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.
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
27th Jun 2020 2:16pm
27th Jun 2020 2:16pm
My Heroin(e)
A junky for funky words,
I overdose on prose
In the garden of my mind’s desire.
Playing with poetic fire—
Roach smokin’ in the ash tray.
Led astray by broken verbs
And softly spoken word.
My poetic depiction—
A distinguished
Cunning linguist
With a great ad(diction).
Seeking poetic thrills,
Like sleeping pills
To ease my mind.
Snorting lines
Of the finest rhymes,
To pass the time.
A penny for your thoughts,
I'm a nuisance;
Giving my two cents
For mere nickels and...
I overdose on prose
In the garden of my mind’s desire.
Playing with poetic fire—
Roach smokin’ in the ash tray.
Led astray by broken verbs
And softly spoken word.
My poetic depiction—
A distinguished
Cunning linguist
With a great ad(diction).
Seeking poetic thrills,
Like sleeping pills
To ease my mind.
Snorting lines
Of the finest rhymes,
To pass the time.
A penny for your thoughts,
I'm a nuisance;
Giving my two cents
For mere nickels and...
#rhyming
#LifeAsAWriter
#addiction
#WritingPoetry
#metaphor
134 reads
19 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
21st Jun 2020 7:16pm
21st Jun 2020 7:16pm
If Only (I Could Fly)
Hello there, Mr. Bluebird!
How nice of you to visit me—
As you perch for a fleeting moment,
On the branch of a sweet gum tree.
I close my eyes and feel the wind
Blowing gently through my hair;
And wish that I could fly away,
So high into the air.
I'd fly so far away from here,
To a place where no one knows—
By the time they found I'd disappeared,
Oh, how far I will have flown!
I'd feel the wind beneath my wings,
And sing until my heart explodes.
I'd gather up a thousand strings,
To build myself a...
How nice of you to visit me—
As you perch for a fleeting moment,
On the branch of a sweet gum tree.
I close my eyes and feel the wind
Blowing gently through my hair;
And wish that I could fly away,
So high into the air.
I'd fly so far away from here,
To a place where no one knows—
By the time they found I'd disappeared,
Oh, how far I will have flown!
I'd feel the wind beneath my wings,
And sing until my heart explodes.
I'd gather up a thousand strings,
To build myself a...
#sadness
#birds
#heaven
#freedom
#escape
120 reads
16 Comments
lepperochan
Craic-Dealer
Craic-Dealer
Poem Published
18th Jun 2020 7:46am
18th Jun 2020 7:46am
I am the wind
sometimes I sleep with my clothes on
a remnant from when you'd never know
what was going to come through the door
I could love you madly, crush your heart
with silence, watch as it dies a death, let it gasp for breath, bleed out, not shout "dont go!
I am cold. stone. fucking cold
I'm the wind, I blow in, then blow away
sometimes I sleep with my clothes on
a remnant from when you'd never know
what was going to come through the door
a remnant from when you'd never know
what was going to come through the door
I could love you madly, crush your heart
with silence, watch as it dies a death, let it gasp for breath, bleed out, not shout "dont go!
I am cold. stone. fucking cold
I'm the wind, I blow in, then blow away
sometimes I sleep with my clothes on
a remnant from when you'd never know
what was going to come through the door
#SelfReflection
124 reads
11 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
6th Jun 2020 1:52am
6th Jun 2020 1:52am
Of Colors
Look at any star in the sky, now look at another. Your awareness has just crossed distances it takes light thousands of years to travel. Perhaps awareness is the greatest power in the universe." Kurt Vonnegut
..
Famous poems about color,
I found a list of ten
And don't particularly connect
With any of them
What Neruda saw in wheat
I never saw,
Having walked through the
Stalk grass with,
Its sticky fingers
Pawing
At my shorts
Like greedy
Children,
Wheat was never the color of
A...
..
Famous poems about color,
I found a list of ten
And don't particularly connect
With any of them
What Neruda saw in wheat
I never saw,
Having walked through the
Stalk grass with,
Its sticky fingers
Pawing
At my shorts
Like greedy
Children,
Wheat was never the color of
A...
#strength
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#PowerOfWords
#determination
167 reads
27 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
11th Jun 2020 7:10pm
11th Jun 2020 7:10pm
Pappus Flight
Hello little bird.
With your melodious chirp
And breast so red.
Eyes locked upon each other.
Else we wouldn’t be having this blink-less stare down.
I wonder little bird,
do you care if your wings are too heavy?
Or, if your feathers are too dark?
Your chirp speak to harsh? Or, better, not phrased in the manner your bird-man requires?
Do you care what your bird mate thinks of you?
Or, if he prefers the lusty kestrel in the next branch or the carefree blue jay in the shrub below?
What do...
With your melodious chirp
And breast so red.
Eyes locked upon each other.
Else we wouldn’t be having this blink-less stare down.
I wonder little bird,
do you care if your wings are too heavy?
Or, if your feathers are too dark?
Your chirp speak to harsh? Or, better, not phrased in the manner your bird-man requires?
Do you care what your bird mate thinks of you?
Or, if he prefers the lusty kestrel in the next branch or the carefree blue jay in the shrub below?
What do...
