Least Read Self Poems
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Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
4th Mar 2021 7:10am
4th Mar 2021 7:10am
THREE MAGIC DAYS IN THE BADLANDS (3-19-1989, the Badlands area of the Anza Borrego Desert, Southern California)
climbing up
out of
wild desert magic
dehydrated hungry
exhausted dirty
parched throat
so thirsty
yet filled with
its bone deep
warmth
a powerful energy
rushes through
my every living
cell
wherein some kind
of mysterious
deliverance occurs
some deeper initiation
with mother earth
branded
blessed by
burning sun
all day
from which
some profound
ancient knowing
is hidden
deeply implanted
within and amidst
everything here
in this deserts ...
out of
wild desert magic
dehydrated hungry
exhausted dirty
parched throat
so thirsty
yet filled with
its bone deep
warmth
a powerful energy
rushes through
my every living
cell
wherein some kind
of mysterious
deliverance occurs
some deeper initiation
with mother earth
branded
blessed by
burning sun
all day
from which
some profound
ancient knowing
is hidden
deeply implanted
within and amidst
everything here
in this deserts ...
#inspirational
#earth
#moon
#peace
#desert
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Madintellect
Mike stew
Mike stew
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 9:44pm
2nd Mar 2021 9:44pm
I don't hear voices anymore
I'm isolating, I've been alone for a while
Device creating, left alone and I smile
I used to think that there were people in my head
Excuse to drink I guess that's how I'm bread
Now the only voice that I hear is my own
Wow now I have a choice to persevere and I've grown
Schizophrenia, it's a b**** to say the least
I get low mania, well I switch to slay the beast
Now I have a plan to stand as tall as a tree
I thought I heard other voices but it was always just me
Device creating, left alone and I smile
I used to think that there were people in my head
Excuse to drink I guess that's how I'm bread
Now the only voice that I hear is my own
Wow now I have a choice to persevere and I've grown
Schizophrenia, it's a b**** to say the least
I get low mania, well I switch to slay the beast
Now I have a plan to stand as tall as a tree
I thought I heard other voices but it was always just me
#MentalHealth
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2 Comments
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2019 3:16am
2nd Dec 2019 3:16am
Me & My Mirror Is Me
I get the sensation of a life time intimate
And intrinsic observation of my appearance,
As I lay down my vision unto papers,
Drawing paths of dreams I once dreamed,
Catching leaves falling off from trees,
And birds singing in choir as the sun burn my eyes and skin
As I tempt to reach my gaze to where I can see the waves of branches,
When breezes pierce through trunks build and held strong by centuries,
As I breath scent of the living arising amid the sky and bring green to the eyes of bees
And flowers blooming as their nature has...
And intrinsic observation of my appearance,
As I lay down my vision unto papers,
Drawing paths of dreams I once dreamed,
Catching leaves falling off from trees,
And birds singing in choir as the sun burn my eyes and skin
As I tempt to reach my gaze to where I can see the waves of branches,
When breezes pierce through trunks build and held strong by centuries,
As I breath scent of the living arising amid the sky and bring green to the eyes of bees
And flowers blooming as their nature has...
#love
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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7 Comments
OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 10:52am
11th Oct 2019 10:52am
OBSESSED
To be has got to be
When urges defines my will
A single mind was born
Hysterical
— Fostering frenzied desire
And I scratched till I bleed
Sated yet discontented
And it starts all over
Again
— Greed married my reasoning
When urges defines my will
A single mind was born
Hysterical
— Fostering frenzied desire
And I scratched till I bleed
Sated yet discontented
And it starts all over
Again
— Greed married my reasoning
#obsession
10 reads
3 Comments
Keushwalker
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 1:11pm
2nd Mar 2021 1:11pm
Water
I was five and
Jumped into a pool with french fries
In my mouth to grab a ball that had fallen in.
Remembering suddenly
That I could not swim
But it was too late and
Sank to the bottom,
Like a fucking rock.
Stayed there for hours,
But eventually was dragged up onto
Land where I choked up chlorinated water
And somehow still viciously chewed on those now very soggy fries.
Jumped into a pool with french fries
In my mouth to grab a ball that had fallen in.
Remembering suddenly
That I could not swim
But it was too late and
Sank to the bottom,
Like a fucking rock.
Stayed there for hours,
But eventually was dragged up onto
Land where I choked up chlorinated water
And somehow still viciously chewed on those now very soggy fries.
#childhood
#water
#fear
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OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Poem Published
24th Oct 2019 5:34am
24th Oct 2019 5:34am
MY SHADOW STAYED BEHIND
For decades
I lived my life
Toiling and struggling
I foiled a path
And then another
Fork roads and cross ones,
changing lanes sometimes
Never have I looked back
Regrets followed
But failed to catch up
In the mids of it all
I stopped and looked up
Thought to contest
The glaring of the Sun
But the noon shine hurt my eyes,
And so I bowed down
All I saw was a spot of light
My shadow nowhere in sight
I looked around
In panic and in doubt
And there it was in the...
I lived my life
Toiling and struggling
I foiled a path
And then another
Fork roads and cross ones,
changing lanes sometimes
Never have I looked back
Regrets followed
But failed to catch up
In the mids of it all
I stopped and looked up
Thought to contest
The glaring of the Sun
But the noon shine hurt my eyes,
And so I bowed down
All I saw was a spot of light
My shadow nowhere in sight
I looked around
In panic and in doubt
And there it was in the...
#SelfReflection
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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
9th Nov 2019 4:37am
9th Nov 2019 4:37am
Conceptual
Roots made me weep,
Believed to be in control,
of my “forte”, exceedingly,
Ecstasy to blotch,
Emerged to be supreme,
Concealed by means,
Of a gaze in a screen play,
Played by mind’s instinct,
I explored,
......I fell in and I fell out…
My drive to live,
To gasp, to adore
Is not tagged as “wind back”
As i “onward”
To coincide
A glimpse of benefit,
Expanded wits to script,
Dazzling amid proses
He uttered ,
and,
told me,
Interesting indeed, but
attractively...
