Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself - Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
RoseJasmine
Poem Published
25th Jul 2017 1:37am
25th Jul 2017 1:37am
Lady Rosy
I am a swordswoman in red
Riding a fiery steed
Roaming on battlefields
Canopy is my shelter
So as to be a chivalry drifter
With my steed Whinny Sturdy
People call me Lady Rosy
A self-claimed conquering hero
I bluster and swagger
Break through obstacles
Waken skeptical people
Storm the devil’s castle
My Sturdy gallops with tango
Standing on it
I shoot down a circled eagle
Being a resolute rider
And a sharpshooter
I overheard
Lots of invincible conquerors
Fail to overcome their...
Riding a fiery steed
Roaming on battlefields
Canopy is my shelter
So as to be a chivalry drifter
With my steed Whinny Sturdy
People call me Lady Rosy
A self-claimed conquering hero
I bluster and swagger
Break through obstacles
Waken skeptical people
Storm the devil’s castle
My Sturdy gallops with tango
Standing on it
I shoot down a circled eagle
Being a resolute rider
And a sharpshooter
I overheard
Lots of invincible conquerors
Fail to overcome their...
74 reads
25 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
12th Aug 2017 4:54am
12th Aug 2017 4:54am
sad days
These are the days I cry on the bus for no reason
and struggle to get out of bed
when everything I have to look forward to
comes with sharp tongues and skewed perspectives
that have no place in my reality
If I told you I was tired, I’d be lying
I’m not tired
I’m somewhere else
in a spectrum that can’t be measured
by how hard I worked to earn
the right to sleep
Because no amount of sleep
can shake my bones back into feeling
like they’re guided by more than puppet strings
animating a transient soul through a waning...
and struggle to get out of bed
when everything I have to look forward to
comes with sharp tongues and skewed perspectives
that have no place in my reality
If I told you I was tired, I’d be lying
I’m not tired
I’m somewhere else
in a spectrum that can’t be measured
by how hard I worked to earn
the right to sleep
Because no amount of sleep
can shake my bones back into feeling
like they’re guided by more than puppet strings
animating a transient soul through a waning...
61 reads
11 Comments
flowergirl
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2017 5:44pm
22nd Jul 2017 5:44pm
Meaning Of Life & Luv........
depends on who you ask
meanings of each will vary
but to me ~
Life ~
my mind trembles back a ways
there were times I wished not to live
life sucked backed then
tormented for being me
cause I have a speech impediment
or not as pretty as my sister
or smart like my brother
totally worthless I felt
and was told so everyday
life didn't mean much back then
although my past life
still haunts me in many ways
I'm fortunate for the heart breaks
even ones I've been thru as an adult
they've all led...
meanings of each will vary
but to me ~
Life ~
my mind trembles back a ways
there were times I wished not to live
life sucked backed then
tormented for being me
cause I have a speech impediment
or not as pretty as my sister
or smart like my brother
totally worthless I felt
and was told so everyday
life didn't mean much back then
although my past life
still haunts me in many ways
I'm fortunate for the heart breaks
even ones I've been thru as an adult
they've all led...
81 reads
23 Comments
Magdalena
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2017 1:13am
2nd Aug 2017 1:13am
i found forever in another location
he's a suave sparrow¬ featherless
an exposed backbone
and a baron bottle of deliverance
hanging from those broken fingers
cunning complexion all incomplete
with lines of misfortune and tears
i see right through that nomad soul
it's bleak in those dark corridors
of reflection and mayhem
i silenced his screams with
unwavering virtue
he should know
i no longer wonder through our graveyard
i do not mourn nor regret
there is no sorrow running through my heart
-that life...
67 reads
8 Comments
Magdalena
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2017 00:40am
22nd Jul 2017 00:40am
curious hands
she pulled off his wings
and looked on
fascinated
by his struggle
then she took his legs
with such innocent hands
turning her back
on his last breath
he was already forgotten
by the time she went outside
to taste the ashes
and dig up worms
(pulling this from the archives of my poetry here, as it is one of my favourites and I want to bring it out)
and looked on
fascinated
by his struggle
then she took his legs
with such innocent hands
turning her back
on his last breath
he was already forgotten
by the time she went outside
to taste the ashes
and dig up worms
(pulling this from the archives of my poetry here, as it is one of my favourites and I want to bring it out)
90 reads
18 Comments
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koshka
koshka
Poem Published
6th Aug 2017 9:37pm
6th Aug 2017 9:37pm
adagio in c minor
iii. cavatina:
i touched with more certainty than i felt but my fingers remembered
the firm press, the slide
against lockless keys
& my dusty belly resonated her chantepleure, a stately weeping
more dignified than i felt.
the sulfur coaxed notes grew frenzied, disjointed,
jarring
like my bones meeting the wall.
and so it began.
ii. tre[m]ble:
i lost myself in the comfort of repetition, frantic for the calm
that never came
as tho my frequencies soured the melancholy to suicides.
i. grazioso:
you spoke ...
i touched with more certainty than i felt but my fingers remembered
the firm press, the slide
against lockless keys
& my dusty belly resonated her chantepleure, a stately weeping
more dignified than i felt.
the sulfur coaxed notes grew frenzied, disjointed,
jarring
like my bones meeting the wall.
and so it began.
ii. tre[m]ble:
i lost myself in the comfort of repetition, frantic for the calm
that never came
as tho my frequencies soured the melancholy to suicides.
i. grazioso:
you spoke ...
