Popular Self Poems
Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself - Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
werbepause ~ {xv}
Written by _shadoe_
(koshka)
Poem Published 13th June 2017 5:36pm
what does the audience know
of the canyon i try to fill
poem after poem
bottle after bottle
& the chasm that remains
gaping, an eternal ode
to input error[s]
.
.
.
my breast is a hearse
carrying my heart
& if you lay your head
to the pale skin, you
might hear the mimic
of life & pulse ~
... mockery on horseback
[thundering
against my ribs]
or perhaps names
like dragonflies
caught beneath the
plexiglass transparency
of my carefree façade,
their multi tonal...
of the canyon i try to fill
poem after poem
bottle after bottle
& the chasm that remains
gaping, an eternal ode
to input error[s]
.
.
.
my breast is a hearse
carrying my heart
& if you lay your head
to the pale skin, you
might hear the mimic
of life & pulse ~
... mockery on horseback
[thundering
against my ribs]
or perhaps names
like dragonflies
caught beneath the
plexiglass transparency
of my carefree façade,
their multi tonal...
85 reads
28 Comments
Without borders
Written by lepperochan
Poem Published 22nd June 2017 6:32am
..and it applies
to people too", he said
"you'll see when you get older"
we got out of the car
me, with a bundle of clothes
under my arm
Aunt Lena
already had her front door open
could smell the gas cooker
heating the tea
and she wanted
to have it on the table
for when my Dad and me
sat down
I loved her for it
and I loved her
for the way she talked to me
despite the trouble
I was in
she winked at my Dad
looked at me
said "none of that here now
ya gurrier" ...
to people too", he said
"you'll see when you get older"
we got out of the car
me, with a bundle of clothes
under my arm
Aunt Lena
already had her front door open
could smell the gas cooker
heating the tea
and she wanted
to have it on the table
for when my Dad and me
sat down
I loved her for it
and I loved her
for the way she talked to me
despite the trouble
I was in
she winked at my Dad
looked at me
said "none of that here now
ya gurrier" ...
72 reads
14 Comments
Downhill
Written by Taryn
Poem Published 19th June 2017 00:07am
thoughts seldom
opposing
prevalent
struggling daily
war within
wages
winds blow
clouds roll in
time stopped
for each breath
stolen
words written
no translation
baffled remains
questioning
everything
crows fly
over blackened
hearts
claws digging
picking apart
eyes closed
faces pressed
glass fogs
distorting
the rest
eyes open
lips sealed
battles silenced
looking downhill
from here
opposing
prevalent
struggling daily
war within
wages
winds blow
clouds roll in
time stopped
for each breath
stolen
words written
no translation
baffled remains
questioning
everything
crows fly
over blackened
hearts
claws digging
picking apart
eyes closed
faces pressed
glass fogs
distorting
the rest
eyes open
lips sealed
battles silenced
looking downhill
from here
84 reads
21 Comments
If I Were A Poet...
Written by Purpleheart
Poem Published 29th May 2017 5:51pm
Oh, if I were a Poet...
How great would that be?
Like all the rest
With their B and MA's,
In varying degrees
But I am afraid
Not a girl like me
Plain and simple that she be
I want to prove to the world
That I am
Here
I wish words came easier
Dreams of being a published poet
One day, we shall see
Never give up
That is me
Here I am.
How great would that be?
Like all the rest
With their B and MA's,
In varying degrees
But I am afraid
Not a girl like me
Plain and simple that she be
I want to prove to the world
That I am
Here
I wish words came easier
Dreams of being a published poet
One day, we shall see
Never give up
That is me
Here I am.
81 reads
22 Comments
f**k You!
Written by diamonddave75
Poem Published 10th June 2017 5:20am
empty places
digging deep
for illusions
and grandeur
past humans
judge and snipe
afraid to compromise
their souls
i’ve earned
each praise
every insult
that i’m inferior
grown beyond
the terms
of any
contract
never sold
my presence
or creativity
for dollars
if so i’d
be a whore
lonely and
abandoned
fame robs
sacred hearts
steals
promises
don’t barter
talent
for fucking
suckers
simply say
two words
with drink
in hand ...
digging deep
for illusions
and grandeur
past humans
judge and snipe
afraid to compromise
their souls
i’ve earned
each praise
every insult
that i’m inferior
grown beyond
the terms
of any
contract
never sold
my presence
or creativity
for dollars
if so i’d
be a whore
lonely and
abandoned
fame robs
sacred hearts
steals
promises
don’t barter
talent
for fucking
suckers
simply say
two words
with drink
in hand ...
57 reads
16 Comments
The Waif
Written by 24601
(John Brady)
Poem Published 21st June 2017 12:26pm
they tell you about facial hair
they tattle on about it
it's on every commercial
every magazine
every sly Youtube opener
telling us that our gray
is not for fine female eyes
but nothing
(fucking nothing)
prepares you
for your first gray pube
nothing prepares you
as you gaze ball-ward in the tub
for that dull little imp
lounging on your moist thigh
bedraggled, curled and sarcastic;
the spent party streamer in the rain
they don't teach
that shit in high school
oh sure, they teach the...
they tattle on about it
it's on every commercial
every magazine
every sly Youtube opener
telling us that our gray
is not for fine female eyes
but nothing
(fucking nothing)
prepares you
for your first gray pube
nothing prepares you
as you gaze ball-ward in the tub
for that dull little imp
lounging on your moist thigh
bedraggled, curled and sarcastic;
the spent party streamer in the rain
they don't teach
that shit in high school
oh sure, they teach the...
