Self Poems by New Members
Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself - Published by new DU Poetry members.
My tree
I am broken lost and alone trying to find my light but it's to black to see hanging from my tree with all the darkness inside me the tree is old rotten and twisted but it's been my home for as long as I know and as the devil breathes I swing in the breeze like a bad disease broken lost and alone
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Yin Yang <pipe><pipe> Wu Wei
What do children know of balance?
Balance hard, sexy easy
Balance shaky
Let's get queezey
Drugs and rocks and little ladies
Run amok and have your babies
but
"I'm a Republican"
The balance forces us to walk
Along the lines of Sandy chalk
You wonder why it's called "blurred lines"
The line is Dao
The feeble, blind
Seek that truth, and you will find
Mother nature's secret mind
To love and peace--the joyful kind
And all the other things divine.
Lo the balance shows The All
Sinful pleasures help you...
Balance hard, sexy easy
Balance shaky
Let's get queezey
Drugs and rocks and little ladies
Run amok and have your babies
but
"I'm a Republican"
The balance forces us to walk
Along the lines of Sandy chalk
You wonder why it's called "blurred lines"
The line is Dao
The feeble, blind
Seek that truth, and you will find
Mother nature's secret mind
To love and peace--the joyful kind
And all the other things divine.
Lo the balance shows The All
Sinful pleasures help you...
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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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Vascillation
How do I say something with firm conviction?
I am steadfastly convicted that I have no conviction!
This my friend, is what leads to addiction
A demoralizing hunt for escapism
A shred of dubious optimism
Is it a mere case of hypothyroidism?
Are all my toxic thoughts alluding to my hunger for cynicism?
Why can't my body just find its implicit rhythm?
Please
Please just dig my grave beyond the ocean floor
My ever growing emptiness is not a benign sore
A...
I am steadfastly convicted that I have no conviction!
This my friend, is what leads to addiction
A demoralizing hunt for escapism
A shred of dubious optimism
Is it a mere case of hypothyroidism?
Are all my toxic thoughts alluding to my hunger for cynicism?
Why can't my body just find its implicit rhythm?
Please
Please just dig my grave beyond the ocean floor
My ever growing emptiness is not a benign sore
A...
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You Can't Go BackWards
Written by silentwriter
Poem Published 2nd June 2017 3:09pm
you can’t go backwards
you gotta move on
take your dreams with you
your memories will follow you I'm sure
so many years ago
you left your roots behind
oh how your heart did flounder
it wasn’t able to move on
you can’t go backwards
you gotta move on
take your dreams with you
your memories will follow you I'm sure
your heart was broken
but not anymore
you’ve mended your ways
that’s for darn sure
you can’t go backwards
you gotta move on
take your dreams with you
your memories will follow you I'm sure ...
you gotta move on
take your dreams with you
your memories will follow you I'm sure
so many years ago
you left your roots behind
oh how your heart did flounder
it wasn’t able to move on
you can’t go backwards
you gotta move on
take your dreams with you
your memories will follow you I'm sure
your heart was broken
but not anymore
you’ve mended your ways
that’s for darn sure
you can’t go backwards
you gotta move on
take your dreams with you
your memories will follow you I'm sure ...
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What's the point
Written by Dylan_roche2931
Poem Published 30th May 2017 11:21pm
What's the meaning of life
Oh ya I know being suppressed into society like it's a prison
Being judged all the time and being called crazy for asking why
No one wants to hear it anymore
I'm so lonely
There's no Point
I'm like this because of society
Society is cruel
Society kills people from the inside out
There is no way I can leave
There is only one choice
And that's to leave for good
But I'll get through it I hope
I just hope I'm not going to be lost forever
I just hope I'm not lost already
These stones are...
Oh ya I know being suppressed into society like it's a prison
Being judged all the time and being called crazy for asking why
No one wants to hear it anymore
I'm so lonely
There's no Point
I'm like this because of society
Society is cruel
Society kills people from the inside out
There is no way I can leave
There is only one choice
And that's to leave for good
But I'll get through it I hope
I just hope I'm not going to be lost forever
I just hope I'm not lost already
These stones are...
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My Biggest Fear
Written by BenHollis
Poem Published 29th May 2017 3:48pm
My Biggest Fear
Rest in peace Nigga….
But not too deep Nigga…..
Cuz' in these streets, if you sleep, that's yo' life Nigga
I remember when Cisco was the fad
Hangin' out on corners drinking 40's from the bag
But now in my neighborhood and yours,
Niggas done turned into crackheads, and cocaine whores
Robbin' liquor stores for lute to buy nickel sacks and dime bags
And those colorful rags they sport….leaving no money for child support
They say in the system they are caught
So they take another sip of gin and juice because the high they get...
Rest in peace Nigga….
But not too deep Nigga…..
Cuz' in these streets, if you sleep, that's yo' life Nigga
I remember when Cisco was the fad
Hangin' out on corners drinking 40's from the bag
But now in my neighborhood and yours,
Niggas done turned into crackheads, and cocaine whores
Robbin' liquor stores for lute to buy nickel sacks and dime bags
And those colorful rags they sport….leaving no money for child support
They say in the system they are caught
So they take another sip of gin and juice because the high they get...
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this feeling
Written by ocean_wrecked
Poem Published 28th May 2017 2:10am
i know they say it gets easier.
but this burning,
this ache.
it sprouts behind my rib cage,
fills my lungs and suffocates me.
the feeling you get when you're too far from something.
this saudade for freedom that's stretched itself
around my body and taken me hostage.
suddenly i'm not human.
i am a question mark.
?
i am in a box of stigma attached to,
"so what's in your pants"
and "i'd blow you if you had a dick."
i want to be comfortable.
i want to feel like myself.
and i can't.
and it hurts.
they...
but this burning,
this ache.
it sprouts behind my rib cage,
fills my lungs and suffocates me.
the feeling you get when you're too far from something.
this saudade for freedom that's stretched itself
around my body and taken me hostage.
suddenly i'm not human.
i am a question mark.
?
i am in a box of stigma attached to,
"so what's in your pants"
and "i'd blow you if you had a dick."
i want to be comfortable.
i want to feel like myself.
and i can't.
and it hurts.
they...
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