Least Read Self Poems
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AdamAmor
Aaron LaLux
Aaron LaLux
Poem Published
17th Sep 2018 1:00pm
17th Sep 2018 1:00pm
The Villain & The Dealer
Gettin’ sh!t on like I’m The Villian,
got this queasy feeling on the line reeling,
coming undone at the same time wound up and spun,
I’m done playing but stuck at the table with The Dealer still dealing,
want to throw myself up out of myself,
can escape every position except the one I’m in,
can’t escape yourself if knowledge is wealth,
then I’m loaded & still spending my winnings,
got Karma Credit but I’m morally cash poor,
because I just fckt my girlfriend as if she was a whore,
and I feel terrible or rather horrible...
got this queasy feeling on the line reeling,
coming undone at the same time wound up and spun,
I’m done playing but stuck at the table with The Dealer still dealing,
want to throw myself up out of myself,
can escape every position except the one I’m in,
can’t escape yourself if knowledge is wealth,
then I’m loaded & still spending my winnings,
got Karma Credit but I’m morally cash poor,
because I just fckt my girlfriend as if she was a whore,
and I feel terrible or rather horrible...
#anxiety
#regret
#MeToo
#suicide
#despair
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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
8 reads
1 Comment
Eudemonia
Poem Published
16th Sep 2018 11:10pm
16th Sep 2018 11:10pm
Lux Magnificum (I Feel Divine)
I crossed my heart
To bridge the divide
And bring your void
Back to life.
I crossed seven seas
To light up your shores
And heal the disease
Of feeling insecure.
I crossed myself
With thirteen stitches
When your golden light
Revealed the nullity of riches.
I crossed the heavens
And now you’re mine.
Illumine all.
Erase the time.
To bridge the divide
And bring your void
Back to life.
I crossed seven seas
To light up your shores
And heal the disease
Of feeling insecure.
I crossed myself
With thirteen stitches
When your golden light
Revealed the nullity of riches.
I crossed the heavens
And now you’re mine.
Illumine all.
Erase the time.
#love
#God
#faith #SelfDiscovery
#faith #SelfDiscovery
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george4man2box
Poem Published
17th Sep 2018 4:28am
17th Sep 2018 4:28am
This Cynic Doth Dispel His Own Kant
Alarming heart wrenching
(stabbing non-abating
with genuine appall
ling brutality) zing
across screen, or
in print exacerbating
forcing, imposing viewer,
and/or reader to revisit
atavistic primal past activating
21st century Homo sapien
to experience (albeit vicariously)
quotidian tragic news,
which relentlessly doth wring
realistic sadness, sans psychic sting
eventually admitting figurative
(sic) kill your hammer
blows deaden public
emotional...
(stabbing non-abating
with genuine appall
ling brutality) zing
across screen, or
in print exacerbating
forcing, imposing viewer,
and/or reader to revisit
atavistic primal past activating
21st century Homo sapien
to experience (albeit vicariously)
quotidian tragic news,
which relentlessly doth wring
realistic sadness, sans psychic sting
eventually admitting figurative
(sic) kill your hammer
blows deaden public
emotional...
#earth
#atheism
#spiritual
#luck
#philosophical
10 reads
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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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Diabolicalizmz
Gr8Ryzyngz
Gr8Ryzyngz
Poem Published
27th Aug 2018 1:48am
27th Aug 2018 1:48am
Inzyde Hell
Felt like damaged goods
My entire life
Tumultuous existence
Since childhood
Brokenness led to
Not knowing how to make
A grown-up choice
Second and third-party
Guessing myself
Being told I don't know
How to live my own life well
Duality in my unworthy
Unwholly spiritual zoulrelm
Has made some of living
This only one life
I 've been lyvyng
One heck of an internal Hell!!!
My entire life
Tumultuous existence
Since childhood
Brokenness led to
Not knowing how to make
A grown-up choice
Second and third-party
Guessing myself
Being told I don't know
How to live my own life well
Duality in my unworthy
Unwholly spiritual zoulrelm
Has made some of living
This only one life
I 've been lyvyng
One heck of an internal Hell!!!
#love
#LifeChangingMoment
#learning #meditation
#learning #meditation
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Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
16th Sep 2018 11:39pm
16th Sep 2018 11:39pm
This Means More Than The Fear Of The Crowd
I've known for decades,
generations
It is impossible to know that it is
impossible, in an abstract sense,
And the next step,
to rewrite the body, the
language in its own language
which is again the whole body.
Body language,
is expressed and expected to be
returned. This is a great project.
I'm like a lesbian telling you the
truth.
And when he reaches a kind of
peace, knowledge, depth of
serenity, and devotion, what he
did...
generations
It is impossible to know that it is
impossible, in an abstract sense,
And the next step,
to rewrite the body, the
language in its own language
which is again the whole body.
Body language,
is expressed and expected to be
returned. This is a great project.
I'm like a lesbian telling you the
truth.
And when he reaches a kind of
peace, knowledge, depth of
serenity, and devotion, what he
did...
#peace
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
17th Jun 2018 4:09am
17th Jun 2018 4:09am
UNRESOLVED MYSTERY
A puzzle I am even unto myself…a mystery not even I can resolve.
