Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself - Published by new DU Poetry members.
pietjeduif
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:52pm
Yesterday 1:52pm
Scrambled egg mind
Before i start i want to say that I'm not a poet and actually not very good with words but this morning i woke up with the feeling i had to write something down.
To specify what it is about, since 2 years i have chronic back pain.
My mind is a scrambled egg
When days go by that you can’t even focus on one thing and at the end of the day you ask yourself how useless you have been again this day.
Nobody notices what is wrong because you are fighting a war but it is in your own mind and...
To specify what it is about, since 2 years i have chronic back pain.
My mind is a scrambled egg
When days go by that you can’t even focus on one thing and at the end of the day you ask yourself how useless you have been again this day.
Nobody notices what is wrong because you are fighting a war but it is in your own mind and...
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Xhrinic
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:23pm
Yesterday 8:23pm
Becoming
quite the conundrum
to hold tight or throw away
meticulously crafted, nothing in existence
quite replicating its imperfections
never claimed by another
yet even so
crafted from that which was stolen
another personality
to hold tight or throw away
meticulously crafted, nothing in existence
quite replicating its imperfections
never claimed by another
yet even so
crafted from that which was stolen
another personality
18 reads
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Lana7969
Poem Published
19th Oct 2017 11:17pm
19th Oct 2017 11:17pm
"My Current Status"
Lost in my thoughts its and everyday routine...
Pain in my heart its a common thing....
sarrow in my eyes its a usual sight....
Chaos in my ears its a non-stop sound..
i dont know how to get a hold of myself...
i have tried to change...
but its takes me no where of comfort...
so i find myself...
to that unbreakable chain...
that keeps me down in everyway...
i say its them....but i ts only me
who keeps doing this so i cant seemed
to breath...
i need a break from it.. all
i need a space i can call my own ...
Pain in my heart its a common thing....
sarrow in my eyes its a usual sight....
Chaos in my ears its a non-stop sound..
i dont know how to get a hold of myself...
i have tried to change...
but its takes me no where of comfort...
so i find myself...
to that unbreakable chain...
that keeps me down in everyway...
i say its them....but i ts only me
who keeps doing this so i cant seemed
to breath...
i need a break from it.. all
i need a space i can call my own ...
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d3filthy
Poem Published
Today 10:04am
Today 10:04am
-B-R-I-C-K- -W-I-N-D-O-W-S-
This is not the life that I expected to live,
I can't find my way out and I have nothing to give.
The world is playing tricks on me and I can see a ritual,
This window made of bricks makes it hard to see it through.
As I look around the room nothing is as it seems,
I get the worst nightmares from the sweetest of dreams.
Can anybody tell me... "what is real?"
"Can anybody tell me?" what I feel.
Love is an illusion and words are not what they mean,
Am I living in reality? How cruel can you be?
Can you help me out of this place? ...
I can't find my way out and I have nothing to give.
The world is playing tricks on me and I can see a ritual,
This window made of bricks makes it hard to see it through.
As I look around the room nothing is as it seems,
I get the worst nightmares from the sweetest of dreams.
Can anybody tell me... "what is real?"
"Can anybody tell me?" what I feel.
Love is an illusion and words are not what they mean,
Am I living in reality? How cruel can you be?
Can you help me out of this place? ...
16 reads
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Willa
Willa
Poem Published
17th Oct 2017 2:30am
17th Oct 2017 2:30am
All is Well
heart beats fast
breath comes slow
calm down
calm down
all is well
thoughts race by
brain can't process
to many
to many
all is well
muscles clentch tight
grip stays soft
don't squeeze
don't squeeze
all is well
unclench the jaw
tone mustn't darken
stay happy
stay happy
all is well
say the phrase
believe the phrase
repeat it
repeat it
"all is well"
over and over
again and again
it's true
it's true
all is well
maybe one day
repetition isn't...
breath comes slow
calm down
calm down
all is well
thoughts race by
brain can't process
to many
to many
all is well
muscles clentch tight
grip stays soft
don't squeeze
don't squeeze
all is well
unclench the jaw
tone mustn't darken
stay happy
stay happy
all is well
say the phrase
believe the phrase
repeat it
repeat it
"all is well"
over and over
again and again
it's true
it's true
all is well
maybe one day
repetition isn't...
21 reads
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Bpd
Poem Published
Today 11:29am
Today 11:29am
( what me ! ) did I f**king fail again !!!!
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tataramon
Poem Published
13th Oct 2017 6:31pm
13th Oct 2017 6:31pm
Art
I write poems
but I am no poet.
I draw art
but I am no artist.
Brilliant authors can make
words of black and white
paint colors in your mind.
