Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself - Published by new DU Poetry members.
Grackle
Poem Published
11th Aug 2017 3:44pm
11th Aug 2017 3:44pm
Delusions
Empty puzzle pieces gaping wide,
Showing the world in which I cannot hide,
Shallow emotions flutter throughout my being.
Reflecting everything that possesses absolutely no meaning.
Plastered smiles and stained glass eyes,
Manipulating the world with my horrible lies,
That everything is real,
That I could actually heal,
When nothing but delusions claw through my head,
Making me believe that I am emotionally dead.
Their denial sinks them further under the ground,
Away from the heavens within delusions that they are sound,
People are...
Showing the world in which I cannot hide,
Shallow emotions flutter throughout my being.
Reflecting everything that possesses absolutely no meaning.
Plastered smiles and stained glass eyes,
Manipulating the world with my horrible lies,
That everything is real,
That I could actually heal,
When nothing but delusions claw through my head,
Making me believe that I am emotionally dead.
Their denial sinks them further under the ground,
Away from the heavens within delusions that they are sound,
People are...
25 reads
2 Comments
The_Poetess23
Poem Published
Today 9:10am
Today 9:10am
Embers
The stairs and my embers meet every night around eleven.
I stare off with the night time, thankful for the lonely sky
ashin' embers to my right, smoke inhaling touch my mind
imaginative and a wonder'er of this world, looking for my soul,
in that little girl, lost in myself, my thoughts hold my breath,
i'm neck deep in my shit, i made my bed and laid in it,
Disappointment hanging from the ceiling, closing me in as i'm sleeping
Reality fades out with the evening , when dawn is approaching i see a new beginning,
I'm still holding on to some hurt feelings,...
I stare off with the night time, thankful for the lonely sky
ashin' embers to my right, smoke inhaling touch my mind
imaginative and a wonder'er of this world, looking for my soul,
in that little girl, lost in myself, my thoughts hold my breath,
i'm neck deep in my shit, i made my bed and laid in it,
Disappointment hanging from the ceiling, closing me in as i'm sleeping
Reality fades out with the evening , when dawn is approaching i see a new beginning,
I'm still holding on to some hurt feelings,...
12 reads
1 Comment
MyTruthBeTold517
Poem Published
11th Aug 2017 12:34pm
11th Aug 2017 12:34pm
Slow Decay
Water stilled, frozen by an unfeeling heart
The foreseeable end, is nothing like the memory start
Promises were made, but somehow all assailed
Understanding lost hope, seeing that love has failed
Convicting one’s heart, looking somewhere deep
Wringing out memories, that puddle like weep
Reflecting back to another time, another place
Knowing what was, overlapping hearts to trace
When it was easier to hold and to become as one
But now, different paths await, for each to run
We each own our lives, to go our own way
It is our choice, and ours...
The foreseeable end, is nothing like the memory start
Promises were made, but somehow all assailed
Understanding lost hope, seeing that love has failed
Convicting one’s heart, looking somewhere deep
Wringing out memories, that puddle like weep
Reflecting back to another time, another place
Knowing what was, overlapping hearts to trace
When it was easier to hold and to become as one
But now, different paths await, for each to run
We each own our lives, to go our own way
It is our choice, and ours...
26 reads
4 Comments
Apersson
Poem Published
9th Aug 2017 8:54am
9th Aug 2017 8:54am
My past lies before me
I am captive.
I can't escape the lingering shadow of my father. His abuse, manipulation, and lies in my past, it all lies forever in my path.
Though he is dead, he still controls me through my memory of him.
My body, mind, and soul are still entangled in his sickness.
When I open my mouth to speak, my thoughts can't make it past the feeling of his hand across my face.
Forcing the air from my lungs, not in the form of words, but instead a gasp of pain.
When I wake up in the morning and try to get out of bed, I'm held in a prison of my own body, reminiscent of...
I can't escape the lingering shadow of my father. His abuse, manipulation, and lies in my past, it all lies forever in my path.
Though he is dead, he still controls me through my memory of him.
My body, mind, and soul are still entangled in his sickness.
When I open my mouth to speak, my thoughts can't make it past the feeling of his hand across my face.
Forcing the air from my lungs, not in the form of words, but instead a gasp of pain.
When I wake up in the morning and try to get out of bed, I'm held in a prison of my own body, reminiscent of...
25 reads
2 Comments
Thoughtxo
Poem Published
8th Aug 2017 8:30pm
8th Aug 2017 8:30pm
Stranger
I set eyes on my own blood but it's as though I'm looking at a stranger
Why is this Middle Aged man calling himself my father?
The only father I've ever known is my broken hearted mother
Picking up all the pieces when our family was shattered
Torn hearts, teary eyes is all she sees
Falling to her knees hoping God would hear her plea
She doesn't know how she became a part of this tragedy
Praying these obstacles wont turn her to insanity
Who do you call in times of need?
The father feels no love towards his seed
A single mother on her own,...
Why is this Middle Aged man calling himself my father?
The only father I've ever known is my broken hearted mother
Picking up all the pieces when our family was shattered
Torn hearts, teary eyes is all she sees
Falling to her knees hoping God would hear her plea
She doesn't know how she became a part of this tragedy
Praying these obstacles wont turn her to insanity
Who do you call in times of need?
The father feels no love towards his seed
A single mother on her own,...
24 reads
3 Comments
Nia399
Poem Published
8th Aug 2017 2:11am
8th Aug 2017 2:11am
I Am
I am young
I am ambitious
I have planned it all out, mapped it all out
I said I'd do this and that...and I'm doing it. I'm doing it all I'm doing it well but what is missing
I keep searching for it in beautiful eyes and touchable hair, gorgeous bodies and in unknown kinks
I have it all planned out
I'm doing so well
So why am I in his bed and that bed in my bed now with him and with her
I am doing it all but I don't feel good about
Will I ever just be me alone in my bed
Or will I continue on this maze of gorgeous people
All sharing with...