I have never understood why I do or act the way I do…the mystery never dissolves
With every leap I take into a brand new day
I blow myself away
Thinking and over-thinking, analyzing and configuring myself like an unsolvable equation
I’ve shot prayers up to the heavens asking the Almighty to explain, awaiting with anticipation
For answers never answered…not even by the Almighty One.
So, I’ve re-traced my footprints paved across the miles of my history and found...
I have never understood why I do or act the way I do…the mystery never dissolves
With every leap I take into a brand new day
I blow myself away
Thinking and over-thinking, analyzing and configuring myself like an unsolvable equation
I’ve shot prayers up to the heavens asking the Almighty to explain, awaiting with anticipation
For answers never answered…not even by the Almighty One.
So, I’ve re-traced my footprints paved across the miles of my history and found...
#loneliness
#identity
#confusion
#SelfReflection
#emptiness
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george4man2box
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2018 8:18pm
3rd Sep 2018 8:18pm
Laryngeal Spasm
(alternately titled: excuse me while aye...
touch the sky, hen derrick lee
and pull lightly gag.)
September third tooth house sand
and eighteen didst find me
to awaken with a start
during the wee
(Willy Paine Weber) re
duck tee yo absurdum painful hour
of predawn this morning
with an experience
nada so grew vee -
feeling (the unstoppable) tree
men diss urge (lance
sing arm) strong
sensation to regurgitate,
which tum me,
(and ma tummy)
prima facie (pre ...
touch the sky, hen derrick lee
and pull lightly gag.)
September third tooth house sand
and eighteen didst find me
to awaken with a start
during the wee
(Willy Paine Weber) re
duck tee yo absurdum painful hour
of predawn this morning
with an experience
nada so grew vee -
feeling (the unstoppable) tree
men diss urge (lance
sing arm) strong
sensation to regurgitate,
which tum me,
(and ma tummy)
prima facie (pre ...
#strength
#hope
#courage
#TimeHeals
#gratitude
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george4man2box
Poem Published
4th Sep 2018 5:53am
4th Sep 2018 5:53am
Saturday...As Usual King Friday
(noah dee ya what activated the
followwing mumbo jumbo gumbo
potpourri.)
Within this cavernous mounting,
and hollow belly aching
numb skull o' mine
mailer daemons craw ling
besieging, bemoaning, and
begrudging silence, a sibling
heart of darkness changeling
swapped within freshly
earthen grave dug -
corpse heard feebly echoing
sound of deathly hallows heaving -
off vitiating undertakers jabbering
rodomontade synchronized tolling
tintinnabulation subterranean spilling
repercussion,...
followwing mumbo jumbo gumbo
potpourri.)
Within this cavernous mounting,
and hollow belly aching
numb skull o' mine
mailer daemons craw ling
besieging, bemoaning, and
begrudging silence, a sibling
heart of darkness changeling
swapped within freshly
earthen grave dug -
corpse heard feebly echoing
sound of deathly hallows heaving -
off vitiating undertakers jabbering
rodomontade synchronized tolling
tintinnabulation subterranean spilling
repercussion,...
#Halloween
#atheism
#fate
#pagan
#magic
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Necromancer311
Poem Published
6th Sep 2018 7:02pm
6th Sep 2018 7:02pm
Dying inside
I am living in a husk
This isn't really me
That you are looking at
My soul is old
Withered beyond recognition
This body is slowly dying
my soul is ready for his end
Is anybody listening
Can anyone comprehend
My mind is already dead
This body is slowly dying
This isn't me standing here
I have already lost this battle
I am saying goodbye my dear
This husk is all
That is keeping my soul together
Ready to be taken away by the wind
Like dust before the storm
Blowing away all the disease ...
This isn't really me
That you are looking at
My soul is old
Withered beyond recognition
This body is slowly dying
my soul is ready for his end
Is anybody listening
Can anyone comprehend
My mind is already dead
This body is slowly dying
This isn't me standing here
I have already lost this battle
I am saying goodbye my dear
This husk is all
That is keeping my soul together
Ready to be taken away by the wind
Like dust before the storm
Blowing away all the disease ...
#dark
#death
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george4man2box
Poem Published
8th Sep 2018 9:45pm
8th Sep 2018 9:45pm
Suffusion Of Profuse Elation
Ah...herewith ma usual
dose of pablum from this meal
lee mouthed muttering
doggerel wordsmith,
who now writes...
so here's the deal,
which reiterates a former zeal
namely, the pleasant feel
ling within this humble congenial
chap - thanking quasi fans heel
ling muss card (scarred) psyche
poetically donning kneel
ling com pose sure (Colin
Kapernick phonetic style, him
an implacably steel)
lee strong willed
up standing heal
dug into grid
iron, albeit...
dose of pablum from this meal
lee mouthed muttering
doggerel wordsmith,
who now writes...
so here's the deal,
which reiterates a former zeal
namely, the pleasant feel
ling within this humble congenial
chap - thanking quasi fans heel
ling muss card (scarred) psyche
poetically donning kneel
ling com pose sure (Colin
Kapernick phonetic style, him
an implacably steel)
lee strong willed
up standing heal
dug into grid
iron, albeit...
#happiness
#love
#strength
#hope
#motivational
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