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
13th Feb 2021 4:47pm
13th Feb 2021 4:47pm
I am the Ocean
I am the Sea ... Even deeper ... Ocean!
In eternal movement, in search of answers,
I fly in a wave, cutting off the edge of the sky,
And taking with me the flashes of dawns!
And at night, having calmed down
in the darkness, I kiss the stars in my palms,
taking the Universe to myself,
Shaking gently in the gentle surf ...
And somewhere in the depths, in my silence
The last day and sadness will drown,
And the freshness of the morning will
bring the beginning, And a new building wave!
In eternal movement, in search of answers,
I fly in a wave, cutting off the edge of the sky,
And taking with me the flashes of dawns!
And at night, having calmed down
in the darkness, I kiss the stars in my palms,
taking the Universe to myself,
Shaking gently in the gentle surf ...
And somewhere in the depths, in my silence
The last day and sadness will drown,
And the freshness of the morning will
bring the beginning, And a new building wave!
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
132 reads
36 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
1st Mar 2021 8:04pm
1st Mar 2021 8:04pm
My silent sadness
My sadness, silent, incredibly-alluring to some
It flows in a powerful, pitiless wave, drowning
I try to remember a time when things were wonderful
Head spins like a dark cloud at times in the evening
Where are the wonderful visions, forgotten fun
They excite, prevent you from falling asleep. dreaming
of love, instead broken dreams, and the worst nightmares
Taught wisdom by life at an early age, retreating along the way
I try and remember to remember and dream of a life
One that never existed, one I created in my mind
In order to...
It flows in a powerful, pitiless wave, drowning
I try to remember a time when things were wonderful
Head spins like a dark cloud at times in the evening
Where are the wonderful visions, forgotten fun
They excite, prevent you from falling asleep. dreaming
of love, instead broken dreams, and the worst nightmares
Taught wisdom by life at an early age, retreating along the way
I try and remember to remember and dream of a life
One that never existed, one I created in my mind
In order to...
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#memories
99 reads
40 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
25th Feb 2021 9:18pm
25th Feb 2021 9:18pm
I define.
a sort of teetering
on a precipice
insight and clarity
from tired meek
to almost fully heard
Oh to roar
allowing for unselfish focus
doubts drift
stresses of unsure
or insufferable insecure
s l i p a w a y
silent bursts
of all that's etched
to marvel in
hard fought, learned
permeate from inside out
i glow in raw iridescence
a fresh breeze mixed
with antiseptic sunshine
dispelling
desperate smoke
of...
on a precipice
insight and clarity
from tired meek
to almost fully heard
Oh to roar
allowing for unselfish focus
doubts drift
stresses of unsure
or insufferable insecure
s l i p a w a y
silent bursts
of all that's etched
to marvel in
hard fought, learned
permeate from inside out
i glow in raw iridescence
a fresh breeze mixed
with antiseptic sunshine
dispelling
desperate smoke
of...
#myself
#healing
#SelfWorth
113 reads
27 Comments
Eerie
Poem Published
13th Feb 2021 3:48pm
13th Feb 2021 3:48pm
Piss Off
I don't need a judge
or jury to determine
my guilt—
I'm holding the gavel.
or jury to determine
my guilt—
I'm holding the gavel.
#SelfWorth
97 reads
25 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
9th Feb 2021 4:47pm
9th Feb 2021 4:47pm
Glass House
I spend my days in a little glass house,
a stone's throw from catastrophe;
it's the only place I've ever known,
although, it never had to be.
See, the others, they have grown,
but I'm still drowning in the stagnancy,
of these feelings I can't control...
the protagonist in this tragedy.
Let's get to the root of the problem,
and carefully extract this cavity;
because it's becoming quite a pain,
the strain, of my situation's gravity.
I'm diving deeper into the wishing well—
this private hell, I made for me; ...
a stone's throw from catastrophe;
it's the only place I've ever known,
although, it never had to be.
See, the others, they have grown,
but I'm still drowning in the stagnancy,
of these feelings I can't control...
the protagonist in this tragedy.
Let's get to the root of the problem,
and carefully extract this cavity;
because it's becoming quite a pain,
the strain, of my situation's gravity.
I'm diving deeper into the wishing well—
this private hell, I made for me; ...
#anxiety
#depression
#confessional #SelfReflection
#confessional #SelfReflection
116 reads
11 Comments
cold_fusion
Poem Published
17th Feb 2021 11:33pm
17th Feb 2021 11:33pm
numb
i
shit happens
.ii
when it's dawn
no point
fixing bed
.iii
one step one breath
one moment
at a time
and
some senses
must be ignored
man
makes own bed
time will decide
the moment
fair
is fair
so
is fate
laugh
and walk
...
shit happens
.ii
when it's dawn
no point
fixing bed
.iii
one step one breath
one moment
at a time
and
some senses
must be ignored
man
makes own bed
time will decide
the moment
fair
is fair
so
is fate
laugh
and walk
...