Believed to be in control,
of my “forte”, exceedingly,
Ecstasy to blotch,
Emerged to be supreme,
Concealed by means,
Of a gaze in a screen play,
Played by mind’s instinct,
I explored,
......I fell in and I fell out…
My drive to live,
To gasp, to adore
Is not tagged as “wind back”
As i “onward”
To coincide
A glimpse of benefit,
Expanded wits to script,
Dazzling amid proses
He uttered ,
and,
told me,
Interesting indeed, but
attractively...
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
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Keushwalker
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 1:11pm
2nd Mar 2021 1:11pm
Of...What? Death?
I'll never forget
The first mouse my cat brought home,
Still half alive, yet,
Undeniably more so, dead.
My cat just sat there
Playing with it
As it tried, hopelessly,
To escape.
Eventually, it just gave up. Just
Like that. I was
Paralyzed with fear of...
What? Death? Why?
It's just a mouse, right?
The first mouse my cat brought home,
Still half alive, yet,
Undeniably more so, dead.
My cat just sat there
Playing with it
As it tried, hopelessly,
To escape.
Eventually, it just gave up. Just
Like that. I was
Paralyzed with fear of...
What? Death? Why?
It's just a mouse, right?
#childhood
#fear
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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
24th Nov 2019 4:34pm
24th Nov 2019 4:34pm
Rekindle
Seemed as if my present-day aged,
reforming my deep-rooted prophecies,
into whims of novelties,
I try to refresh my journeys and fondness for idioms,
Discoveries,
Led me to sceneries of blessings and obscenity,
The effects of my imageries; inclined and bounded by scribble's identity,
I tried to flee the abuse of my ingenuity,
But failed to resist ,
I submitted to tongue's sprain; "my tropical tones" ,'
Resembled fire on burning stones,
Provoked my intimate dream to be awaken; by whispers of illicit undertones.
Candid moans...
reforming my deep-rooted prophecies,
into whims of novelties,
I try to refresh my journeys and fondness for idioms,
Discoveries,
Led me to sceneries of blessings and obscenity,
The effects of my imageries; inclined and bounded by scribble's identity,
I tried to flee the abuse of my ingenuity,
But failed to resist ,
I submitted to tongue's sprain; "my tropical tones" ,'
Resembled fire on burning stones,
Provoked my intimate dream to be awaken; by whispers of illicit undertones.
Candid moans...
#identity
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#learning
#SelfReflection
12 reads
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Alviola
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2021 7:00am
3rd Mar 2021 7:00am
I call it 'Houseblindness'
Guarding the house is a dark green grass
clambering about, threatening to swallow
the wrought iron gate; thinking it trellis,
there is a mottling on the bedroom wall,
designed by the moisture in the air,
flourishing but only if I look away,
the crack on the red wall of the dining room
is longer or it seems to be longer
when lit by the amber afternoon sun,
At some point in our aging, failures fade,
each one, from sight and from care.
soon enough, and kindly, they disappear.
The...
clambering about, threatening to swallow
the wrought iron gate; thinking it trellis,
there is a mottling on the bedroom wall,
designed by the moisture in the air,
flourishing but only if I look away,
the crack on the red wall of the dining room
is longer or it seems to be longer
when lit by the amber afternoon sun,
At some point in our aging, failures fade,
each one, from sight and from care.
soon enough, and kindly, they disappear.
The...
#aging
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Mohdhaiki
Haiki
Haiki
Poem Published
4th Mar 2021 9:00am
4th Mar 2021 9:00am
a cluster of words
Slowly these thoughts accumulate
their burden on my mind is great
forcing me to resort to sleep
reforming all my love to hate
I wake and I am drenched in sweat
staring at my lonesome silhouette
is that my future glancing at me
drowned in salty waters, wet
these words orbit inside my head
what once flourished, now is dead
constellations of man-made regrets
of the twisted, tangled words I said
but what’s in my mind should not get out
or in every other mind they’ll sprout
their burden on my mind is great
forcing me to resort to sleep
reforming all my love to hate
I wake and I am drenched in sweat
staring at my lonesome silhouette
is that my future glancing at me
drowned in salty waters, wet
these words orbit inside my head
what once flourished, now is dead
constellations of man-made regrets
of the twisted, tangled words I said
but what’s in my mind should not get out
or in every other mind they’ll sprout
#sadness
#loneliness
#WritersBlock #emptiness
#WritersBlock #emptiness
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purplebutterfly30
Poem Published
19th Feb 2021 3:07pm
19th Feb 2021 3:07pm
Schizophrenia
Schizophrenia (inspire by Dreezy)
All this pain I have inside I'm trying to manage it ,I think I'm going crazy what have
I become I don't know who I am anymore.
I'm missing me searching for
love but I don't trust no one
and I don't know who I can trust.
I think I'm going schizophrenia
I'm trying not to let my thoughts get the best of me but they are driving me deeper in this hole.
I am dreaming of a woman who will have the whole world in her hands but in the mirror all I see is myself.
I've been hurt by people never met me any good n I...
All this pain I have inside I'm trying to manage it ,I think I'm going crazy what have
I become I don't know who I am anymore.
I'm missing me searching for
love but I don't trust no one
and I don't know who I can trust.
I think I'm going schizophrenia
I'm trying not to let my thoughts get the best of me but they are driving me deeper in this hole.
I am dreaming of a woman who will have the whole world in her hands but in the mirror all I see is myself.
I've been hurt by people never met me any good n I...
#anxiety
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