no one will hear
any lines in this play
with the denouement clear
No need to even think
about any real meaning
hidden within this invisible ink
worthy of any gleaning
Once the message is text
then finally then sent
leaving me left vexed
by all this wasted energy spent
As far as anyone is concerned
the deed has been done
nothing new to be learned ...
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#TruthOfLife
#wisdom
#WritingPoetry
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Turquoise Sheen
I want to live a life pristine
in this smooth turquoise sheen
under these rolling waves above
feel all of Nature and her deep love
Swim with the wise parrot fish
fulfilling my every single wish
here in this tropical paradise
sweetened by vanilla spice
As I leave behind this sorrow
blend a better today and tomorrow
revel in this warm balming water
a newly liberated Scorpio daughter
Rising up like the lunar tide
embrace this destiny undenied
my bare skin now aglow
radiant in this peace I know
...
in this smooth turquoise sheen
under these rolling waves above
feel all of Nature and her deep love
Swim with the wise parrot fish
fulfilling my every single wish
here in this tropical paradise
sweetened by vanilla spice
As I leave behind this sorrow
blend a better today and tomorrow
revel in this warm balming water
a newly liberated Scorpio daughter
Rising up like the lunar tide
embrace this destiny undenied
my bare skin now aglow
radiant in this peace I know
...
#confessional
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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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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
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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
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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
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