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.
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
5th Nov 2019 11:26am
5th Nov 2019 11:26am
Empty Words
All I can offer are my words,
Crude and rudimentary as they are.
At your feet I place my book,
I give to you
the white behind the black,
that which no one pays attention to
dark matter,
the rest between breaths,
gyp in the rose bouquet
silence between the snare beat
When the wind whispers,
remember my lips
Crude and rudimentary as they are.
At your feet I place my book,
I give to you
the white behind the black,
that which no one pays attention to
dark matter,
the rest between breaths,
gyp in the rose bouquet
silence between the snare beat
When the wind whispers,
remember my lips
#identity
#books
#SelfDiscovery
120 reads
27 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
20th Oct 2019 8:24am
20th Oct 2019 8:24am
Self Portrait of a Poet in Midlife
To turn out a true portrait, I had to discover the story that must be painted. Only then could I get the ball rolling.”
Killing Commendatore, Haruki Murakami
..
Slide, I
Across the
Surface
Circumference,
Around, the turbulent
Umbra, of your
Magnificent
Mind, cradled
In tremulous
Palms of private
Obfuscation, the locked
Impregnable
Vault, of your
Secrets
The low
Rumble
Of a storm
System,
Your heart,
Gathered, upon a
Central
Rotating ...
Killing Commendatore, Haruki Murakami
..
Slide, I
Across the
Surface
Circumference,
Around, the turbulent
Umbra, of your
Magnificent
Mind, cradled
In tremulous
Palms of private
Obfuscation, the locked
Impregnable
Vault, of your
Secrets
The low
Rumble
Of a storm
System,
Your heart,
Gathered, upon a
Central
Rotating ...
#birthday
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#aging
251 reads
27 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 11:07pm
11th Nov 2019 11:07pm
Autoluminescence
The blast of drums and blazing light
That strike of inspiration's sight
A flood of words no dam can hold
A tap direct to muse's gold
The bio-luminescent source
Your guiding star at your heart's core
The gateway into realms of mind
A fountain, limitless inside
The muse was always part of you
Inseparable from what is true
Within the soul is song and verse
You, wild symphonic universe.
That strike of inspiration's sight
A flood of words no dam can hold
A tap direct to muse's gold
The bio-luminescent source
Your guiding star at your heart's core
The gateway into realms of mind
A fountain, limitless inside
The muse was always part of you
Inseparable from what is true
Within the soul is song and verse
You, wild symphonic universe.
#myself
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
62 reads
17 Comments
PandoraUnleashed
Poem Published
28th Oct 2019 4:51am
28th Oct 2019 4:51am
songs of an impossible repreive....
#confessional
#tragedy
#suffering #FeelingTrapped
#suffering #FeelingTrapped
194 reads
23 Comments
Josh
Poem Published
5th Nov 2019 1:26pm
5th Nov 2019 1:26pm
Poet's Thanks
Taking aside his poetry
he wondered if it would be good enough
to make the lobster tap dance on the kitchen floor …
this one was not for the pot
but on a leash of the black man
befriended for life, hand in pincer
the two went well together
across the road a troupe of teenagers
sang a clip from the musical “Oliver”
then ran back home full of joy
recounting their late-night exploits
I will worry no more
but laugh.
Thanks be to God.
he wondered if it would be good enough
to make the lobster tap dance on the kitchen floor …
this one was not for the pot
but on a leash of the black man
befriended for life, hand in pincer
the two went well together
across the road a troupe of teenagers
sang a clip from the musical “Oliver”
then ran back home full of joy
recounting their late-night exploits
I will worry no more
but laugh.
Thanks be to God.
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #SelfReflection
#WritingPoetry #SelfReflection
114 reads
26 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
4th Nov 2019 6:13pm
4th Nov 2019 6:13pm
I, Christ
I came for the black sheep
Those free to roam wild
For the outlaws and homeless
- denied and defiled
The sellers of flesh,
and the buyers of time
The drunk and the wretched
I claim them as mine.
A voice for the silenced
The starving of soul,
For those who have nothing
But worth more than gold.
Pride is a camel
And heaven the eye
I walk in the valley
Of ego and fire
The Christ is within you
Not temple or church
You can't find salvation
If you don't toil your earth
Cast stones from...
