Self Poems by New Members
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
- Published by new DU Poetry members.
A Girl
Crystal lakes inside soulless eyes,
Snow melting on limbs of weakness,
Fiery gold cascading from overhead,
A pinch of “self hate”
A pinch of “self questioning”
A pinch of “Bad Mistakes”
Scars from the sharpest words,
Sexualization from a young age,
Just to be labeled “Jail bait”,
This is what makes me, a Girl.
Snow melting on limbs of weakness,
Fiery gold cascading from overhead,
A pinch of “self hate”
A pinch of “self questioning”
A pinch of “Bad Mistakes”
Scars from the sharpest words,
Sexualization from a young age,
Just to be labeled “Jail bait”,
This is what makes me, a Girl.
#women
#myself
#SelfReflection #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#SelfReflection #DeepUndergroundPoetry
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The Manipulative Ocean
Your bubbly foam tides tickle my feet softly.
You wave so excitedly and even from afar I see a warm glowing star peek behind you.
You introduce me to unique gifts of nature.
Like stars I could never reach from the sky.
I stride through the tides warmed up by the sunset's golden beams.
Currents make me flow swiftly as if I have become your boat.
The diamonds embedded in the water twinkle to distract me of searching the shoreline.
I've gotten heavier.
I start to hyperventilate.
Poseidon's anchor drags my ankles.
I am deprived of control. ...
You wave so excitedly and even from afar I see a warm glowing star peek behind you.
You introduce me to unique gifts of nature.
Like stars I could never reach from the sky.
I stride through the tides warmed up by the sunset's golden beams.
Currents make me flow swiftly as if I have become your boat.
The diamonds embedded in the water twinkle to distract me of searching the shoreline.
I've gotten heavier.
I start to hyperventilate.
Poseidon's anchor drags my ankles.
I am deprived of control. ...
#manipulation
15 reads
5 Comments
Elated/Sedated
To be elated or sedated
That's all she wanted her whole life
Her whole life stood still
It’s all a big game
Stakes are high
It's all or nothing
This time around
No truth, No lie
Just the inevitability
Of ending
Ending whole
Drown me in elation
Cover me up
Make it matter
Make it matter more.
Nothing was ever pristine ...
That's all she wanted her whole life
Her whole life stood still
It’s all a big game
Stakes are high
It's all or nothing
This time around
No truth, No lie
Just the inevitability
Of ending
Ending whole
Drown me in elation
Cover me up
Make it matter
Make it matter more.
Nothing was ever pristine ...
#confessional
#myself
#FeelingLost
23 reads
My Yellow Shoes
Well they used to be yellow,
But have now turned to a faded,
Bleak brown. I put those
Shoes through mud, grass, blood,
And not even I know what else.
Now, they sit in my closet, until the day
I decide throw them out.
They sit there gathering dust
With all my other clothes that are too small
Or that are simply worn out,
And of no more use,
Yet I am still unable to get rid of.
But have now turned to a faded,
Bleak brown. I put those
Shoes through mud, grass, blood,
And not even I know what else.
Now, they sit in my closet, until the day
I decide throw them out.
They sit there gathering dust
With all my other clothes that are too small
Or that are simply worn out,
And of no more use,
Yet I am still unable to get rid of.
#childhood
#memories
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Unwell
Forgive me for being absent I have been a little unwell
I pretend to be ok so I guess you couldn’t tell
I fight an unknown battle of self loathing and shame
My mind is like a wild animal- impossible to tame
I try to block out all the noise
And function with feminine poise
It’s all a lie catching up with me now
The devil is coming behind me trying to take me down
As I sink into the ocean I try to stay afloat
But alas I cannot swim and sadly I do not have a boat
I’m fighting really hard, I know you cannot tell
Forgive me for being absent...
I pretend to be ok so I guess you couldn’t tell
I fight an unknown battle of self loathing and shame
My mind is like a wild animal- impossible to tame
I try to block out all the noise
And function with feminine poise
It’s all a lie catching up with me now
The devil is coming behind me trying to take me down
As I sink into the ocean I try to stay afloat
But alas I cannot swim and sadly I do not have a boat
I’m fighting really hard, I know you cannot tell
Forgive me for being absent...
