Least Read Self Poems
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Sleeping Away
Written by UnhopefulHopes
Poem Published 23rd June 2017 7:18am
The day begins
after a drink of pins
The night speaks
Only in tounges, only for me to hear
At this time I find myself confused
and disoriented
Am I awake?
I'm frightened and scared
To think, of this life
I'm tormented beyond release.
why can I just be asleep
...Where life is at least bearable
why can I be asleep
So I many forget this world
and everything in it
not too many things frighten me
But, being conscious makes my spine crawl
I live in an odd world where nothing makes sense
yet, I live it... ...
after a drink of pins
The night speaks
Only in tounges, only for me to hear
At this time I find myself confused
and disoriented
Am I awake?
I'm frightened and scared
To think, of this life
I'm tormented beyond release.
why can I just be asleep
...Where life is at least bearable
why can I be asleep
So I many forget this world
and everything in it
not too many things frighten me
But, being conscious makes my spine crawl
I live in an odd world where nothing makes sense
yet, I live it... ...
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Toil
Written by LoudninjaMaster
Poem Published 24th June 2017 2:59am
Like slivers of silent splinters slowly driven into the thumb-flesh as the carpenter works his art upon the dark mahogany of the unburnished wood’s supple skin that willingly yields to the skilled crafter’s subtle touch and the rough caressing of steel, these long and lonely vigils amass in the quiet accumulation of light as it recedes and advances, silently stalking its fleet footed companion with the shimmering eyes.
Unseen, a liquid libation seeps into the grooves and creases, easing the dance of metal and wood, like the last bulbous hope-seed pressed thumb-first into the moist soil...
Unseen, a liquid libation seeps into the grooves and creases, easing the dance of metal and wood, like the last bulbous hope-seed pressed thumb-first into the moist soil...
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Swim season
Written by Brian_Riley96
Poem Published 18th June 2017 5:46pm
Brick walls and stained wood flooring.
Statues wrestling for attention and artwork that paid dividends with its daily beauty.
And a pool that was a short walk from a choir room.
Both places that gave me shelter for years.
A place to be free deep under water.
That silent refuge from the outside world.
I'd sink to the bottom and smile as the bubbles rose one by one.
Those bubbles were my friends.
I created them with every breath.
I watched as they made the slow ascension to the surface.
Some fast and some slow they would rise like smoke from a...
Statues wrestling for attention and artwork that paid dividends with its daily beauty.
And a pool that was a short walk from a choir room.
Both places that gave me shelter for years.
A place to be free deep under water.
That silent refuge from the outside world.
I'd sink to the bottom and smile as the bubbles rose one by one.
Those bubbles were my friends.
I created them with every breath.
I watched as they made the slow ascension to the surface.
Some fast and some slow they would rise like smoke from a...
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I wanted to feel like Tyler Durden
Written by IntoTheVoid
Poem Published 24th June 2017 6:55pm
I wanted to feel like Tyler Durden
so I buzz cut the hair
that i had payed 40 dollars for
Just the day before
Then I wanted to Feel like Slim Shady,
So i called in sick from school
and proceeded to Blond it,
quite badly,
at home
Turns out none of those efforts worked
Cause i'm still here.
I don't know what i expected.
so I buzz cut the hair
that i had payed 40 dollars for
Just the day before
Then I wanted to Feel like Slim Shady,
So i called in sick from school
and proceeded to Blond it,
quite badly,
at home
Turns out none of those efforts worked
Cause i'm still here.
I don't know what i expected.
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168 Hours
Written by Benzy_420
Poem Published 25th June 2017 6:47pm
You have one week to live
What would you do with that week?
168 hours of breath in my lungs
What would I do before my time must come
Spread love like no one's business, sell all my stuff
Try at least one of every kind of drug
Sing a song live to a televised audience
Don't give a fuck if they're even applauding it
Travel the world and see all that I can
Bring home some knick knacks that show who I am
Record a project and hope that it sells
But never regret if it sits on the shelves
Give food to the hungry and pounds to the poor ...
What would you do with that week?
168 hours of breath in my lungs
What would I do before my time must come
Spread love like no one's business, sell all my stuff
Try at least one of every kind of drug
Sing a song live to a televised audience
Don't give a fuck if they're even applauding it
Travel the world and see all that I can
Bring home some knick knacks that show who I am
Record a project and hope that it sells
But never regret if it sits on the shelves
Give food to the hungry and pounds to the poor ...