#LifeCycle
80 reads
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2021 10:35pm
22nd Feb 2021 10:35pm
Gogyoshi Poem, Nr.14 — Evening Togetherness
We were lost in different novels
experiencing parallel universes
when I asked Jeeves to make us a pot of tea;
the cat snorted, so I got up and made it myself — and all
in the same room under the same moon.
experiencing parallel universes
when I asked Jeeves to make us a pot of tea;
the cat snorted, so I got up and made it myself — and all
in the same room under the same moon.
#marriage
#home
#cats
54 reads
21 Comments
nomoth
Poem Published
4th Feb 2021 9:35pm
4th Feb 2021 9:35pm
dark room
applause the pale
ache of the moon landing
on lakes of iced milk flesh.
the sophomoric skin
of hillsides in the vales,
where fields of snow-hoofed doe
bury their gelt, their
blossom in long, long, longing.
our failed and leaked
films were over-exposed
and uncapped too early.
unfixed, sundered
to so much light,
until all we saw were
accidents and shadows.
ache of the moon landing
on lakes of iced milk flesh.
the sophomoric skin
of hillsides in the vales,
where fields of snow-hoofed doe
bury their gelt, their
blossom in long, long, longing.
our failed and leaked
films were over-exposed
and uncapped too early.
unfixed, sundered
to so much light,
until all we saw were
accidents and shadows.
#dark
#heaven
88 reads
20 Comments
JeanieShyrle83
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2021 9:21am
22nd Feb 2021 9:21am
Moon Chilled
Naked and chilled under moonglow.
Trepidation seeping into mossy earth
Dampened with beckoned anticipation
Magnificence
Under delicate skin spread thin
Treasure promised under a landslide of Possibility
But I'm,
There.
Just there.
A Moon Whispering Beast on the edge of Dawn
Cleanse me with cool earth
Beyond daybreak
In the shadows of Letting Go
Deepened breath that comes without weight nor burden
Freckle stained skin caked with purity
Dark and tacky with mud
Wise Mother.
Call me home. ...
Trepidation seeping into mossy earth
Dampened with beckoned anticipation
Magnificence
Under delicate skin spread thin
Treasure promised under a landslide of Possibility
But I'm,
There.
Just there.
A Moon Whispering Beast on the edge of Dawn
Cleanse me with cool earth
Beyond daybreak
In the shadows of Letting Go
Deepened breath that comes without weight nor burden
Freckle stained skin caked with purity
Dark and tacky with mud
Wise Mother.
Call me home. ...
#identity
#earth
#moon
#shadows
#rebirth
56 reads
19 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2021 3:31am
22nd Feb 2021 3:31am
Ancient diaries of the girl who always knew better
At 13, it was all about the boy
-the one who never saw her-
Maybe if she smiled more...
At 14, she was worldly
and so much more mature
than that shallow girl of last year
At 18, she had it all sorted out
How to love and leave
without losing herself
At 25, she cringed at past folly,
so much smarter now
and learning to commit
At 33, she tasted true loss and love,
surely arrived at the pinnacle
of discernment now
At 45, she discovered
she had never really known pain
as her soul...
-the one who never saw her-
Maybe if she smiled more...
At 14, she was worldly
and so much more mature
than that shallow girl of last year
At 18, she had it all sorted out
How to love and leave
without losing herself
At 25, she cringed at past folly,
so much smarter now
and learning to commit
At 33, she tasted true loss and love,
surely arrived at the pinnacle
of discernment now
At 45, she discovered
she had never really known pain
as her soul...
#memories
#LifeCycle
#aging #wisdom
#aging #wisdom
51 reads
15 Comments
lepperochan
Craic-Dealer
Craic-Dealer
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 4:08am
2nd Mar 2021 4:08am
ffs...
felt my heart sink down
then eat itself
would have eaten me too
only for the five pairs of eyes
in the room
seven hours have passed
and I think I’m over it
just wish
I’d have strangled her
when she tried to hug me
on the way out
..no I don’t
ffs
then eat itself
would have eaten me too
only for the five pairs of eyes
in the room
seven hours have passed
and I think I’m over it
just wish
I’d have strangled her
when she tried to hug me
on the way out
..no I don’t
ffs
#wisdom
60 reads
10 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:53pm
Yesterday 7:53pm
Razor kisses
Today I will be submissive
Not longing for another share,
I will substitute an elegant throat
Under the razor of your kisses
Have you prepared the handcuffs?
Please do not rush to put them on
Look, I'm of my own free will
Chained to the bed frame
You see, how I'm 'glad' to obey
I will not contradict you ... Here,
with a slight movement of your fingers
You inflict the first wound
On the...
Not longing for another share,
I will substitute an elegant throat
Under the razor of your kisses
Have you prepared the handcuffs?
Please do not rush to put them on
Look, I'm of my own free will
Chained to the bed frame
You see, how I'm 'glad' to obey
I will not contradict you ... Here,
with a slight movement of your fingers
You inflict the first wound
On the...
#SelfHarm
#BDSM
#confessional #passion
#confessional #passion
27 reads
16 Comments
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