Self Poems by New Members
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
- Published by new DU Poetry members.
Candid
Amongst the pages of grocery lists and budgets
I've come to write about suicide
Looking at Taz, I cherish him
Like others, he is better off without me
I am pregnant and I see children everywhere
Even myself, a lost child who is angry and sad
Six-year-old me would be so disheartened
If she saw the loner I have become
Don't you dare say it out loud
No one will love you if you don't love yourself
Is it better to stay alone?
Than burden someone with that task?
I cut them off, they reach out
But I can't see them through...
I've come to write about suicide
Looking at Taz, I cherish him
Like others, he is better off without me
I am pregnant and I see children everywhere
Even myself, a lost child who is angry and sad
Six-year-old me would be so disheartened
If she saw the loner I have become
Don't you dare say it out loud
No one will love you if you don't love yourself
Is it better to stay alone?
Than burden someone with that task?
I cut them off, they reach out
But I can't see them through...
#sadness
#suicide
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Good To Myself
I may be good to you
kind and smart and beautiful
Always treat you with respect and understanding
You may think I'm perfect
mature and strong and healthy
But sometimes it gets hard to keep pretending to you
Cause I'm a fuck up
I don't think I'm pretty, smart or strong at all
I may love you
And you might love me too
'Cause I'd do anything for you
But when I look in the mirror
I ask myself why would someone love me like you do
I see all the flaws in me
Everything that you don't see
It's all hidden...
kind and smart and beautiful
Always treat you with respect and understanding
You may think I'm perfect
mature and strong and healthy
But sometimes it gets hard to keep pretending to you
Cause I'm a fuck up
I don't think I'm pretty, smart or strong at all
I may love you
And you might love me too
'Cause I'd do anything for you
But when I look in the mirror
I ask myself why would someone love me like you do
I see all the flaws in me
Everything that you don't see
It's all hidden...
#emptiness
#sadness
#SelfWorth
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A conversation in my head
So , listen Rob, I really think you and I should have a conversation
Ive been sitting here quiet giving you time but Im starting to lose my patience
You brood and you sulk and pity yourself
And frankly its not good for our health
Youre dragging me down, always depressed
Just being around you is hard to digest
Im craving something more from life than this miserable existence
Everything's crashing down around us and you put up no resistance
Do you think the world just revolves around you?
That what you do doesn't affect me too? ...
Ive been sitting here quiet giving you time but Im starting to lose my patience
You brood and you sulk and pity yourself
And frankly its not good for our health
Youre dragging me down, always depressed
Just being around you is hard to digest
Im craving something more from life than this miserable existence
Everything's crashing down around us and you put up no resistance
Do you think the world just revolves around you?
That what you do doesn't affect me too? ...
#emptiness
#identity
#myself #suffering
#myself #suffering
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When I'm in my car
When I'm in my car I think about things
Like the buzzards that always loiter over the highway,
And the orange hue sinkining into its asfault,
And the 1968 Volkswagen Bug that's been sitting on the shoulder for 3 days,
And what I'm going go wear tomorrow,
And the eyeless shadow figures peering in at me,
And how many opossums get hit by cars on this stretch of road every day,
Probably explains the buzzards.
I also think about why I hate my job so much
And if any of the shadow figures thought I was hot,
And if the person who drove the...
Like the buzzards that always loiter over the highway,
And the orange hue sinkining into its asfault,
And the 1968 Volkswagen Bug that's been sitting on the shoulder for 3 days,
And what I'm going go wear tomorrow,
And the eyeless shadow figures peering in at me,
And how many opossums get hit by cars on this stretch of road every day,
Probably explains the buzzards.
I also think about why I hate my job so much
And if any of the shadow figures thought I was hot,
And if the person who drove the...
#frustration
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Fiction
Eyes
inviting
as they conceal
a truth
in the story.
Lips
waiting
to be asked
just to tell
a lie.
inviting
as they conceal
a truth
in the story.