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Enjoying a Melancholy Delicious Meal with the Songbirds Eating Seed
Written by Messier110
Poem Published 16th June 2017 00:06am
I just finished a bowl of organic turkey & black cous cous,
some chopped bok choy mixed with diced carrots, onions, and garlic.
I threw in a healthy dose of Turkish spices, pumpkin seeds & raisins & tomatoes
& a glass of the Vampire red hit the spot.
I'm so satisfied beyond belief here, alone in my kitchen looking outside my pane window,
staring at the friendly songbirds, vying for control eating seed, oblivious to my supper.
I feel grateful for such a full belly & for this mellow head spinning yarns.
My heart breaks for others less...
some chopped bok choy mixed with diced carrots, onions, and garlic.
I threw in a healthy dose of Turkish spices, pumpkin seeds & raisins & tomatoes
& a glass of the Vampire red hit the spot.
I'm so satisfied beyond belief here, alone in my kitchen looking outside my pane window,
staring at the friendly songbirds, vying for control eating seed, oblivious to my supper.
I feel grateful for such a full belly & for this mellow head spinning yarns.
My heart breaks for others less...
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June 21, 2017
Written by Tenshu_Zninja
Poem Published 22nd June 2017 7:44am
Someone tell me life gets better amd make me believe it. Sadness clings to me like a bodysuit and I embrace it like a bestfriend. There shouldnt be enough frustration in the world to bring me to the brink and back again like the horse shoe loops around the pole only to fall to the ground. Its not always a success, doesnt always bring a winning howl but gods tell me I dont feel the urge to howl like broken things scratchy and rough but also soft and crumbling, jagged soul bits, sharp edged cuts, deep. Begins to sink below the floor that once held steady a heavy heart now holds empty shell.
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Her Farewell
Written by ShaienneMachale
Poem Published 23rd June 2017 7:21pm
She wasn't made to be an adult
Not for real
Everyday tasks like cleaning made her feel
Empty
Angry with the world
How much of one girl can you ask?
Each night she lie in bed sobbing
Head throbbing
Heart pounding in her ears
Chest tightening in fear
That her best would never be
Quite enough
Life is tough when you're battling yourself
Add depression, anxiety, and everything else
You'll get a soul ready to depart
With such an airy heart
And a tilt to the bottle
One pill, ten pills, twenty pills
She's...
Not for real
Everyday tasks like cleaning made her feel
Empty
Angry with the world
How much of one girl can you ask?
Each night she lie in bed sobbing
Head throbbing
Heart pounding in her ears
Chest tightening in fear
That her best would never be
Quite enough
Life is tough when you're battling yourself
Add depression, anxiety, and everything else
You'll get a soul ready to depart
With such an airy heart
And a tilt to the bottle
One pill, ten pills, twenty pills
She's...
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8 Years
I don't like nobody touching me
Idc what you say, it's my life wey
You don't know what I've been through
Psychologist said I was doomed
Even after all the meds
I feel so dead
If I didn't smoke cannabis I wouldn't be alive after all of this
This deal of pain I still don't feel the same
I wish this high would last forever
Things aren't getting any better
Dealing with these memories
It feels like I could pull the trigger
You don't know my pain
My bad we aren't the same
How could you do that to a 6 year old ...
Idc what you say, it's my life wey
You don't know what I've been through
Psychologist said I was doomed
Even after all the meds
I feel so dead
If I didn't smoke cannabis I wouldn't be alive after all of this
This deal of pain I still don't feel the same
I wish this high would last forever
Things aren't getting any better
Dealing with these memories
It feels like I could pull the trigger
You don't know my pain
My bad we aren't the same
How could you do that to a 6 year old ...
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Self structured
Livin father less but not lesser whole world my professor
observing the lessons learned through generational failures
to where I can generate at least one successful in the endeavor to suck less full
of stressful tension braking my emotional suspensions down to dismal suspense filled good for nothing intentions
childhood filled with the word misunderstood must as well
should be an oddity to survive these oddest seas writing my owe version of the odyssey cause I'm just trying to find home
lonesome like many over this course I've heard plenty of penny for your...
observing the lessons learned through generational failures
to where I can generate at least one successful in the endeavor to suck less full
of stressful tension braking my emotional suspensions down to dismal suspense filled good for nothing intentions
childhood filled with the word misunderstood must as well
should be an oddity to survive these oddest seas writing my owe version of the odyssey cause I'm just trying to find home
lonesome like many over this course I've heard plenty of penny for your...
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