Self Poems by Members Last Online
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Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
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winter swells
The horizon bares its teeth
rip sawn by winter swells
reflections of burly point breaks
beckon the brave through howling winds
where monsters merge upon the coast
when I see the majesty of mayhem
my guts churn in rocky rips
and despite this feeling
I'll paddle out over mountains
until the waves are rolling hills
pulsating perpetual heart beats of the sea
I sit out the back
beyond the breakers
alone
far enough
so my brothers can’t hear my bones tremble
I know they taunt me ...
rip sawn by winter swells
reflections of burly point breaks
beckon the brave through howling winds
where monsters merge upon the coast
when I see the majesty of mayhem
my guts churn in rocky rips
and despite this feeling
I'll paddle out over mountains
until the waves are rolling hills
pulsating perpetual heart beats of the sea
I sit out the back
beyond the breakers
alone
far enough
so my brothers can’t hear my bones tremble
I know they taunt me ...
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Angel of My Lyceum Dreams
Angel of My Lyceum Dreams
Caravansary of souls
Where my tender sprout of youth
Lived after the steam of tears
Misted into ghosts in the crystal ball
Of a womanly vision
For my future dream
Of return to the lost carousel
Of the doctorate dreams
I’d left for dead
The corpse of a hope
So long on life support
Whose plug I’d pulled ...
Caravansary of souls
Where my tender sprout of youth
Lived after the steam of tears
Misted into ghosts in the crystal ball
Of a womanly vision
For my future dream
Of return to the lost carousel
Of the doctorate dreams
I’d left for dead
The corpse of a hope
So long on life support
Whose plug I’d pulled ...
#college
#despair
#dreams
#hope
#women
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I Worry Boy
once we were warriors filled
with fierce pride
banging our fists to chest
we would shake with the need to bleed
or make bleed
we were men that knew the language of protection
we were men that knew the language of love
toward our family
that knew how to nurture
our hard curbed by their soft
but
warped by booze
violence turned inward
we directed hate at ourselves
letting it spill over our loved ones
and our pride
died
became a curse
cheap piss and beer breath ...
with fierce pride
banging our fists to chest
we would shake with the need to bleed
or make bleed
we were men that knew the language of protection
we were men that knew the language of love
toward our family
that knew how to nurture
our hard curbed by their soft
but
warped by booze
violence turned inward
we directed hate at ourselves
letting it spill over our loved ones
and our pride
died
became a curse
cheap piss and beer breath ...
#childhood
#memories
#parent #son
#parent #son
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Why?
When I see you cry,
I see an ocean
in your eyes,
drowning you from inside.
A tempest raging;
scarlet scarring your skies...
Heat of your pain
like a thick fog
damping your sight...
A silent scream
"O god why..."
I see an ocean
in your eyes,
drowning you from inside.
A tempest raging;
scarlet scarring your skies...
Heat of your pain
like a thick fog
damping your sight...
A silent scream
"O god why..."
#despair
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness #SelfReflection
#loneliness #SelfReflection
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16 Comments
2/16/23
I am a sap
The blood of a tree
I'm weeping you see
The blood of a tree
I'm weeping you see
#trees
#emotions
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APPRAISAL OF JOY
Life becomes brighter
Beyond the storm of reason
The toil of seasons
Success, a book without closure
No eyes to read upon the words
A prison of dull days
Reaped fruit, empty room
Eyes hang like a chandelier
Breath robotic, never attuned
A striving bloom, sheared coccoon
Effort from apathy
No answers
Perpetual stream of empty moments
Such yearn for struggle
When satisfaction is gained
Paradox of the open soul
The hunger never slows
Our pockets ever expand
To...
Beyond the storm of reason
The toil of seasons
Success, a book without closure
No eyes to read upon the words
A prison of dull days
Reaped fruit, empty room
Eyes hang like a chandelier
Breath robotic, never attuned
A striving bloom, sheared coccoon
Effort from apathy
No answers
Perpetual stream of empty moments
Such yearn for struggle
When satisfaction is gained
Paradox of the open soul
The hunger never slows
Our pockets ever expand
To...
