Least Read Self Poems
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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
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Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
13th Dec 2018 9:11pm
13th Dec 2018 9:11pm
My writings
MY WRITINGS
Some people's writings can be works of art,
great songs or what can fill the hearts with zest.
But here, my writings are what my soul lives,
seeking the place where it can find its rest.
My writings are not just some charming terms
that fit the tastes of those who like what's cute.
Although l do my best to dress them well,
I look for thoughts that for sure my soul suit.
I pursue what can give my heart great ease
and live a tranquil life through what l feel.
I try to see the way that will lead me
to where l...
Some people's writings can be works of art,
great songs or what can fill the hearts with zest.
But here, my writings are what my soul lives,
seeking the place where it can find its rest.
My writings are not just some charming terms
that fit the tastes of those who like what's cute.
Although l do my best to dress them well,
I look for thoughts that for sure my soul suit.
I pursue what can give my heart great ease
and live a tranquil life through what l feel.
I try to see the way that will lead me
to where l...
#WritingPoetry
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
9th Sep 2018 00:36am
9th Sep 2018 00:36am
a matter of analogy
the pills and booze and music together brought about a small puff of air or tuft of obliteration deep inside,
and she heard
in the gored-out alcoves of her inner ear
a chittering of typewriters, of keyboards,
or else a chattering of xylophones
ringing an arid skitter across the soundtrack of her life
{went}
tqk shk tqk
tqk ...
and she heard
in the gored-out alcoves of her inner ear
a chittering of typewriters, of keyboards,
or else a chattering of xylophones
ringing an arid skitter across the soundtrack of her life
{went}
tqk shk tqk
tqk ...
#narrative
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george4man2box
Poem Published
14th Dec 2018 5:55pm
14th Dec 2018 5:55pm
Morning Meditation
Deep inhalation and exhalation
breaths initially activate
relaxation, attributed to stress,
tension, unconscious vectors
woefully agglomerate
ache'n to gangrenous jackknifing noggin
dichotomy to alleviate
cognitive clog analogous
to emotional obstruction
that doth constipate
in an effort to allocate
opportune psychological uplifting
state of emergent euphoria amalgamate
ting in tandem with prescription
medication to leverage mental
quiescence holistically ameliorate
counterproductive suicidal waves ...
breaths initially activate
relaxation, attributed to stress,
tension, unconscious vectors
woefully agglomerate
ache'n to gangrenous jackknifing noggin
dichotomy to alleviate
cognitive clog analogous
to emotional obstruction
that doth constipate
in an effort to allocate
opportune psychological uplifting
state of emergent euphoria amalgamate
ting in tandem with prescription
medication to leverage mental
quiescence holistically ameliorate
counterproductive suicidal waves ...
#happiness
#strength
#hope
#gratitude
#respect
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
19th Aug 2018 1:39am
19th Aug 2018 1:39am
the ego is known to be made only of clouds
OM KARAJYA SVAHA
over and over
like tidal foam i dissolve
OM KARAJYA SVAHA
over and over
i am grasping
i am letting go
like snowfall i dissolve.
.
made and remade
of intersecting lines
made and remade
of intersecting vibrations
OM KARAJYA SVAHA
over and over
i am renewed
along the waxing curve of all
along the waning...
over and over
like tidal foam i dissolve
OM KARAJYA SVAHA
over and over
i am grasping
i am letting go
like snowfall i dissolve.
.
made and remade
of intersecting lines
made and remade
of intersecting vibrations
OM KARAJYA SVAHA
over and over
i am renewed
along the waxing curve of all
along the waning...
#universe
#rebirth
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
#meditation
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SahajSabharwal
Poem Published
4th Dec 2018 3:17pm
4th Dec 2018 3:17pm
RESPECT
RESPECT
*1Respect is the Desire of everybody's mind,
But is only given to people who are kind.
*2Respect is given to those who deserve it,
And is not given to those who are unfit for it.
*3Respect is like a fuel of life,
Without which a man cannot work rife.
*4Respect to our elders plays an important role,
As its the blessing to achieve our goal.
*5Respect is like a bullet of a gun,
Which Travels with us in long run.
*6Respect when given to all,
His reputation will never fall.
©sahajsabharwal.
...
*1Respect is the Desire of everybody's mind,
But is only given to people who are kind.