Great artists can make
lines and figures frozen in time
slowly come to life.
I am neither,
but ain't it a waste
to let a plethora of emotions and ideas
stay stuck in your head,
only to be forgotten and someday erased?
but I am no poet.
I draw art
but I am no artist.
Brilliant authors can make
words of black and white
paint colors in your mind.
Great artists can make
lines and figures frozen in time
slowly come to life.
I am neither,
but ain't it a waste
to let a plethora of emotions and ideas
stay stuck in your head,
only to be forgotten and someday erased?
26 reads
2 Comments
B_rad0909
Poem Published
8th Oct 2017 3:20am
8th Oct 2017 3:20am
Shots in the bathroom
I’m drunk in math class
Shuffling through my ripped up baby pictures
looking for my homework
The world has turned and left me here
Ringing through my left ear
I’m in that fuzzy grey area between surccumbing to peer pressure
And being the instigator of peer pressure
I’m trapped inside my persona
A happy go lucky persona that isn’t allowed to have problems
I’m taking shots in the bathroom now
While my friends tell their weekend stories
That was never why they had me around
But because I would take shots in the bathroom ...
Shuffling through my ripped up baby pictures
looking for my homework
The world has turned and left me here
Ringing through my left ear
I’m in that fuzzy grey area between surccumbing to peer pressure
And being the instigator of peer pressure
I’m trapped inside my persona
A happy go lucky persona that isn’t allowed to have problems
I’m taking shots in the bathroom now
While my friends tell their weekend stories
That was never why they had me around
But because I would take shots in the bathroom ...
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faizmohammed
Poem Published
8th Oct 2017 3:03am
8th Oct 2017 3:03am
Farewell to arms
Farewell to the arms of knowledge
All are in tears and get ready for luggage
Realest happiness goes away so fast
Earned memories give way to past
Waves of sorrow come to the heart's shore
Eyes cannot believe this more and more
Life is going to a sorrowful end
Leave us the good ones in this land
All are in tears and get ready for luggage
Realest happiness goes away so fast
Earned memories give way to past
Waves of sorrow come to the heart's shore
Eyes cannot believe this more and more
Life is going to a sorrowful end
Leave us the good ones in this land
21 reads
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Crimson_marquis
Poem Published
6th Oct 2017 6:10am
6th Oct 2017 6:10am
A baby who learned how to talk.
When we were young our life was swings and ball pits, we weren't aware until hairy pits and enormous zits.
We didn't have the time to question our existence , just wondering if our light up Skechers could go the distance.
We would play house with friends no matter how broken our family's were.
Now were"home" concerned of the problems that might occur.
As a kid you would ask questions after questions , never knowing our parents were just giving suggestions.
What we don't realise we were all just kids once, and we still are just living amongst things of irrelevance. ...
We didn't have the time to question our existence , just wondering if our light up Skechers could go the distance.
We would play house with friends no matter how broken our family's were.
Now were"home" concerned of the problems that might occur.
As a kid you would ask questions after questions , never knowing our parents were just giving suggestions.
What we don't realise we were all just kids once, and we still are just living amongst things of irrelevance. ...
43 reads
3 Comments
dankfinesse
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2017 6:52am
3rd Oct 2017 6:52am
Confessions
I have a confession to make.
I don’t really know what I’m doing.
The flair in me,
it seems, had died
long before you came crashing
through my proud shell
still struggling to understand
that now I reap what I sow;
That now the world spun a bit
Too
Fast
For me.
I’m fine.
It’s hard, though
when you eye me lovingly
like I still were the treasure
that you were looking for.
Only if.
I have a confession to make.
I don’t really know what I’m doing.
The flair in me,
it seems, had died
long before you came crashing
through my proud shell
still struggling to understand
that now I reap what I sow;
That now the world spun a bit
Too
Fast
For me.
I’m fine.
It’s hard, though
when you eye me lovingly
like I still were the treasure
that you were looking for.
Only if.
I have a confession to make.
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bsingh
Poem Published
17th Oct 2017 12:08pm
17th Oct 2017 12:08pm
MY INSPIRER
MY INSPIRER,
You are my good luck
Dreams of life
Art in my luck
Every corner you stood by
To awaken my luck
I do not know who you are
You console my luck
I have nothing to bring you
I’m miles away
You have been with me
To be my good luck
Dr. Baljit Singh
Friday 12th October 2012
You are my good luck
Dreams of life
Art in my luck
Every corner you stood by
To awaken my luck
I do not know who you are
You console my luck
I have nothing to bring you
I’m miles away
You have been with me
To be my good luck
Dr. Baljit Singh
Friday 12th October 2012
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