46 reads
14 Comments
Tumbleweed
Written by Isgyppie_
Poem Published 28th May 2017 6:48pm
I keep scratching out
The words I've written.
Maybe I should restart
With a pencil;
But something in my soul
Relates
To the tumbleweed like
Etches strewn about
The page.
It may perhaps be
More of a representation
Of my current feelings
Than the words
That lie underneath.
The words I've written.
Maybe I should restart
With a pencil;
But something in my soul
Relates
To the tumbleweed like
Etches strewn about
The page.
It may perhaps be
More of a representation
Of my current feelings
Than the words
That lie underneath.
53 reads
9 Comments
For me before I die
Written by Grace
(Idryad)
Poem Published 12th June 2017 3:15am
build me a shed by the river
that runs through the woods
that I may see the crystal clear water
flowing to its final destination
weave me a tapestry
where love is the golden thread
that runs through the images
of its decorative flora and fauna
paint me a picture
that captures the sun-rays
of happiness
through the canopy of trees
in the wilderness
take photographs of the hyacinth
that blooms only at midnight
when the boat draws near
to take me across the river.
that runs through the woods
that I may see the crystal clear water
flowing to its final destination
weave me a tapestry
where love is the golden thread
that runs through the images
of its decorative flora and fauna
paint me a picture
that captures the sun-rays
of happiness
through the canopy of trees
in the wilderness
take photographs of the hyacinth
that blooms only at midnight
when the boat draws near
to take me across the river.
46 reads
11 Comments
Kiss Me
Written by JusTim_
Poem Published 26th May 2017 2:13pm
Kiss me softly in the rain
(oh so longingly) Kiss Me
moist moments melt
still hearts flutter
skip,
splash,
sputter
romance washed together
by chance
once more
brush your wetness
upon my blushed cheek
close your eyes
and
just Kiss Me
. . . . . before I say goodbye
(oh so longingly) Kiss Me
moist moments melt
still hearts flutter
skip,
splash,
sputter
romance washed together
by chance
once more
brush your wetness
upon my blushed cheek
close your eyes
and
just Kiss Me
. . . . . before I say goodbye
56 reads
14 Comments
Manimalistic
Written by David_Macleod
Poem Published 17th June 2017 1:51am
I want the neck of a giraffe
As a security measure
I will need binoculars too
And a camouflage romper suit
And two radio antennas
I want the legs of an antelope
With all that bounce
And all that spring
Faster than a cheetah
And two horns for stabbing
I want the power of an elephant
All that might and majesty
I can shower myself without a shower
I can be a Hindu god
I want the cunning of a snake
The ability to hypnotise
To hiss like escaping gas
To have fatal venom
I want to be a Girafelopephantosnake
As a security measure
I will need binoculars too
And a camouflage romper suit
And two radio antennas
I want the legs of an antelope
With all that bounce
And all that spring
Faster than a cheetah
And two horns for stabbing
I want the power of an elephant
All that might and majesty
I can shower myself without a shower
I can be a Hindu god
I want the cunning of a snake
The ability to hypnotise
To hiss like escaping gas
To have fatal venom
I want to be a Girafelopephantosnake
45 reads
14 Comments
mother's love
Written by FromTheAsh
Poem Published 27th May 2017 11:19pm
shades of life spread
as the wings of avian mother
protectively above my head
enfolded, I am
in the shelter of her embrace
to breathe deeply
troubles releasing
ancient bark beneath my hand
restoring me for days to come
sinking the roots of my soul
deeply into her nourishing soil
these moments pass too soon
and I'm gaunt
from the erosion of life
my well has run nearly dry
precious seconds stolen from my hours
to see me through haggard tomorrows
beneath her canopy I gratefully rest
scent of her magic ...
as the wings of avian mother
protectively above my head
enfolded, I am
in the shelter of her embrace
to breathe deeply
troubles releasing
ancient bark beneath my hand
restoring me for days to come
sinking the roots of my soul
deeply into her nourishing soil
these moments pass too soon
and I'm gaunt
from the erosion of life
my well has run nearly dry
precious seconds stolen from my hours
to see me through haggard tomorrows
beneath her canopy I gratefully rest
scent of her magic ...
61 reads
12 Comments
a wilderness of horrors
Written by DevlinDLC
Poem Published 26th June 2017 4:05am
your past
is a wilderness of horrors
I heard that somewhere
rumored in a distance
perhaps carried in a far
but however the words, the phrase, the term, the quote
feels like an open wound
beneath a permanent scar
I think I have something to say?
or maybe I dreamt that I had something to say?
one thing is for sure, I lie in bed some nights
staring into the abyss of all my bad hits and cold misses
pondering in the present feeling marooned in the past with
things that I`ve done
things that I`ve said
things that I dread...
is a wilderness of horrors
I heard that somewhere
rumored in a distance
perhaps carried in a far
but however the words, the phrase, the term, the quote
feels like an open wound
beneath a permanent scar
I think I have something to say?
or maybe I dreamt that I had something to say?
one thing is for sure, I lie in bed some nights
staring into the abyss of all my bad hits and cold misses
pondering in the present feeling marooned in the past with
things that I`ve done
things that I`ve said
things that I dread...
34 reads