Least Read Self Poems
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Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
8th Jan 2019 9:55pm
8th Jan 2019 9:55pm
6. Annotated Peoples Make Connections: if they walked around in love/for love/by love with SFX labels to their chests
my ears; jurassic lying dogs
crack an eye
at the slam door&shuts
with gutta-percha
abandoned housevines.
serum-anaesthetic so numb-
far from toilet.
bagful-godless plastic fluidclear
balloon stringing me along,
hear for me, my gadgets, my souls floating.
ersatz-doktor, labellapel I can’t
read-with-the-focus-upon-what-doesn’t-
I gear like your timepiece.
flat back & a tucked sweat-buckets
head wrap, time-bandage bondage aesthetic,
glass darkly revels when I sideblink
after a venerable dreamless...
crack an eye
at the slam door&shuts
with gutta-percha
abandoned housevines.
serum-anaesthetic so numb-
far from toilet.
bagful-godless plastic fluidclear
balloon stringing me along,
hear for me, my gadgets, my souls floating.
ersatz-doktor, labellapel I can’t
read-with-the-focus-upon-what-doesn’t-
I gear like your timepiece.
flat back & a tucked sweat-buckets
head wrap, time-bandage bondage aesthetic,
glass darkly revels when I sideblink
after a venerable dreamless...
#technology
#politics
#sacrifice #disability
#sacrifice #disability
12 reads
5 Comments
Brie0077
Epiphany
Epiphany
Poem Published
24th Oct 2018 9:22am
24th Oct 2018 9:22am
Just Be Nice
Talk about me without me
Never let it be
Life will poison what you see
Doors with no key
Nothing free
No Transparency
Fake reality
Goodness and glee
All you’ll get from me
Optimistically😎
Love a tree🌲🌳🎄
Works for me!
Never let it be
Life will poison what you see
Doors with no key
Nothing free
No Transparency
Fake reality
Goodness and glee
All you’ll get from me
Optimistically😎
Love a tree🌲🌳🎄
Works for me!
#humankind
14 reads
1 Comment
AaHarvey
Poem Published
17th May 2019 10:43pm
17th May 2019 10:43pm
A kiss goodbye
Death is creeping, while I am sleeping.
My final year, my final tear, my final verse, there is no more.
Death is here, I am full of fear.
I have no money to pay Death’s toll, for,
I am a mere mortal mind,
Who is lost in space and lost in time.
All I possess is an endless black sigh;
A half-hearted plea for a love-life without the lie.
Fix me once more, or permanently close the door,
For I am not yet ready to venture forth, into that long goodnight;
But forward I will march into the doom,
If I have to meet another version of...
My final year, my final tear, my final verse, there is no more.
Death is here, I am full of fear.
I have no money to pay Death’s toll, for,
I am a mere mortal mind,
Who is lost in space and lost in time.
All I possess is an endless black sigh;
A half-hearted plea for a love-life without the lie.
Fix me once more, or permanently close the door,
For I am not yet ready to venture forth, into that long goodnight;
But forward I will march into the doom,
If I have to meet another version of...
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
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1 Comment
poetryaccident
Poem Published
14th May 2019 3:33am
14th May 2019 3:33am
At the Edge
At the edge of life's triumph
lays the chasm of no return
where only the brave dare tread
or the foolish in their rush
pursuing life’s ardent dreams
beyond the safe embrace
the rails are lost to sight
only darkness lays beyond
the siren calls for one
with promises of the heart
some think them only lies
the truth is in the tunes
songs from angels’ choirs
played to devils’ bands
the combination is the lure
drawing souls to the cure
it’s the passion that decides
where the path will arrive ...
lays the chasm of no return
where only the brave dare tread
or the foolish in their rush
pursuing life’s ardent dreams
beyond the safe embrace
the rails are lost to sight
only darkness lays beyond
the siren calls for one
with promises of the heart
some think them only lies
the truth is in the tunes
songs from angels’ choirs
played to devils’ bands
the combination is the lure
drawing souls to the cure
it’s the passion that decides
where the path will arrive ...
#LGBT
#rebirth
#transgender
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BrandonBuckingham
Poem Published
17th May 2019 5:10am
17th May 2019 5:10am
Why am I so Worried?
Follow the link below to watch the animated music video
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCketCWflVRWm3AEzbno9-_w
Lyrics:
I'd love to know
How does the hearts love grow?
I'd love to see
What people think of me
I'd love to know
Where will my life path go?
I'd love to see
In ten years where I'll be
I'd love to know
Will I still grow when i'm older?
Will I find the one who lets me lean on her shoulder?
Will I be like Folger's
Fresh, yes
Will I be like Folger's
Fresh
I want to...
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCketCWflVRWm3AEzbno9-_w
Lyrics:
I'd love to know
How does the hearts love grow?
I'd love to see
What people think of me
I'd love to know
Where will my life path go?
I'd love to see
In ten years where I'll be
I'd love to know
Will I still grow when i'm older?
Will I find the one who lets me lean on her shoulder?
Will I be like Folger's
Fresh, yes
Will I be like Folger's
Fresh
I want to...
#music
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical #temptation
#philosophical #temptation
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
18th Nov 2017 3:02pm
18th Nov 2017 3:02pm
The "Holy-Roller" Sisters
After going around the world looking for answers
Looking for a soul who'd understand
The sorrow and the void deep in my soul,
The fear so thick, it chokes my very breath
When it wraps its heavy darkness around me
Searching high and low to find peace and joy once more
Reaching out to Jesus on my own, but returning empty-handed...
Pushing my way through multitudes to reach some help.
Laying in bed, forming puddles with my tears...
