Least Read Self Poems
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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
Beyondbroken88
Poem Published
21st Oct 2019 9:37pm
21st Oct 2019 9:37pm
Bathe in my Mind
Test the temperature
Be sure it won’t burn you
Be careful
Take caution
This is a body of water
Foreign to your skin
Be sure you are sure
Be certain you are ready
To bathe in my mind
Be sure it won’t burn you
Be careful
Take caution
This is a body of water
Foreign to your skin
Be sure you are sure
Be certain you are ready
To bathe in my mind
#friendship
#humankind
8 reads
3 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
8 reads
6 Comments
OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Poem Published
20th Oct 2021 5:09pm
20th Oct 2021 5:09pm
CHRONICLES OF OXY - HER DUPLICITY
as election nears D. Day
overtime translates standard
and I feel tired, not because of work
(oh no! not because of that)
but for the sensory overload:
loud voices
of the preening peacocks
online, on air
singing a chorous
off key, all sharp and pitchy;
visual abuse
of fake sincerity
with few vibrant colours
contrasting, inciting dyslexia
as a fad, feeling fashionistas;
rotten smell
of brewing conspiracy
mass hypnosis amidst awareness...
overtime translates standard
and I feel tired, not because of work
(oh no! not because of that)
but for the sensory overload:
loud voices
of the preening peacocks
online, on air
singing a chorous
off key, all sharp and pitchy;
visual abuse
of fake sincerity
with few vibrant colours
contrasting, inciting dyslexia
as a fad, feeling fashionistas;
rotten smell
of brewing conspiracy
mass hypnosis amidst awareness...
#SelfReflection
8 reads
3 Comments
Beyondbroken88
Poem Published
20th Oct 2019 1:29pm
20th Oct 2019 1:29pm
My little voice
In this moment
So quiet and peaceful
Is when I hear you clearly
Like a wind chime
You sing sweetly and lazily to me
So quiet and peaceful
Is when I hear you clearly
Like a wind chime
You sing sweetly and lazily to me
#SelfReflection
9 reads
4 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
9 reads
7 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2021 7:50am
2nd Jan 2021 7:50am
Cold Moon
In between the deep breaths of life
In between the vibrations of the universe
In between the fractals of time itself
In between our very human cells
Perfectly ... within a moment of free prose ...
There is us ...
under a cold moon ...
In between the vibrations of the universe
In between the fractals of time itself
In between our very human cells
Perfectly ... within a moment of free prose ...
There is us ...
under a cold moon ...
#love
9 reads
2 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
5th Feb 2021 10:28am
5th Feb 2021 10:28am
In The Midst
The wind out paces
The cold unforgiving ground
Freezing itself
As my heart it surrounds
The cold unforgiving ground
Freezing itself
As my heart it surrounds
#love
#loneliness
9 reads
0 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
11th Feb 2021 10:38pm
11th Feb 2021 10:38pm
When I Used To Bleed Music
I used to noodle my 6-string for hours
Dripping platinum and gold on the carpet
To no one but myself night after night
Drinking in it's sweet surrendered dulcet
Strumming louder and louder faster
Accenting and pumping the beat along
So fast Id cut my skin and bruise my hand
Wizardly charms rang off sure and long
The music made whole by my passion
Ash body and rosewood neck caressed
Thought to note and back again and again
Finding that perfect tone in frets perfectly kissed
The buildup to the...
Dripping platinum and gold on the carpet
To no one but myself night after night
Drinking in it's sweet surrendered dulcet
Strumming louder and louder faster
Accenting and pumping the beat along
So fast Id cut my skin and bruise my hand
Wizardly charms rang off sure and long
The music made whole by my passion
Ash body and rosewood neck caressed
Thought to note and back again and again
Finding that perfect tone in frets perfectly kissed
The buildup to the...
#love
#music
#SelfReflection
9 reads
4 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
19th Apr 2022 1:57am
19th Apr 2022 1:57am
Shifts in Perspective
growing ever disillusioned, hence
this unnatural precarious precision,
our pin-pointed voices mattering
to no one save a handful close by;
the supernatural stamping
with tendency of falling toward
my already fractured heart;
splinters to shards to whole,
help me capture this
impossible moment fleeting,
as you know they all are;
learn to embrace one another
without pretended desire
only acting in earnest empathy
until we leave this place for the next
this unnatural precarious precision,
our pin-pointed voices mattering
to no one save a handful close by;
the supernatural stamping
with tendency of falling toward
my already fractured heart;
splinters to shards to whole,
help me capture this
impossible moment fleeting,
as you know they all are;
learn to embrace one another
without pretended desire
only acting in earnest empathy
until we leave this place for the next
#MentalHealth
#healing
9 reads
2 Comments
DevonJones409
Poem Published
20th Apr 2022 9:54pm
20th Apr 2022 9:54pm
As I lay crying
Awoke, with pressure in my head,
Brain felt like balloon, pink 'n' red.
As clichèt as it sounds,
It'll POP 'n' explode rounds.
a continual pump action,
Cranium capacity, full,
No more room, even a fraction,
Cracking open the skull.
Eleven hours, most of the day,
Head'll go BOOM, so clichèt.
The very next day I wake up,
Deep in ocean, like U-boat, sub.
Surface top, is baseline,
Emotions dive 'n' decline.
Periscope reluctant to raise,
Unable to see above top. ...
Brain felt like balloon, pink 'n' red.
As clichèt as it sounds,
It'll POP 'n' explode rounds.
a continual pump action,
Cranium capacity, full,
No more room, even a fraction,
Cracking open the skull.
Eleven hours, most of the day,
Head'll go BOOM, so clichèt.
The very next day I wake up,
Deep in ocean, like U-boat, sub.
Surface top, is baseline,
Emotions dive 'n' decline.
Periscope reluctant to raise,
Unable to see above top. ...
#sadness
#LifeStruggles
#shame
#TimeHeals
#emotions
9 reads
1 Comment
Beyondbroken88
Poem Published
20th Oct 2019 3:17am
20th Oct 2019 3:17am
Painter
Paint my body with your love
Use me as inspiration
I want to be your vision
Of the confusing balance of good and bad
My perfect moments tarnished by my imperfections
My flaws dulled by my perfection
Causing you to fall in love with my flowers
And ignore my thorns
Use me as inspiration
I want to be your vision
Of the confusing balance of good and bad
My perfect moments tarnished by my imperfections
My flaws dulled by my perfection
Causing you to fall in love with my flowers
And ignore my thorns
#love
10 reads
2 Comments
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