Least Read Self Poems
Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself - Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
Masculine
Written by Benzy_420
Poem Published 20th May 2017 9:50pm
As a young man we played with our robots and race cars
Then grew up to meet girls, to get laid and break hearts
My nature, a player, my gender, essential
My sex is determined by hormones and genitals
My pay is a display of hard work and graft
My brain makes no mistake in playing it's part
When I look at a woman my instincts go crazy
My blood pumps and urges to make her with baby
I'll call her and flirt and peacock my dominance
And knowing her eyes grow by evidence of confidence
I'll show off my talents and smoothly bewilder
And won't give...
Then grew up to meet girls, to get laid and break hearts
My nature, a player, my gender, essential
My sex is determined by hormones and genitals
My pay is a display of hard work and graft
My brain makes no mistake in playing it's part
When I look at a woman my instincts go crazy
My blood pumps and urges to make her with baby
I'll call her and flirt and peacock my dominance
And knowing her eyes grow by evidence of confidence
I'll show off my talents and smoothly bewilder
And won't give...
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Nagging Thoughts
Written by GroovySteroids
Poem Published 18th May 2017 10:15am
I've got a kid
Oh boy do I have a kid
He's always with me
But he hides under his lid
He'll nag me sometimes
Oh boy he'll nag
And when he doesn't get his way
Oh boy
Does he get mad
But I've got to blame myself
So I can't be too glad or too sad
I'm both the kid and the dad
Oh boy it sure is tough being a dad
It sure does make me feel mad
Oh boy do I have a kid
He's always with me
But he hides under his lid
He'll nag me sometimes
Oh boy he'll nag
And when he doesn't get his way
Oh boy
Does he get mad
But I've got to blame myself
So I can't be too glad or too sad
I'm both the kid and the dad
Oh boy it sure is tough being a dad
It sure does make me feel mad
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Hey Mum
Written by DarkPandorasKnight
Poem Published 21st May 2017 1:44am
There's a creek down the street
Full of spiders rats and thugs
I go there every evening
Because I'm just so fucking done.
I forgot my mothers birthday
And I broke my brothers phone
Daddy's been at work all day
So I sit here all alone.
I tried calling some friends to rescue me
But they were all a-busy
And the workmen just above my head
Don't realise that I'm here.
I guess that I should tell someone
That I'm waiting to be raped.
Maybe that's a sign of madness
Maybe I just need to vape.
Because I'm fucking horrible...
Full of spiders rats and thugs
I go there every evening
Because I'm just so fucking done.
I forgot my mothers birthday
And I broke my brothers phone
Daddy's been at work all day
So I sit here all alone.
I tried calling some friends to rescue me
But they were all a-busy
And the workmen just above my head
Don't realise that I'm here.
I guess that I should tell someone
That I'm waiting to be raped.
Maybe that's a sign of madness
Maybe I just need to vape.
Because I'm fucking horrible...
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Subtraction
Written by CometSocks
(Comet)
Poem Published 18th May 2017 3:55am
I find I am better at subtraction
Faster at taking you away
And seeing where I stand without you
Not what I could be
Grow to be
Become
With you
Faster at taking you away
And seeing where I stand without you
Not what I could be
Grow to be
Become
With you
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Source
Written by Neurotic-Idealist
Poem Published 16th May 2017 11:41pm
Spewing nonsense nonchalantly
with
an intriguing taste
your time to waste
unfolds below the waist
Everything always changes,
that never changes
But not so seemingly so
Where does time go?
I know I have to let you know
That The Whole Hole
Is as holy as all
with
an intriguing taste
your time to waste
unfolds below the waist
Everything always changes,
that never changes
But not so seemingly so
Where does time go?
I know I have to let you know
That The Whole Hole
Is as holy as all
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Mount Chaka
Written by TooTallJoanz
Poem Published 29th April 2017 5:18am
Mount Chaka by Too Tall Joanz©
That's right, I took yo' breath
I snatched it
before you could catch it
I know!
You ain't got to tell me, chile!
When I rose up out the river Nile
I knew folks was gonna
need medical attention
I'm dripping
cayenne and chocolate
sprinkled with cinnamon and diamonds
doused in honey and nectar
Oh yes baby!
I knows I gots my stuff together!
Parted my thighs
and the Red Sea
at the same time
Batted my eyes
making geysers and lava rise
even causing Mother Nature ...
That's right, I took yo' breath
I snatched it
before you could catch it
I know!
You ain't got to tell me, chile!
When I rose up out the river Nile
I knew folks was gonna
need medical attention
I'm dripping
cayenne and chocolate
sprinkled with cinnamon and diamonds
doused in honey and nectar
Oh yes baby!
