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.
Ahavati
Poem Published
21st Apr 2019 10:04pm
21st Apr 2019 10:04pm
Syllabus
I deny nothing—
which fills me
with experience:
Love, hate, jealousy
greed, gluttony, lust—
murderous thoughts;
suicide, shame, surrender
I welcome those that come
offer tea, also time;
realize I'm learning—
so heed their syllabus
Sometimes it took weeks
other...
which fills me
with experience:
Love, hate, jealousy
greed, gluttony, lust—
murderous thoughts;
suicide, shame, surrender
I welcome those that come
offer tea, also time;
realize I'm learning—
so heed their syllabus
Sometimes it took weeks
other...
#universe
#spiritual
#confessional
#emotional
#wisdom
251 reads
49 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
17th May 2019 7:36am
17th May 2019 7:36am
Move Bitch!
It's time to move,
So fucking move!
You could be dead
In an hour.
It's time, right now!
Shift your arse,
Put yourself in gear,
Death is relentless!
What are you waiting for?
No one is going to do it for you,
Stop moping
You whiny bitch.
You can either choose action,
Or inaction by default.
You can make things happen,
Or let it happen to you.
Should you choose the latter,
Stop your fucking bitching,
It was your choice
You lazy weakling.
Don't come running to me ...
So fucking move!
You could be dead
In an hour.
It's time, right now!
Shift your arse,
Put yourself in gear,
Death is relentless!
What are you waiting for?
No one is going to do it for you,
Stop moping
You whiny bitch.
You can either choose action,
Or inaction by default.
You can make things happen,
Or let it happen to you.
Should you choose the latter,
Stop your fucking bitching,
It was your choice
You lazy weakling.
Don't come running to me ...
#motivational
#inspirational
75 reads
27 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2019 8:24am
22nd Apr 2019 8:24am
Eternal
This quiet storm, my blinding light,
has never stopped its rage,
Since I began a maiden flight
Upon the written page.
Forever cleaved a heart & mind,
To sacrifice my tears,
In pieces always hard to find
For all the sleepless years.
And comes a day upon due course,
I’ll turn aside my pen.
Its voice still clear, but I’ll be hoarse,
And rest when I’ve a yen.
I shan’t imagine when it’s time,
I’ll have a little weep.
The final words to set in rhyme,
Then catch up on my sleep.
...
has never stopped its rage,
Since I began a maiden flight
Upon the written page.
Forever cleaved a heart & mind,
To sacrifice my tears,
In pieces always hard to find
For all the sleepless years.
And comes a day upon due course,
I’ll turn aside my pen.
Its voice still clear, but I’ll be hoarse,
And rest when I’ve a yen.
I shan’t imagine when it’s time,
I’ll have a little weep.
The final words to set in rhyme,
Then catch up on my sleep.
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#insomnia
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#NaPoWriMo2019
89 reads
23 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
16th May 2019 7:30am
16th May 2019 7:30am
Vantage Point - with Daniel Christensen (The Fire Elemental)
Only in the warmth of summer,
Its sun waxing in a slow arc,
Can I speak of frost,
Of winter's white chill,
Clouding my breaths,
When the seize of my fingers;
And grip of my heart has loosened.
As the thaw of its bite
No longer digs trenches into my flesh,
Ripping away chunks and departing,
With my humanity.
And yet, when the summer wanes,
In January's view,
I know how sleepy July had made me.
How the flower's bloom,
And blind,
And the full trees,
'Neath their arboreal umbra, ...
Its sun waxing in a slow arc,
Can I speak of frost,
Of winter's white chill,
Clouding my breaths,
When the seize of my fingers;
And grip of my heart has loosened.
As the thaw of its bite
No longer digs trenches into my flesh,
Ripping away chunks and departing,
With my humanity.
And yet, when the summer wanes,
In January's view,
I know how sleepy July had made me.
How the flower's bloom,
And blind,
And the full trees,
'Neath their arboreal umbra, ...
#spiritual
#metaphor
86 reads
13 Comments
Josh
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 1:45pm
23rd Apr 2019 1:45pm
Poet's Workshop
A poetry idea sits waiting in my workshop.