#nature
#FeelingTrapped
100 reads
34 Comments
Calamityofgin
Poem Published
21st Jun 2020 6:34pm
21st Jun 2020 6:34pm
I am
Viz3
#SelfDiscovery
81 reads
20 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
12th Jun 2020 4:53am
12th Jun 2020 4:53am
Depression, Nice To See You Again
sleek, black river
oozing oil slick
with burgundy
lies beguile
snake;
i sea forked tongue
like a needle, that cannot sew
double-edged
but i'm plane, flat, grounded
hunter,
do you think me prey?
aggressive mimicry
like the clown's mask
see the light that leads
into my jawed icicles
did you bring love here?
to my alter
of stone and blade
i am unfathomable darkness
the vanishing point is atomic
you seek shadows
and i'm an empty grave
desolate,
hope is...
oozing oil slick
with burgundy
lies beguile
snake;
i sea forked tongue
like a needle, that cannot sew
double-edged
but i'm plane, flat, grounded
hunter,
do you think me prey?
aggressive mimicry
like the clown's mask
see the light that leads
into my jawed icicles
did you bring love here?
to my alter
of stone and blade
i am unfathomable darkness
the vanishing point is atomic
you seek shadows
and i'm an empty grave
desolate,
hope is...
#depression
#dark
#MentalHealth
102 reads
21 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2020 7:10pm
2nd Jul 2020 7:10pm
Dusk in the Desert
I swear, this summer’s sun
still scorches close to night
as I must have been the wettest there
returning home from my desert hike!
Got to take photos of desert fare;
saw a monster, orange and black
looked no worse for wear
nor thirsty for a damp redact!
Getting difficult now for me to see
few streetlamps light my way
relying on starlight skies for me
‘fore denizens emerge to play.
still scorches close to night
as I must have been the wettest there
returning home from my desert hike!
Got to take photos of desert fare;
saw a monster, orange and black
looked no worse for wear
nor thirsty for a damp redact!
Getting difficult now for me to see
few streetlamps light my way
relying on starlight skies for me
‘fore denizens emerge to play.
#myself
#desert
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #EdnaStVincentMillay
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #EdnaStVincentMillay
84 reads
20 Comments
Calamityofgin
Poem Published
17th Jun 2020 3:45am
17th Jun 2020 3:45am
Moon
In moments when the long night
Recoils from even the moonlight
Stars and their whispering intentions
Time and its travel slowly
To the fields
And their reach
To draw to the beaches
Harsh pounding wave
And sudden crash
Climactic breach
Of security and sinking feet
We try and clang the bell
Announce the fall
To all who might dwell in that place
Distanced from the longing
By loneliness and crippling complacency
Like shadows of our youth
And the days we grinned the future
Wearing...
Recoils from even the moonlight
Stars and their whispering intentions
Time and its travel slowly
To the fields
And their reach
To draw to the beaches
Harsh pounding wave
And sudden crash
Climactic breach
Of security and sinking feet
We try and clang the bell
Announce the fall
To all who might dwell in that place
Distanced from the longing
By loneliness and crippling complacency
Like shadows of our youth
And the days we grinned the future
Wearing...
#heartbroken
78 reads
10 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
5th Jun 2020 2:31pm
5th Jun 2020 2:31pm
White Privilege
is being able to wake up in America
and not fear losing one's life
because of their skin color—
that is my privilege
I thought I understood
because I was bullied by whites
for being an ignorant little bitch
who played with black kids
during recess in Mississippi
I thought I recognized
an acidic smell of racism
on the breath of British children
screaming, Yankee go home!
in England
I thought I swallowed
the copper taste...
and not fear losing one's life
because of their skin color—
that is my privilege
I thought I understood
because I was bullied by whites
for being an ignorant little bitch
who played with black kids
during recess in Mississippi
I thought I recognized
an acidic smell of racism
on the breath of British children
screaming, Yankee go home!
in England
I thought I swallowed
the copper taste...
#corruption
#racism
#inequality
211 reads
47 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
20th Jun 2020 9:06pm
20th Jun 2020 9:06pm
Burgundy
He said,
Can we be friends
take it slow...
round all the
bends
We'll see what favours
fortune lends
As parabolic
serpents swell
I'll take you to the brink of hell
and watch you rise, like decadents
You have your dreams
and i can tell
what is foreseen
will cum again
the song we sing,
it never ends
I heard you call
from time's own well
O' Prince in dark
my...
Can we be friends
take it slow...
round all the
bends
We'll see what favours
fortune lends
As parabolic
serpents swell
I'll take you to the brink of hell
and watch you rise, like decadents
You have your dreams
and i can tell
what is foreseen
will cum again
the song we sing,
it never ends
I heard you call
from time's own well
O' Prince in dark
my...
#erotic
100 reads
13 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 5:37am
4th Jul 2020 5:37am
Time and Its False Hope of Healing
Milestones have come and gone.
I’ve survived when others haven’t.
Guilt feels as heavy as the coffin for which I was meant.
I pine for the me that once was.
Gone; with no hope for she that once walked with a light tread.
Wretched words of hope and prayer- oh! I wish you knew how stupid and empty it all sounded!
Like an echo through an underpass.
Hollow and reverberating.
With bitterness and disdain I tolerated well wishes.
With time this will get better-
the most vitriolic expression!
My safe...
I’ve survived when others haven’t.
Guilt feels as heavy as the coffin for which I was meant.
I pine for the me that once was.
Gone; with no hope for she that once walked with a light tread.
Wretched words of hope and prayer- oh! I wish you knew how stupid and empty it all sounded!
Like an echo through an underpass.
Hollow and reverberating.
With bitterness and disdain I tolerated well wishes.
With time this will get better-
the most vitriolic expression!
My safe...
#loneliness
#despair
#EdnaStVincentMillay
55 reads
18 Comments
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