I've begged pastors and preachers to pray deliverance for me
And they laugh and turn me away saying,...
Looking for a soul who'd understand
The sorrow and the void deep in my soul,
The fear so thick, it chokes my very breath
When it wraps its heavy darkness around me
Searching high and low to find peace and joy once more
Reaching out to Jesus on my own, but returning empty-handed...
Pushing my way through multitudes to reach some help.
Laying in bed, forming puddles with my tears...
I've begged pastors and preachers to pray deliverance for me
And they laugh and turn me away saying,...
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1 Comment
yelluw_always
Poem Published
6th Feb 2019 4:00pm
6th Feb 2019 4:00pm
the Deaf in the Garage
Tell me what
is my sound.
Does it astound?
What is my voice,
is it made of a vise
of melting ice?
Tell me,
how do I sound?
Is it murmurs of
the paint cans just in case?
Does it whisper like
the tools hung
on the pegboard?
Does your ear
detect hisses
of muddy cat paws
on the car?
Do you remember
the hush-hush
of the dress you wore
to your great-something
mother’s wake?
Does it cheer like
the tiki-torches ...
is my sound.
Does it astound?
What is my voice,
is it made of a vise
of melting ice?
Tell me,
how do I sound?
Is it murmurs of
the paint cans just in case?
Does it whisper like
the tools hung
on the pegboard?
Does your ear
detect hisses
of muddy cat paws
on the car?
Do you remember
the hush-hush
of the dress you wore
to your great-something
mother’s wake?
Does it cheer like
the tiki-torches ...
#disability
17 reads
11 Comments
Flayed_And_Display
Poem Published
11th May 2019 2:13pm
11th May 2019 2:13pm
Tar crucifixion
Life on the outside is getting colder, the damage I've done has severed the chord, under this roof is the creature, with talons and venom, its heart grows bleaker. The tar that has trapped me, it's gripping even tighter. The creature snarls and hisses, its grasp will not cease, until I'm no longer victim. My blood is cold and also non existent, they called me hollow prophet, because of my vision. of fire and fury with a touch of madness, Of pain and cruelty by the touch of malice.
#myself
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SmilingAndSeething
Poem Published
19th May 2019 3:51pm
19th May 2019 3:51pm
Quilt seam
Inheritance
Memory
Legacy
Call it what you will, but it is
the feeling that rises
when I see the skin on my knuckles
and remember
that my mother's hands had the same texture
when I was young.
Memory
Legacy
Call it what you will, but it is
the feeling that rises
when I see the skin on my knuckles
and remember
that my mother's hands had the same texture
when I was young.
#mother
#aging
#SelfReflection
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
11th May 2018 10:36pm
11th May 2018 10:36pm
this hunger makes us dangerous
so what if i walk about with my head in the clouds?
so what if i am mostly a doppy romantic?
so what if i will not hear
a cross word about johnny mathis?
so what if i have my nose jammed in a book
or three?
so what if i am something of toaist these days?
do you think that i have forgotten
how to chew your face away
as if a rabid animal?
(and you with a face
so much like a porkchop.........)
so what if i am mostly a doppy romantic?
so what if i will not hear
a cross word about johnny mathis?
so what if i have my nose jammed in a book
or three?
so what if i am something of toaist these days?
do you think that i have forgotten
how to chew your face away
as if a rabid animal?
(and you with a face
so much like a porkchop.........)
#SelfReflection
18 reads
7 Comments
hgnichols
Poem Published
25th Apr 2019 12:36pm
25th Apr 2019 12:36pm
Waiting for an Appendectomy
You have swollen, appendix,
And now I will have you cut out,
Your absence patched,
My body’s holes becoming seaworthy scars,
Sailor’s tattoos.
I have lost my time to you
Wading against sweet slow waters
Taking them on,
Weighing down the dingy,
More drowning.
Again, I remember I can no longer afford
useless weight.
I cannot let my pockets collect droplets
The vulgar display of indulgence,
Does not look good on me anymore.
The waterlogged chic of the young
Will not help me wade this gulf,
So I have informed...
And now I will have you cut out,
Your absence patched,
My body’s holes becoming seaworthy scars,
Sailor’s tattoos.
I have lost my time to you
Wading against sweet slow waters
Taking them on,
Weighing down the dingy,
More drowning.
Again, I remember I can no longer afford
useless weight.
I cannot let my pockets collect droplets
The vulgar display of indulgence,
Does not look good on me anymore.
The waterlogged chic of the young
Will not help me wade this gulf,
So I have informed...
#sea
#illness
#MovingOn #boredom
#MovingOn #boredom
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Lothbrok
Poem Published
17th May 2019 5:43pm
17th May 2019 5:43pm
Uninspired
Altruistic internally?
All be it hopefully.
All truth isn't all it's cracked up to be
Albeit I find people are at a loss to me
A little more prey than predator it seems
Borderline Blasphemy
But it's the last of me I find disgusting
Barely able to keep a smile
Balancing happiness with a bitter fee
Brightly eyed masterpiece
Certainly apathy has taken a toll
Catastrophe with social complexities
Cities built with their cracking molds
Casually I await Death's ecstasy
Cause and effect of my dead-end soul.
All be it hopefully.
All truth isn't all it's cracked up to be
Albeit I find people are at a loss to me
A little more prey than predator it seems
Borderline Blasphemy
But it's the last of me I find disgusting
Barely able to keep a smile
Balancing happiness with a bitter fee
Brightly eyed masterpiece
Certainly apathy has taken a toll
Catastrophe with social complexities
Cities built with their cracking molds
Casually I await Death's ecstasy
Cause and effect of my dead-end soul.
#SelfHarm
#insomnia
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
#apathy
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