Self Poems by New Members
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
- Published by new DU Poetry members.
myrajane72
Poem Published
Today 7:33am
Today 7:33am
The Rise and Fall
I look to inspire,
but feel nothing but desire
The longing for more
Continuously looking to pour,
All of myself into every activity
I can't hold back the creativity
It flows like a river
Enticing like a shiver
I cannot relate
For all of this is fake
My desire is harmful
I'm truly sorrowful
Mania is a swarm of inconsistencies
A ride filled with contingencies
All to prevent the inevitable fall
To hold my hand when I hit that wall
A come down like no other
For all it does is smother,
Away the...
but feel nothing but desire
The longing for more
Continuously looking to pour,
All of myself into every activity
I can't hold back the creativity
It flows like a river
Enticing like a shiver
I cannot relate
For all of this is fake
My desire is harmful
I'm truly sorrowful
Mania is a swarm of inconsistencies
A ride filled with contingencies
All to prevent the inevitable fall
To hold my hand when I hit that wall
A come down like no other
For all it does is smother,
Away the...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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Everyday_Author
Poem Published
Today 6:35pm
Today 6:35pm
Blisters: The Journey Begins
As I break ground
my hands form blisters
"Why are you hiding?
Just tell her you miss her"
With axe in hand I will turn solid earth to fissure
I'm human; all too human
Can I handle the pressure?
One...two...three... One...two...three...
I establish a rhythm
as I listen to the sound
of other men sinking
"She's moved on
You read her wrong"
or are those just excuse
to not carry on?
I've barely made a chip
but I'm proud of my reflection
I'll dig down deep....or slip
under the waves of...
my hands form blisters
"Why are you hiding?
Just tell her you miss her"
With axe in hand I will turn solid earth to fissure
I'm human; all too human
Can I handle the pressure?
One...two...three... One...two...three...
I establish a rhythm
as I listen to the sound
of other men sinking
"She's moved on
You read her wrong"
or are those just excuse
to not carry on?
I've barely made a chip
but I'm proud of my reflection
I'll dig down deep....or slip
under the waves of...
#depression
#strength
#myself #UnrequitedLove
#myself #UnrequitedLove
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TeriyakiSuicide
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:45pm
Yesterday 9:45pm
Moon from the window
I wish I could say I was the kind of child
who watched the moon from his window,
would turn toward it and wonder.
I never wondered. I read. Dark signs
that crawled towards the edge of the page.
It took me years to grow a heart
from paper and glue. All I had
was a flashlight, bright as the moon,
a white hole blazing beneath the sheets.
who watched the moon from his window,
would turn toward it and wonder.
I never wondered. I read. Dark signs
that crawled towards the edge of the page.
It took me years to grow a heart
from paper and glue. All I had
was a flashlight, bright as the moon,
a white hole blazing beneath the sheets.
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfReflection
16 reads
2 Comments
AguyfromTown
Poem Published
20th Feb 2020 10:57pm
20th Feb 2020 10:57pm
Numb
While my heart beats, my body is still
With my eyes open everything is dark
I can hear sounds but not the sound of you
And when I try to feel, I feel empty
Some days I'm allowed to see outside
See the light, feel the warmth and hear your voice
As much as I would love to stay outside
My visits are cut short
I'm dragged back in falling to the bottom
Your voice fading until it's forgotten
And so it begins again
While my heart beats, my body is still
With my eyes open everything is dark
I can hear sounds but not the sound of you
And when I try to feel, I feel empty
Some days I'm allowed to see outside
See the light, feel the warmth and hear your voice
As much as I would love to stay outside
My visits are cut short
I'm dragged back in falling to the bottom
Your voice fading until it's forgotten
And so it begins again
While my heart beats, my body is still
#depression
#FeelingTrapped
40 reads
3 Comments
eljustignoreyou
John Daliva
John Daliva
Poem Published
Today 9:46am
Today 9:46am
Rest among the chaos
i just want to get lost
for a certain amount of time.
lost in my own cosmos,
in the depth of my own thoughts.
where no one can bother me
where i can find silence
or peace even.
go through a slumber
rest from chaos
escape from all the uproar
to close my eyes shut
and elude all the turmoil
to find solitude
and find meaning
then I'll come out
worthy to live in a beautiful
state of peace
for a certain amount of time.
lost in my own cosmos,
in the depth of my own thoughts.
where no one can bother me
where i can find silence
or peace even.
go through a slumber
rest from chaos
escape from all the uproar
to close my eyes shut
and elude all the turmoil
to find solitude
and find meaning
then I'll come out
worthy to live in a beautiful
state of peace
#dreams
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
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blossomingmysoul
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 7:48pm
17th Feb 2020 7:48pm
Behind this wall
When the night comes and I feel alone
I over think on you
Letting go was your choice
I can't do anything
I just want to be free
from this feeling
Because it's killing me inside
I have never been so hurt before
That's why I have been avoiding to be in love
all this time
Then you came,
Made me built bridges
But now, you got me a wall
I gave you all my own
My heart and soul
Were yours
You just kick me out
Like I was nothing, nothing
When the night comes and the tears ...
I over think on you
Letting go was your choice
I can't do anything
I just want to be free
from this feeling
Because it's killing me inside
I have never been so hurt before
That's why I have been avoiding to be in love
all this time
Then you came,
Made me built bridges
But now, you got me a wall
I gave you all my own
My heart and soul
Were yours
You just kick me out
Like I was nothing, nothing
When the night comes and the tears ...