74 reads
20 Comments
FromTheAsh
Poem Published
19th Aug 2017 11:14am
19th Aug 2017 11:14am
meet you there
I watch very carefully
for unspoken introductions
hidden familiarity
and undeniable recognition
how a face can be unknown
features but a shell
yet seen through the mind
who they are - undeniable
I'll know you instead
by the tracks of your pain
the way you love
and your spirit's secret name
should you be looking
keep your ears to the ground
listening for a language
without any sound
you'll find me
upon the shores of a lake
fingers trailing in water
your reflection shivering in their wake
you’ll...
for unspoken introductions
hidden familiarity
and undeniable recognition
how a face can be unknown
features but a shell
yet seen through the mind
who they are - undeniable
I'll know you instead
by the tracks of your pain
the way you love
and your spirit's secret name
should you be looking
keep your ears to the ground
listening for a language
without any sound
you'll find me
upon the shores of a lake
fingers trailing in water
your reflection shivering in their wake
you’ll...
57 reads
8 Comments
FromTheAsh
Poem Published
13th Aug 2017 7:02am
13th Aug 2017 7:02am
field of hidden souls
curled within my verdant cradle
lost in solemn contemplation
hope-filled eyes silently waiting
for heavy clouds to shift
absorbing raindrops utterly unnoticed
too gentle to disturb my thoughts
(not nearly as cold as my pain)
pulsating like acid
moving sluggishly through aching veins
when sense could not be made
no matter how long I studied the patterns
I reached for familiar connection
but their lights all remained hidden
tucked behind a field of shaded grey
eyes burning from the pressure
borne of...
lost in solemn contemplation
hope-filled eyes silently waiting
for heavy clouds to shift
absorbing raindrops utterly unnoticed
too gentle to disturb my thoughts
(not nearly as cold as my pain)
pulsating like acid
moving sluggishly through aching veins
when sense could not be made
no matter how long I studied the patterns
I reached for familiar connection
but their lights all remained hidden
tucked behind a field of shaded grey
eyes burning from the pressure
borne of...
58 reads
24 Comments
Ragnar
Poem Published
11th Aug 2017 5:49am
11th Aug 2017 5:49am
Unique Universe
There is so much more to me than meets the eye.
Many have tried to comprehend the depths of me, but those shallow ones only discarded my uniqueness.
They truly did not know the value of the multifaceted gem that is my soul.
Perhaps someday, I will be fortunate enough to have someone take the time to truly uncover it.
For if they could see, just a glimpse of the untold riches of my treasure, then perhaps they could know and then appreciate, the worth of bounty that would be bestowed upon them.
Like King Arthur, only one can pull the sword from the stone. ...
Many have tried to comprehend the depths of me, but those shallow ones only discarded my uniqueness.
They truly did not know the value of the multifaceted gem that is my soul.
Perhaps someday, I will be fortunate enough to have someone take the time to truly uncover it.
For if they could see, just a glimpse of the untold riches of my treasure, then perhaps they could know and then appreciate, the worth of bounty that would be bestowed upon them.
Like King Arthur, only one can pull the sword from the stone. ...
56 reads
23 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
30th Jul 2017 7:54pm
30th Jul 2017 7:54pm
What's Broke in Me
When still in my prime the well ran dry
Hiding from my lubricious lie
Chasing unchaste desires acting uncouth
Undisciplined throughout my jaunty youth
I spared the rod so carelessly
Yet my heart still beat relentlessly
Pumping full of silent screams
Flushing out forbidden dreams
Cells bursting that forever bleed
Denying love the seminal seed
My phallicy fell into the cracks of age
Spilling bloodied verse upon the page
There's nothing left o have and hold
In a dormant heart that embraces...
Hiding from my lubricious lie
Chasing unchaste desires acting uncouth
Undisciplined throughout my jaunty youth
I spared the rod so carelessly
Yet my heart still beat relentlessly
Pumping full of silent screams
Flushing out forbidden dreams
Cells bursting that forever bleed
Denying love the seminal seed
My phallicy fell into the cracks of age
Spilling bloodied verse upon the page
There's nothing left o have and hold
In a dormant heart that embraces...
58 reads
17 Comments
FromTheAsh
Poem Published
25th Jul 2017 1:43pm
25th Jul 2017 1:43pm
late bloomer
I definitely have my kink side
though most days I’m pretty shy
still… I love a bit of Boss
a little take charge
Mr. Call-the-Shots
I’m a late bloomer
slow to free my beast
but she’s always been the strongest part of me
I’m something of a contradiction
sure, I like it tender
slow and smooth
(delivered with a bit of twist)
I like the sweet and sensual
but, gods, I crave the primal
a little tie me up
and make me ache for it
but then, by the gods, you'd better deliver
as I said, I’m mostly timid ...
though most days I’m pretty shy
still… I love a bit of Boss
a little take charge
Mr. Call-the-Shots
I’m a late bloomer
slow to free my beast
but she’s always been the strongest part of me
I’m something of a contradiction
sure, I like it tender
slow and smooth
(delivered with a bit of twist)
I like the sweet and sensual
but, gods, I crave the primal
a little tie me up
and make me ache for it
but then, by the gods, you'd better deliver
as I said, I’m mostly timid ...
71 reads
16 Comments
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