Popular Self Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
KristinaX
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:30pm
Yesterday 8:30pm
I don't write poems (with Reading)
I don't write poetry ...
They spell Me,
They lead me to themselves,
They are my teachers ...
Obediently lying down under my mind,
They carry words from somewhere ...
And I take off like a bird every time,
not afraid to fall. ..
Listening to the azure silence,
I lose myself somewhere in it
And I find in myself
That heaven or hell which lay in my soul,
That gave itself to me
And gave those words -
They are like raindrops
From the heart falling on the leaf.,.
Drawing the world,
Love and hate, darkness and...
They spell Me,
They lead me to themselves,
They are my teachers ...
Obediently lying down under my mind,
They carry words from somewhere ...
And I take off like a bird every time,
not afraid to fall. ..
Listening to the azure silence,
I lose myself somewhere in it
And I find in myself
That heaven or hell which lay in my soul,
That gave itself to me
And gave those words -
They are like raindrops
From the heart falling on the leaf.,.
Drawing the world,
Love and hate, darkness and...
#WritingPoetry
#support
#admiration
#respect
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
98 reads
51 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
9th Jun 2022 9:00pm
9th Jun 2022 9:00pm
Don't hide your scars (+Reading)
Take off your clothes,
don't hide your scars
I love them,
you cannot understand
Let's count the mental wounds
Time after time
and again and again
Your body is like a
book of stories,
All cuts are a separate story
I'm tired of arguing
with you because of them,
And there is no need
How much pain have you
suffered with me?
I do not need an answer
You are now like an open book,
And until dawn comes ...
We will not say a word to
each other ... ...
don't hide your scars
I love them,
you cannot understand
Let's count the mental wounds
Time after time
and again and again
Your body is like a
book of stories,
All cuts are a separate story
I'm tired of arguing
with you because of them,
And there is no need
How much pain have you
suffered with me?
I do not need an answer
You are now like an open book,
And until dawn comes ...
We will not say a word to
each other ... ...
#strength
#identity
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#determination
306 reads
40 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2022 9:00pm
23rd Jun 2022 9:00pm
Wet
Still thinking of you
leaves me sitting in puddles
now stuck at my seat
leaves me sitting in puddles
now stuck at my seat
#lust
#senryu
#sensual #passion
#sensual #passion
179 reads
56 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
19th Jun 2022 4:57am
19th Jun 2022 4:57am
Discoveries of exquisite torment
#identity
#BDSM
#confessional #SelfWorth
#confessional #SelfWorth
122 reads
40 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
21st Jun 2022 9:00pm
21st Jun 2022 9:00pm
Mercury in your veins, in your head...
trying to describe this book is like a thermometer breaking and you are trying to collect the mercury" Gravity's Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon.
My blood bleeds silver.
And as you bite me....
Your intoxication grows.
The poison is maddening...
But you can feel me
Something crazy.
Taking over your mind.
Like you took mine.
My blood bleeds silver.
And as you bite me....
Your intoxication grows.
The poison is maddening...
But you can feel me
Something crazy.
Taking over your mind.
Like you took mine.
#anxiety
#jealousy
#lust #relationships
#lust #relationships
144 reads
37 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
26th Jun 2022 4:37am
26th Jun 2022 4:37am
Happy Endings.
I would love to wax poetic
the moon and stars.
How beautiful life is~
shared with my one true love,
Prince Bullshit.
That’s not what happened
that’s not who I became.
I’m not soft and huggable.
Life taught me not to trust,
and I believed it with
ferocious willingness.
Far from being all in,
I’m completely out.
My purse contents:
credit card,
passport,
lipstick.
The color~
“Fuck You”.
the moon and stars.
How beautiful life is~
shared with my one true love,
Prince Bullshit.
That’s not what happened
that’s not who I became.
I’m not soft and huggable.
Life taught me not to trust,
and I believed it with
ferocious willingness.
Far from being all in,
I’m completely out.
My purse contents:
credit card,
passport,
lipstick.
The color~
“Fuck You”.
#sadness
#relationships
113 reads
28 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
16th Jun 2022 9:00pm
16th Jun 2022 9:00pm
Unforgiveable
I forgive you....
for being with another girl
But...
I will never forgive you
for not including me...
for being with another girl
But...
I will never forgive you
for not including me...
#lust
#relationships
#funny #bisexual
#funny #bisexual
188 reads
34 Comments
MissPoppet
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2022 4:41pm
2nd Jun 2022 4:41pm
Family Heirloom
The first time I said
I love you,
a pair of emerald earrings
ended up lost in the ocean of my bed.