Those free to roam wild
For the outlaws and homeless
- denied and defiled
The sellers of flesh,
and the buyers of time
The drunk and the wretched
I claim them as mine.
A voice for the silenced
The starving of soul,
For those who have nothing
But worth more than gold.
Pride is a camel
And heaven the eye
I walk in the valley
Of ego and fire
The Christ is within you
Not temple or church
You can't find salvation
If you don't toil your earth
Cast stones from...
#SelfReflection
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
97 reads
14 Comments
PandoraUnleashed
Poem Published
18th Oct 2019 12:01pm
18th Oct 2019 12:01pm
Sentimental Me...
#LifeStruggles
#memories
#SelfReflection #nostalgia
#SelfReflection #nostalgia
235 reads
23 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
21st Oct 2019 3:10am
21st Oct 2019 3:10am
anything but me
i
look
to
the
sun
the
moon
and
the
stars
because
i
don’t
want
to
look
at
me
look
to
the
sun
the
moon
and
the
stars
because
i
don’t
want
to
look
at
me
#SelfWorth
138 reads
25 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
7th Nov 2019 5:54pm
7th Nov 2019 5:54pm
The Fights
Round four.
Oooffff!
Another sucker punch from the left, ladies and gents. A terrible punch from nowhere!
She’s on the ground, People!
Ten.
The ref has started the count down.
Nine.
She’s out cold, ladies and gents.
Eight.
No! Wait, she seems to be coming to.
Seven.
I see her eyes fluttering open with a vacant stare behind them.
Six.
The bruising to her heart just starting to be visible.
Five.
Her head is lifting- wait- no her head is...
Oooffff!
Another sucker punch from the left, ladies and gents. A terrible punch from nowhere!
She’s on the ground, People!
Ten.
The ref has started the count down.
Nine.
She’s out cold, ladies and gents.
Eight.
No! Wait, she seems to be coming to.
Seven.
I see her eyes fluttering open with a vacant stare behind them.
Six.
The bruising to her heart just starting to be visible.
Five.
Her head is lifting- wait- no her head is...
#anger
79 reads
18 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
31st Oct 2019 7:45am
31st Oct 2019 7:45am
Chain(ed) Mail
It rained for 2 hours last night.
I was trying to clean my armor;
old mold had taken up residence.
I almost died from mold once,
ingested more than I thought
I could handle.
Unable to evict
I have decided to recycle
I still want to keep my
White Picket Fence
even if I have no one
to share
it with.
I was trying to clean my armor;
old mold had taken up residence.
I almost died from mold once,
ingested more than I thought
I could handle.
Unable to evict
I have decided to recycle
I still want to keep my
White Picket Fence
even if I have no one
to share
it with.
#myself
#SelfReflection
123 reads
14 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
20th Oct 2019 1:23pm
20th Oct 2019 1:23pm
about my writing
a trickster,
slight of
hand
a carnival
barker
a street
performer
passing the
hat around
a pedestrian
running madly
against the light
on a crowded
street
raindrops falling
into mud
four flat tires
dadaism
fleas on the head of
a dead monkey
the joke with no
punch line
randomness on
it's last legs
a poisoned
apple
a wounded spirit
looking for a
place to
land
left...
slight of
hand
a carnival
barker
a street
performer
passing the
hat around
a pedestrian
running madly
against the light
on a crowded
street
raindrops falling
into mud
four flat tires
dadaism
fleas on the head of
a dead monkey
the joke with no
punch line
randomness on
it's last legs
a poisoned
apple
a wounded spirit
looking for a
place to
land
left...
#StreamOfConsciousness
81 reads
15 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
15th Nov 2019 11:34am
15th Nov 2019 11:34am
The Torment of Realizing
she laid it all out,
her phone off
no distractions -
fully present
time to feel this
she chose coffee
with a soul
who understands
the agony of coexisting
with a mind splintered;
the pain of living on,
seven days after dying
by her own hand;
the nauseating guilt
of her audacity
to figure it all out,
one day too late;
the torment of...
her phone off
no distractions -
fully present
time to feel this
she chose coffee
with a soul
who understands
the agony of coexisting
with a mind splintered;
the pain of living on,
seven days after dying
by her own hand;
the nauseating guilt
of her audacity
to figure it all out,
one day too late;
the torment of...
#love
#regret
#forgiveness #friendship
#forgiveness #friendship
55 reads
14 Comments
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