#love
#heartbroken
#FeelingLost
#disappointment
#hurt
29 reads
1 Comment
Oojfcmg
Taralynn
Taralynn
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2020 7:49am
22nd Feb 2020 7:49am
Royal
Years roll on
Cycles wax and wane
The fallen rise again
To fall and rise again.
Carry this
burden as a gift
Even when you lift
with bloody broken fists.
A journey long
Lose more ground than gain
Seventeen days of rain
And then it rains again.
But when it does,
You’ll know what to let rust
So when you rule
You’ll know what counts as just.
Cycles wax and wane
The fallen rise again
To fall and rise again.
Carry this
burden as a gift
Even when you lift
with bloody broken fists.
A journey long
Lose more ground than gain
Seventeen days of rain
And then it rains again.
But when it does,
You’ll know what to let rust
So when you rule
You’ll know what counts as just.
#courage
#motivational
#humankind
#admiration
#heroic
24 reads
3 Comments
anvinvil
Poem Published
Today 5:17pm
Today 5:17pm
Winter
Barren trees with giant fingers raised to the sky begging the heavens to return rain to the earth so life can begin anew.
The prison of snow trapping the potential of new birth from the life giving sun,
trapped but screaming to be let out to run in the springtime like children in the sunshine.
The battle between the sun and the cold for control of life itself. Life reluctantly adjusts but grits it’s teeth in rebellion...
The prison of snow trapping the potential of new birth from the life giving sun,
trapped but screaming to be let out to run in the springtime like children in the sunshine.
The battle between the sun and the cold for control of life itself. Life reluctantly adjusts but grits it’s teeth in rebellion...
#nature
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Shiva_143
Poem Published
21st Feb 2020 4:46am
21st Feb 2020 4:46am
A Strange Gift From a Familiar Guest
The Devil visited my home;
I told him I was all alone,
Insisted that he take a seat,
And offered him some food to eat.
He asked me all about my day,
Implored by what I had to say:
“I tell you, Satan, life is Hell;
A drip of scotch would serve me well.”
He conjured up a shot of scotch,
Watched me as I botched my swallow;
Lots of knots consumed my thoughts,
Can’s and cannot’s, sure to follow.
Writhing in my grievous torment,
Feelings previously dormant
Rose from ashes; agony!
It unleashed my depravity....
I told him I was all alone,
Insisted that he take a seat,
And offered him some food to eat.
He asked me all about my day,
Implored by what I had to say:
“I tell you, Satan, life is Hell;
A drip of scotch would serve me well.”
He conjured up a shot of scotch,
Watched me as I botched my swallow;
Lots of knots consumed my thoughts,
Can’s and cannot’s, sure to follow.
Writhing in my grievous torment,
Feelings previously dormant
Rose from ashes; agony!
It unleashed my depravity....
#LifeStruggles
#devil
#learning
#SelfReflection
#meditation
42 reads
3 Comments
Shakti_143
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:31pm
Yesterday 10:31pm
Bewildered
Bewildered; mind fragmented with copious amounts of fatuous words
Unhinged dreams manifest in streams,
like specks of dust in sunlights beams.
My inner voice seems slurred
I struggle to be heard
Unhinged dreams manifest in streams,
like specks of dust in sunlights beams.
My inner voice seems slurred
I struggle to be heard
#LifeStruggles
#confusion
#FeelingLost
13 reads
0 Comments
Silverotter65
Drew1103
Drew1103
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2020 3:35pm
22nd Feb 2020 3:35pm
Saor Alba gu Brath
Saor Alba gu Brath
I dream a dream
A land so free,
No more in need
No more in pain,
Where all are equal
Under one banner,
of peace and love
For one another,
Scotland!
My heart,
A land that I love.
Drew Balfour © 2019
I dream a dream
A land so free,
No more in need
No more in pain,
Where all are equal
Under one banner,
of peace and love
For one another,
Scotland!
My heart,
A land that I love.
Drew Balfour © 2019
#motivational
#inspirational
#honesty #uplifting
#honesty #uplifting
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Edward80
Ef
Ef
Poem Published
18th Feb 2020 8:29pm
18th Feb 2020 8:29pm
Melancholy
Melancholy runs through me straight to the bone.
Sitting in my flat as always alone.
Sounds in my head take on a deathly tone.
No voice comes out, only a tortured moan.
My heart's as heavy as a solid stone.
The demons in my head are truly my own.
Wish I could say my mind has grown.
But every chance I've had I've truly blown.
Wish there was a different me, maybe a clone.
Who could repent of all the seeds I've sown.
Another shit poem I hear you all groan.
But this is the last I'll submit from my lonesome throne.
Sitting in my flat as always alone.
Sounds in my head take on a deathly tone.
No voice comes out, only a tortured moan.
My heart's as heavy as a solid stone.
The demons in my head are truly my own.
Wish I could say my mind has grown.
But every chance I've had I've truly blown.
Wish there was a different me, maybe a clone.
Who could repent of all the seeds I've sown.
Another shit poem I hear you all groan.
But this is the last I'll submit from my lonesome throne.
#regret
#loneliness
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
27 reads
0 Comments
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