*2Respect is given to those who deserve it,
And is not given to those who are unfit for it.
*3Respect is like a fuel of life,
Without which a man cannot work rife.
*4Respect to our elders plays an important role,
As its the blessing to achieve our goal.
*5Respect is like a bullet of a gun,
Which Travels with us in long run.
*6Respect when given to all,
His reputation will never fall.
©sahajsabharwal.
...
#LifeAsAWriter
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george4man2box
Poem Published
14th Dec 2018 5:59pm
14th Dec 2018 5:59pm
The Antics Of A Would Be Mama's Yoyo Thief
(now a penchant with less Zionist trenchant ululation to vent.)
Not a peep passed thru mine -
aye vaguely attest
what ten? eleven? twelve? age
of following anecdote at best
guest, but no
doubt yours truly
with figurative heart in chest
scared puny meek boy
tight lipped silently confessed
to foiled attempt, sans trying
unsuccessfully to steal a yoyo,
inviting tummy prepubescent
unbuttoning, a substantially
sprawling Holy skype sizing breast
of mine upon be nabbed,
thus aye didst detest
...
Not a peep passed thru mine -
aye vaguely attest
what ten? eleven? twelve? age
of following anecdote at best
guest, but no
doubt yours truly
with figurative heart in chest
scared puny meek boy
tight lipped silently confessed
to foiled attempt, sans trying
unsuccessfully to steal a yoyo,
inviting tummy prepubescent
unbuttoning, a substantially
sprawling Holy skype sizing breast
of mine upon be nabbed,
thus aye didst detest
...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#OCD
#MentalHealth
#disability
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Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
19th Nov 2018 8:15pm
19th Nov 2018 8:15pm
A JOYFUL MEETING
A JOYFUL MEETING
All were so happy showing winsome youth,
singing and dancing on a top wavelength.
The place around was full of brilliant glee
that aroused in my heart a sense of spree.
I heard inside my heart an urgent call
that springs of life would inside me install.
I found all life around call with loud voice,
"Get up, you, sluggish man, your joy announce."
I found myself in a dancing ring and life,
all life, was playing music on a fife,
Looking at me to jump and fill the place
with what my soul was full, great,...
All were so happy showing winsome youth,
singing and dancing on a top wavelength.
The place around was full of brilliant glee
that aroused in my heart a sense of spree.
I heard inside my heart an urgent call
that springs of life would inside me install.
I found all life around call with loud voice,
"Get up, you, sluggish man, your joy announce."
I found myself in a dancing ring and life,
all life, was playing music on a fife,
Looking at me to jump and fill the place
with what my soul was full, great,...
#happiness
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TooSadToDance
Dylan
Dylan
Poem Published
8th Dec 2018 4:07am
8th Dec 2018 4:07am
Break
Eyes find eyes
We're staring.
Jet black iris in the dark
We've adapted to harsh conditions
Dancing on the hot coals burning
Cracking heels as we stomp our feet.
Burning sensations
Burn this building to its foundation
Kill the lights, cut the cord, put me six feet deep.
Put me in the fucking dirt.
We're staring.
Jet black iris in the dark
We've adapted to harsh conditions
Dancing on the hot coals burning
Cracking heels as we stomp our feet.
Burning sensations
Burn this building to its foundation
Kill the lights, cut the cord, put me six feet deep.
Put me in the fucking dirt.
#anger
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Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
11th Dec 2018 4:52pm
11th Dec 2018 4:52pm
TRUE GIFTS
TRUE GIFTS
I see no hope in life, but through true gifts
when people set no limits when they give.
They see their love in gifts that can free them
from fear of death and its most horrid grave.
Place your heart in those gifts and feel their taste
which is much sweeter than all what you take.
No sense can be as sweet as that you feel
as it will free your heart from what can break.
The boundless gifts make you attached to whom
you love to give and keep him close beside.
True gifts can join the hearts and make them one
as...
I see no hope in life, but through true gifts
when people set no limits when they give.
They see their love in gifts that can free them
from fear of death and its most horrid grave.
Place your heart in those gifts and feel their taste
which is much sweeter than all what you take.
No sense can be as sweet as that you feel
as it will free your heart from what can break.
The boundless gifts make you attached to whom
you love to give and keep him close beside.
True gifts can join the hearts and make them one
as...
#love
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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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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
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