They were a family heirloom,
one my mother constantly brings up
when I’ve done something else
that displeases her.
A talk about birth control
(because she worries about all my partners)
somehow leads to her asking
“did you ever find my emeralds?”
Or somehow a fight about me
running away for a weekend
to breathe and stop my heart
from breaking my ribs
turns into a eulogy for those
precious stones I...
I love you,
a pair of emerald earrings
ended up lost in the ocean of my bed.
They were a family heirloom,
one my mother constantly brings up
when I’ve done something else
that displeases her.
A talk about birth control
(because she worries about all my partners)
somehow leads to her asking
“did you ever find my emeralds?”
Or somehow a fight about me
running away for a weekend
to breathe and stop my heart
from breaking my ribs
turns into a eulogy for those
precious stones I...
#relationships
#MentalHealth
160 reads
17 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2022 00:05am
22nd Jun 2022 00:05am
this is what my depression looks like
I showered today
for the first time
in a week
because I was tired
of my own body odor
and looking like an
oversized scarecrow
with birds nest hair
It took five minutes
and some swearing
to brush the
baby dreadlocks out
I washed the dishes
vacuumed the floor
and binged watched
at least 3 TV shows
before I was able
to get off the couch
to do even the bare
minimum of self care
and house work
But I also reasoned
it's not your job
to look out for me ...
for the first time
in a week
because I was tired
of my own body odor
and looking like an
oversized scarecrow
with birds nest hair
It took five minutes
and some swearing
to brush the
baby dreadlocks out
I washed the dishes
vacuumed the floor
and binged watched
at least 3 TV shows
before I was able
to get off the couch
to do even the bare
minimum of self care
and house work
But I also reasoned
it's not your job
to look out for me ...
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#illness
#MentalHealth
#apathy
104 reads
13 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
13th Jun 2022 4:24pm
13th Jun 2022 4:24pm
Slipping Through My Cracks
clawing at
the plastic bag
over my face
in way
over my
depth
watching
the cracks
appear slowly
gain a foot hold
inside
my mind
bouncing
off walls
like a maniac
straighjacket
is the fashion
of the day
lego bricks
tumble
down
like paper houses
hit by a
hurricane
dreams used
to hold back
the tide of reality
now they
just underline
a living nightmare
the plastic bag
over my face
in way
over my
depth
watching
the cracks
appear slowly
gain a foot hold
inside
my mind
bouncing
off walls
like a maniac
straighjacket
is the fashion
of the day
lego bricks
tumble
down
like paper houses
hit by a
hurricane
dreams used
to hold back
the tide of reality
now they
just underline
a living nightmare
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#apathy
135 reads
5 Comments
S-m-sawyer
Poem Published
27th Jun 2022 6:42pm
27th Jun 2022 6:42pm
Poetry power
When I tell my friends I write poetry,
They take the piss,
they don't understand the passion., misconceptions that's its all rainbows and flowers,
not realising the dedication,
that I put in the hours.
Driven by an emotional roller coaster,
Trying to navigate through feelings.
It is like the blinkers are on and they're blind to the inspiration that consumes us all around
Profound ,hearing the words in my head without a sound.
Ink bound thoughts from things I notice like never before,
enlightened vision,
clarity sparked intuition ...
They take the piss,
they don't understand the passion., misconceptions that's its all rainbows and flowers,
not realising the dedication,
that I put in the hours.
Driven by an emotional roller coaster,
Trying to navigate through feelings.
It is like the blinkers are on and they're blind to the inspiration that consumes us all around
Profound ,hearing the words in my head without a sound.
Ink bound thoughts from things I notice like never before,
enlightened vision,
clarity sparked intuition ...
#rhyming
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness #epic
#StreamOfConsciousness #epic
66 reads
16 Comments
paperstains
Poem Published
12th Jun 2022 9:56am
12th Jun 2022 9:56am
Thirsty
I crave you like carbonation
that bubbly fizz
on my tongue
burns sliding down
my throat
colder the better
just touching the edge
of brain freeze
sometimes plunging over
Can't explain why
it's so satisfying
or why I ache for that
particular pain
but I want it
every day
that bubbly fizz
on my tongue
burns sliding down
my throat
colder the better
just touching the edge
of brain freeze
sometimes plunging over
Can't explain why
it's so satisfying
or why I ache for that
particular pain
but I want it
every day
#passion
112 reads
14 Comments
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