I am ambitious
I have planned it all out, mapped it all out
I said I'd do this and that...and I'm doing it. I'm doing it all I'm doing it well but what is missing
I keep searching for it in beautiful eyes and touchable hair, gorgeous bodies and in unknown kinks
I have it all planned out
I'm doing so well
So why am I in his bed and that bed in my bed now with him and with her
I am doing it all but I don't feel good about
Will I ever just be me alone in my bed
Or will I continue on this maze of gorgeous people
All sharing with...
73 reads
2 Comments
SweetPurgatory
Poem Published
15th Aug 2017 9:34pm
15th Aug 2017 9:34pm
The Sad Truth
Sometimes,
I've given too much of myself,
not hoping for
love in return,
not expecting anything.
While that might seem
heroic to most,
the sad truth is that
my relationship
with Dad taught me:
don't demand too much of love.
But sometimes,
it's an amazing feeling
to be with someone who
really sees
me.
With someone who
hugs my day with
ordinary, everyday
expressions of love
I''ll miss
when it's gone.
To open up and
reveal my...
I've given too much of myself,
not hoping for
love in return,
not expecting anything.
While that might seem
heroic to most,
the sad truth is that
my relationship
with Dad taught me:
don't demand too much of love.
But sometimes,
it's an amazing feeling
to be with someone who
really sees
me.
With someone who
hugs my day with
ordinary, everyday
expressions of love
I''ll miss
when it's gone.
To open up and
reveal my...
39 reads
5 Comments
AustinMcCoy
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2017 6:30am
3rd Aug 2017 6:30am
All too Familiar
Not another day...
Lost in the ways of no fame
Wanting to create
Seeing the rays
Doubt, worry
Always in the way
I'll start my night
Amidst internal fight
This poem should suffice
My crying..
...Through the night
Lost in the ways of no fame
Wanting to create
Seeing the rays
Doubt, worry
Always in the way
I'll start my night
Amidst internal fight
This poem should suffice
My crying..
...Through the night
20 reads
2 Comments
kilanti
Poem Published
Today 6:17am
Today 6:17am
Anxiety
Hello old friend,
or whatever you are.
it's been three years
I still see your scars.
You push them away,
I know that's what you like to do.
And you hide so well,
except from my view.
And you can sleep in my bed,
I know you will anyway,
And since you've unpacked all your things, in the morning
you know you can stay.
or whatever you are.
it's been three years
I still see your scars.
You push them away,
I know that's what you like to do.
And you hide so well,
except from my view.
And you can sleep in my bed,
I know you will anyway,
And since you've unpacked all your things, in the morning
you know you can stay.
7 reads
0 Comments
tryingtosurvive
Poem Published
29th Jul 2017 5:39am
29th Jul 2017 5:39am
Not Worthy
Trigger Warning: this includes descriptions of suicidal thoughts/actions, eating disorders, and abuse*
I'd like to drown in a bottle
Or hang from a tree.
Paint the walls
With hair just from me.
I could fill the tub
With a river of blood.
I hope I choke on the vomit
I induce
To maybe become
Good enough
Smart enough
Pretty enough
Thin enough
For you, Dad.
I'm sorry I was never enough.
My grades are even a symptom of abuse,
If i brought home straight A's,
He would swing just a little bit softer. ...
I'd like to drown in a bottle
Or hang from a tree.
Paint the walls
With hair just from me.
I could fill the tub
With a river of blood.
I hope I choke on the vomit
I induce
To maybe become
Good enough
Smart enough
Pretty enough
Thin enough
For you, Dad.
I'm sorry I was never enough.
My grades are even a symptom of abuse,
If i brought home straight A's,
He would swing just a little bit softer. ...
33 reads
2 Comments
etherial_ink
Poem Published
Today 8:21pm
Today 8:21pm
Empty Hands
I am powerless
and I feel how you are too.
Our hands
are empty.
We have nothing to give
but a tired shrug,
when they expect us
to be soaring up high.
We'll never be
what they want to see.
Never be
what we used to dream.
So let's go down,
find us a warm place
and use this empty hands
to dig us our graves.
and I feel how you are too.
Our hands
are empty.
We have nothing to give
but a tired shrug,
when they expect us
to be soaring up high.
We'll never be
what they want to see.
Never be
what we used to dream.
So let's go down,
find us a warm place
and use this empty hands
to dig us our graves.
8 reads
0 Comments
StarliteStarfright
Poem Published
11th Aug 2017 4:18pm
11th Aug 2017 4:18pm
Hostage
Sometimes I feel nothing
How can nothing feel so strong?
When I think of nothing at all,
how can nothing feel so wrong?
It's the stillness of a millpond
The deep seabeds' secrets in the dark
The gravity of my feelings below
Pulling downwards as I disembark
I give way to myself
I let myself float down
The treacherous undertows throw me around but
I love it when I drown
I have no need for your life jacket
There is no want to be saved
Because right here in this nothing is
no need to feel enslaved
Life holds me...
How can nothing feel so strong?
When I think of nothing at all,
how can nothing feel so wrong?
It's the stillness of a millpond
The deep seabeds' secrets in the dark
The gravity of my feelings below
Pulling downwards as I disembark
I give way to myself
I let myself float down
The treacherous undertows throw me around but
I love it when I drown
I have no need for your life jacket
There is no want to be saved
Because right here in this nothing is
no need to feel enslaved
Life holds me...
19 reads
1 Comment
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