I knows I gots my stuff together!
Parted my thighs
and the Red Sea
at the same time
Batted my eyes
making geysers and lava rise
even causing Mother Nature ...
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The pane of desire
Written by martyr26
Poem Published 19th May 2017 4:50am
Viewing the world through the eyes of glass has become a disheartening task. Equivalent to living as a liar with a sharp tongue behind a mask. Miraculously notorious for being transparent and clear. Miraculously with honesty I invoke naught but fear. Though you can see a limitless world through this pane. You will never see or understand this soul shattering pain. For I am indeed fractured, chipped and worn. This well preserved surface reflects all of your beauty so my flaws are easier to ignore. Maybe in the right light my true self can be seen, however the sun and time cannot be controlled,...
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Namaste
Written by diablia363
Poem Published 20th May 2017 2:03am
The beautiful first rays of the sun
brings the pollinating bees, plants, and trees.
the birds seem to fly lower coasting wings spread lazily.
The best part of the sun is the life it seems to breathe into me
it awakens an inner smile that the year-long winters diminish
it brings my practice a lightened energetic intention
I thank myself and the sun for coming to practice today
namaste .
brings the pollinating bees, plants, and trees.
the birds seem to fly lower coasting wings spread lazily.
The best part of the sun is the life it seems to breathe into me
it awakens an inner smile that the year-long winters diminish
it brings my practice a lightened energetic intention
I thank myself and the sun for coming to practice today
namaste .
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What Next
Written by Madintellect
Poem Published 20th May 2017 9:00pm
Do You think
Because I live inside
THE GHETTO OF HELL,
That I some how👉 Do not listen to
HEAVY METAL AS WELL? :D
~•~
If you say when I talk about corruption I don't drop knowledge and spit facts?
I'll likely walk up to you...
Because I live inside
THE GHETTO OF HELL,
That I some how👉 Do not listen to
HEAVY METAL AS WELL? :D
~•~
If you say when I talk about corruption I don't drop knowledge and spit facts?
I'll likely walk up to you...
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Filthy mouth
Written by EpicUtester69
Poem Published 21st May 2017 2:37pm
Filthy mouth drives me away
Who would want that anyway
I wonder where it all started from
Filthy mouth don't do you any justice, none what soever
Drives me crazy to the core
Filthy mouth killed it all
I'm not listening I've switched off
You're just to full on for me
Filthy mouth it keeps on and on
I'm never coming back, you can keep it a your self I'm done.
Who would want that anyway
I wonder where it all started from
Filthy mouth don't do you any justice, none what soever
Drives me crazy to the core
Filthy mouth killed it all
I'm not listening I've switched off
You're just to full on for me
Filthy mouth it keeps on and on
I'm never coming back, you can keep it a your self I'm done.
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Written by takenbykavik1
Poem Published 11th May 2017 6:34am
my eyes feel like fire
my heart feels like rust
m lungs feel like they're filled with dust
my neck feels like grinding gears
my ears ring louder then bells
my blood feels like gasoline
my hair feels like a pitch black oil slick
my steely skin hot to touch
my brain has a few screws loose
is low on power
and also getting over heated
I need to unplug and recharge
my heart feels like rust
m lungs feel like they're filled with dust
my neck feels like grinding gears
my ears ring louder then bells
my blood feels like gasoline
my hair feels like a pitch black oil slick
my steely skin hot to touch
my brain has a few screws loose
is low on power
and also getting over heated
I need to unplug and recharge
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We must remember.
Written by IntoTheRain
Poem Published 21st May 2017 3:52pm
We crawled up from sea,
After the wreckage of battles once born.
We’ve been sailing ships at broken heart harbor,
Boarding runaway trains down lonely night tracks.
We are not accustom to these revolution prairies,
Even though we were born natives and pioneers of pain.
New arrivals to the unknown,
We are restlessly searching for the light halos
On the horizons of today.
Carrying pages of the past,
They are still dripping from the journey.
We move onward towards tomorrow.
Creating a wind to dry them
For the readings of the future....
After the wreckage of battles once born.
We’ve been sailing ships at broken heart harbor,
Boarding runaway trains down lonely night tracks.
We are not accustom to these revolution prairies,
Even though we were born natives and pioneers of pain.
New arrivals to the unknown,
We are restlessly searching for the light halos
On the horizons of today.
Carrying pages of the past,
They are still dripping from the journey.
We move onward towards tomorrow.
Creating a wind to dry them
For the readings of the future....
17 reads
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