Lips
waiting
to be asked
just to tell
a lie.
#secrets
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8 Comments
Her Point of View!
Tainted Heartbeat, once so vibrant
Smokey breath, that hovers over
A choked-out plea, in sincere despair
An unending stream of tears, for hope, is now lost.
Stolen innocence, undeserving of such
Heartbreaking grief, for joy now departs.
Intertwined emotions, seeds of desperation
Gut-wrenching decisions, that bear destruction.
A Haunting silence, the mind is set.
Unwilling hands, yet the soul commands
Fading world, for it is done.
A life no more, another burnt canary.
Smokey breath, that hovers over
A choked-out plea, in sincere despair
An unending stream of tears, for hope, is now lost.
Stolen innocence, undeserving of such
Heartbreaking grief, for joy now departs.
Intertwined emotions, seeds of desperation
Gut-wrenching decisions, that bear destruction.
A Haunting silence, the mind is set.
Unwilling hands, yet the soul commands
Fading world, for it is done.
A life no more, another burnt canary.
#grief
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
#fear
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The Last Day
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
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God of the Sound of Particularly Tender Laughter
you have this affinity
for things you built with your
own two hands
have this obsession with creation
that's why you learned
to grow berries from the ground up
why you write poems about every person you meet
why you taught yourself to make wine, crepes, bread
and they call you the god of
the feeling that life is worth it, after everything
you used to wander the aisles of the supermarket
at three in the morning
because you worked overnights
called the glow of your headlights home
and fell in love with the way people looked ...
for things you built with your
own two hands
have this obsession with creation
that's why you learned
to grow berries from the ground up
why you write poems about every person you meet
why you taught yourself to make wine, crepes, bread
and they call you the god of
the feeling that life is worth it, after everything
you used to wander the aisles of the supermarket
at three in the morning
because you worked overnights
called the glow of your headlights home
and fell in love with the way people looked ...
#religion
#Romanticism
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always was, always will be
It always was, it always will be.
Who am I now?
Much different than the girl
Back there?
Isn’t that part of the fear –
To find I’d barely changed, barely grown
Despite the years, and the tears –
Stagnant.
Dead at whatever.
Go back, Carole King,
Florence and The Machine - “how could anything bad ever happen to you?”
Indeed, Selene, what the fuck, Selene –
Baby Selene, Teen Selene and her
Florence and The Machine,
I’m so sorry, darling.
Twirl around in your dreams,...
Who am I now?
Much different than the girl
Back there?
Isn’t that part of the fear –
To find I’d barely changed, barely grown
Despite the years, and the tears –
Stagnant.
Dead at whatever.
Go back, Carole King,
Florence and The Machine - “how could anything bad ever happen to you?”
Indeed, Selene, what the fuck, Selene –
Baby Selene, Teen Selene and her
Florence and The Machine,
I’m so sorry, darling.
Twirl around in your dreams,...
#depression
#identity
#confessional
#memories
#SelfReflection
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Letting Go
Learning to love being alive again.
#hope
#forgiveness
#TimeHeals
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Mirror?
What is a mirror if not a mirror?
Is it a thick haze
That almost obscures everything except the glaze
That is the tears coating your eyes?
Scars and wounds tell a tale
With a certain charm
That never seems to be honest.
And what was in the moment
The greatest feat with danger and harm
You'd rather just be modest?
Pain
And torture
And physical stress
And a never ending battle to do your best
Is all forgotten because you got through it.
The mirror doesn't reflect
But projects
As all the pain...
Is it a thick haze
That almost obscures everything except the glaze
That is the tears coating your eyes?
Scars and wounds tell a tale
With a certain charm
That never seems to be honest.
And what was in the moment
The greatest feat with danger and harm
You'd rather just be modest?
Pain
And torture
And physical stress
And a never ending battle to do your best
Is all forgotten because you got through it.
The mirror doesn't reflect
But projects
As all the pain...
#sadness
#hate
#despair
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