Marking some initial lines with a carpenter’s pencil
I chain-saw the first cuts of a rough shape,
pillar-drill for deeper meaning
and tap some stanzas into position
always with an eye on planing the soundscape.
Aided by Axminster, Metabo, Ryobi, Festool
and my father’s old hand-tools
there are phrases to be filed
words to be shaped with sharp chisels
and grammar to be screwed in, one quarter-turn at a time.
If the whole thing somehow doesn’t look right
I get out the...
Marking some initial lines with a carpenter’s pencil
I chain-saw the first cuts of a rough shape,
pillar-drill for deeper meaning
and tap some stanzas into position
always with an eye on planing the soundscape.
Aided by Axminster, Metabo, Ryobi, Festool
and my father’s old hand-tools
there are phrases to be filed
words to be shaped with sharp chisels
and grammar to be screwed in, one quarter-turn at a time.
If the whole thing somehow doesn’t look right
I get out the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2019
69 reads
25 Comments
SoulzGirl69
Poem Published
20th Apr 2019 5:16pm
20th Apr 2019 5:16pm
Dear heaven
He was my first love
My friend
My lover
My everything
I know he looks at me
When I take long walks
On our spot
Our happy place
Dear heaven
I am sobbing
I feel I need to move on
Yet, I am betraying him
He left
He had no other choice
Tell me he is happy
Tell me he is running
Dear heaven
I am hoping
For one last
Dance with him
It's been over a decade
Yet, yesterday I burnt his toast
Covered it up with guacamole
He didn't even...
My friend
My lover
My everything
I know he looks at me
When I take long walks
On our spot
Our happy place
Dear heaven
I am sobbing
I feel I need to move on
Yet, I am betraying him
He left
He had no other choice
Tell me he is happy
Tell me he is running
Dear heaven
I am hoping
For one last
Dance with him
It's been over a decade
Yet, yesterday I burnt his toast
Covered it up with guacamole
He didn't even...
#strength
#hope
#TimeHeals
83 reads
24 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
25th Apr 2019 1:31pm
25th Apr 2019 1:31pm
Tabasco Sauce!
Tabasco sauce! Oh, what a loss:
To spill it on my desk across
The journal I’m transcribing from,
And got some on another one.
From “In•N•Out” I got the pack
With box of food in my bike rack.
Then cycled home ran up the steps
And back inside, my lunch to prep.
I can’t believe I made a mess,
This project has me under stress.
A manuscript I need to send
Before this month comes to an end.
I need to eat at home, yet still,
To do the work that pays the bills.
And lead a life that lets me be ...
To spill it on my desk across
The journal I’m transcribing from,
And got some on another one.
From “In•N•Out” I got the pack
With box of food in my bike rack.
Then cycled home ran up the steps
And back inside, my lunch to prep.
I can’t believe I made a mess,
This project has me under stress.
A manuscript I need to send
Before this month comes to an end.
I need to eat at home, yet still,
To do the work that pays the bills.
And lead a life that lets me be ...
#food
#LifeAsAWriter
#NaPoWriMo2019
74 reads
18 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
17th May 2019 2:18pm
17th May 2019 2:18pm
Graisaille
So much to say
about this
about me
what lies just beneath
Pretty clothes
pretty hair
pretty smile
how they beguile
The world above
so black and white
so wrong and right
now forever smudged
Color only added
smidgens in the end
meant to bend
to my will
I only allow
it
you
to see ... when the oil dries
about this
about me
what lies just beneath
Pretty clothes
pretty hair
pretty smile
how they beguile
The world above
so black and white
so wrong and right
now forever smudged
Color only added
smidgens in the end
meant to bend
to my will
I only allow
it
you
to see ... when the oil dries
#confessional
#SelfReflection
60 reads
18 Comments
Bender
Jarlath
Jarlath
Poem Published
4th May 2019 4:51pm
4th May 2019 4:51pm
Smoke and Mirrors
It's all smoke and mirrors.
The hardened expression, and
violent demeanor.
A false narrative to hide the pain
of a little boy trapped in a
nightmare.