#sadness
#dark
#shame
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2 Comments
dear, 17
17 years
or 6,210 days
or 149,040 hours
or 8,941,136 minutes
or 536,457,600 seconds
that's how long i've lived
and how long i’ve been on this earth
i'm officially 17
numerically speaking--
that's a long-ass time
realistically, i blinked and it happened
a flash, and here i am
i know i have many years ahead
and many sleepless nights in my bed
but i feel so incredibly old
what feels like
2 seconds ago i was going into high school
and...
or 6,210 days
or 149,040 hours
or 8,941,136 minutes
or 536,457,600 seconds
that's how long i've lived
and how long i’ve been on this earth
i'm officially 17
numerically speaking--
that's a long-ass time
realistically, i blinked and it happened
a flash, and here i am
i know i have many years ahead
and many sleepless nights in my bed
but i feel so incredibly old
what feels like
2 seconds ago i was going into high school
and...
#depression
#hope
#childhood
#birthday
#aging
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13 Comments
In the dark
I struggle in silence and cry in the dark
The dark corners of my room so know one sees me fall apart.
In the midst of my tears sleep finds me
My eyes close and I pray for peace
I have no release my mind is always going everything is moving to fast
Lost in my version of reality how long will it last
No way or where to release my pain or find something to calm me
Free from all of the agony is what I truly long to be
Indulging in loveless relationships because there's a need to be loved
Find someone as broken as me is all...
The dark corners of my room so know one sees me fall apart.
In the midst of my tears sleep finds me
My eyes close and I pray for peace
I have no release my mind is always going everything is moving to fast
Lost in my version of reality how long will it last
No way or where to release my pain or find something to calm me
Free from all of the agony is what I truly long to be
Indulging in loveless relationships because there's a need to be loved
Find someone as broken as me is all...
#confusion
#acceptance
#emptiness
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3 Comments
Instrumentation
Woven archaic sounds
Resonate beauty
upon a wave of a baton
Simple oak or steel
producing musical visuals
synesthetes must adore
I weep for the deaf
the songs speak exclusively
though the vibrations
must massage their brain
like a skilled masseuse
and rummage thoughts of ease
Resonate beauty
upon a wave of a baton
Simple oak or steel
producing musical visuals
synesthetes must adore
I weep for the deaf
the songs speak exclusively
though the vibrations
must massage their brain
like a skilled masseuse
and rummage thoughts of ease
#music
#meditation
#passion
#guitars
#emotions
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2 Comments
I call it 'Houseblindness'
Guarding the house is a dark green grass
clambering about, threatening to swallow
the wrought iron gate; thinking it trellis,
there is a mottling on the bedroom wall,
designed by the moisture in the air,
flourishing but only if I look away,
the crack on the red wall of the dining room
is longer or it seems to be longer
when lit by the amber afternoon sun,
At some point in our aging, failures fade,
each one, from sight and from care.
soon enough, and kindly, they disappear.
The...
clambering about, threatening to swallow
the wrought iron gate; thinking it trellis,
there is a mottling on the bedroom wall,
designed by the moisture in the air,
flourishing but only if I look away,
the crack on the red wall of the dining room
is longer or it seems to be longer
when lit by the amber afternoon sun,
At some point in our aging, failures fade,
each one, from sight and from care.
soon enough, and kindly, they disappear.
The...
#aging
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I want to become star dust
The mask that hangs upon my face
Is slowly slipping out of place
The emotions that are faked
It all started with my parent's mistakes
When I was a child, I was given little to love
So I ended up becoming cold and tough
As I grew a little more I met someone that taught me what was love
I loved them so dear
But in their eyes it wasn't clear
I quelled up the courage to tell them so
Then they tell me instead that they found someone so dear
I went back home with tears
I still believe in a little hope
It's my little way to cope ...
Is slowly slipping out of place
The emotions that are faked
It all started with my parent's mistakes
When I was a child, I was given little to love
So I ended up becoming cold and tough
As I grew a little more I met someone that taught me what was love
I loved them so dear
But in their eyes it wasn't clear
I quelled up the courage to tell them so
Then they tell me instead that they found someone so dear
I went back home with tears
I still believe in a little hope
It's my little way to cope ...
#emptiness
56 reads
4 Comments
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