Iron bars and concrete floors.
A decade of prison changes a man.
Chipping away at the soul, putting
in work to survive, leaves the
heart a little harder.
Brittle and more easily
broken.
So life becomes a masquerade,
but always inside is the trembling
child, hiding in the dark, listening
for the door.
Yet through it all, this scarred and ...
The hardened expression, and
violent demeanor.
A false narrative to hide the pain
of a little boy trapped in a
nightmare.
Iron bars and concrete floors.
A decade of prison changes a man.
Chipping away at the soul, putting
in work to survive, leaves the
heart a little harder.
Brittle and more easily
broken.
So life becomes a masquerade,
but always inside is the trembling
child, hiding in the dark, listening
for the door.
Yet through it all, this scarred and ...
#hope
#friendship
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#acceptance
71 reads
8 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
17th May 2019 10:28pm
17th May 2019 10:28pm
I am a Multiple f**k-Up Waiting to Happen
This May or the last several minutes
I believe when I set foot in a place invited by happenstance and synchronicity
met a manic writer
who wrote much better shit than my dribble.
I am grateful to her for
now I had an outlet for
my diagnosis, my strong emotions - new discoveries.
I am grateful for meeting and making some friends.
I’ve lost some too.
I don’t know if it is my failure to read the abstract painted throughout the world and the life,
the lives contained therein, or if it is my blind lust to help...
I believe when I set foot in a place invited by happenstance and synchronicity
met a manic writer
who wrote much better shit than my dribble.
I am grateful to her for
now I had an outlet for
my diagnosis, my strong emotions - new discoveries.
I am grateful for meeting and making some friends.
I’ve lost some too.
I don’t know if it is my failure to read the abstract painted throughout the world and the life,
the lives contained therein, or if it is my blind lust to help...
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#myself #hurt
#myself #hurt
53 reads
10 Comments
hrshykss
Poem Published
3rd May 2019 3:38pm
3rd May 2019 3:38pm
Checkmate
take a bow
a thankless apology
display your
dignified/undignified worth
bent at the hip
a Polaris shining
beam of light
brightening the dim
mosaic horizon
you are assembled
from glass and stone
a diamond ash
lustrous beauty
let your sapphire stream
spill into the sacred valley
pooling silk at their feet
allow your immoral
transgressions to flourish
in quiet solidarity
rendering a lipped locked
tongue silenced autonomy
disobedience Antigone rising
moment of glorious ...
a thankless apology
display your
dignified/undignified worth
bent at the hip
a Polaris shining
beam of light
brightening the dim
mosaic horizon
you are assembled
from glass and stone
a diamond ash
lustrous beauty
let your sapphire stream
spill into the sacred valley
pooling silk at their feet
allow your immoral
transgressions to flourish
in quiet solidarity
rendering a lipped locked
tongue silenced autonomy
disobedience Antigone rising
moment of glorious ...
#betrayal
#honesty
#respect #SelfWorth
#respect #SelfWorth
83 reads
15 Comments
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John Brady
John Brady
Poem Published
28th Apr 2019 1:33pm
28th Apr 2019 1:33pm
A collection of almosts
I’m part man, part ghost
all of my fractures stolen
from hammered fists
in momentary madness,
blind in their rage
I’m silent because
there is no outlet for the burn
beyond ambulances and bullets
blasting their skull sirens
through a wall of being
I lock the doors
because all trust is gone
in a society stabbing my back
until I bleed to death
upon a moon-stained sidewalk
I am a collection of almosts,
nearly alive, not quite enough
to look upon my wounds
knowing I am not the flesh
I...
all of my fractures stolen
from hammered fists
in momentary madness,
blind in their rage
I’m silent because
there is no outlet for the burn
beyond ambulances and bullets
blasting their skull sirens
through a wall of being
I lock the doors
because all trust is gone
in a society stabbing my back
until I bleed to death
upon a moon-stained sidewalk
I am a collection of almosts,
nearly alive, not quite enough
to look upon my wounds
knowing I am not the flesh
I...
#NaPoWriMo2019
83 reads
9 Comments
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