#emptiness
#happiness
#hope #money
#hope #money
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Escape Ink
as a way to survive
distract myself or
"escape poetry"
as i like to call it
i started to put
my poems, the
older and new
ones in images
& some pictures
though i don't like
socials and dislike
instagram i made
the decision to get
them out there as a
legacy so to speak
it's not a community
& not DUP it's less
interactive or better
said: not interactive
but has to do for now
i may find another way ...
distract myself or
"escape poetry"
as i like to call it
i started to put
my poems, the
older and new
ones in images
& some pictures
though i don't like
socials and dislike
instagram i made
the decision to get
them out there as a
legacy so to speak
it's not a community
& not DUP it's less
interactive or better
said: not interactive
but has to do for now
i may find another way ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
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13 Comments
Curtain Call
As the lights grow dim
And the curtain comes down
We are vagabond wordsmiths
Looking for somewhere to lay our words
Just by serendipity I stumbled upon a magic place
It felt like Home where we could express freely
Our hidden fears and desires and all in between
A place to be nurtured by like souls completely
It felt like paradise on earth to me
But even the best things go away sadly
I feel like I lost a crucial part of me
And the curtain comes down
We are vagabond wordsmiths
Looking for somewhere to lay our words
Just by serendipity I stumbled upon a magic place
It felt like Home where we could express freely
Our hidden fears and desires and all in between
A place to be nurtured by like souls completely
It felt like paradise on earth to me
But even the best things go away sadly
I feel like I lost a crucial part of me
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#grief
#love
#respect
#sadness
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Morning Rituals
I lie awake
about ten minutes before the first alarm goes off
thinking about what I’m going to do that day
before I force myself to put on my running shoes
and go into the darkness
after an hour
or about when Clockwork Angels is coming to a close
the feeling of accomplishment Rushes through me
I notice I’m getting slower
and the distances are shorter
but I’m OK with it
after breakfast
after doing the dishes
I down my hot cup of coffee
(with my blood pressure meds)
but my body temperature goes up again ...
about ten minutes before the first alarm goes off
thinking about what I’m going to do that day
before I force myself to put on my running shoes
and go into the darkness
after an hour
or about when Clockwork Angels is coming to a close
the feeling of accomplishment Rushes through me
I notice I’m getting slower
and the distances are shorter
but I’m OK with it
after breakfast
after doing the dishes
I down my hot cup of coffee
(with my blood pressure meds)
but my body temperature goes up again ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#myself
#SelfReflection
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I'm in love
I'm in love with something my soul can not reflect
Seen by those that play admonishment
Drinking those that fall like some cheap refreshment
I'm in love with more than this physical concept
Those that grasp come off as inept
The physical is all they deem to protect
I'm in love with flying high
Fear not baby don't cry
Some folks like to point and say that's the bad guy
I'm in love with all the flaws
Fallen yet unbroken picked up off the floor ...
Seen by those that play admonishment
Drinking those that fall like some cheap refreshment
I'm in love with more than this physical concept
Those that grasp come off as inept
The physical is all they deem to protect
I'm in love with flying high
Fear not baby don't cry
Some folks like to point and say that's the bad guy
I'm in love with all the flaws
Fallen yet unbroken picked up off the floor ...
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
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at the last stop
my past used to be scattered
on the green grass
my past used to shine
with pearl-studded fireflies
he used to paint my waist
with a golden-red brush
he used to secretly fill my ears
with cool perfumed breeze
he used to decorate my hair
with newly bloomed roses wrapped in green
like the earth welcomes the drops
he used to respect the affection falling from my lips
when my eyes used to shrink
from the brightness of the late afternoon
he used to stand in front of me ...
on the green grass
my past used to shine
with pearl-studded fireflies
he used to paint my waist
with a golden-red brush
he used to secretly fill my ears
with cool perfumed breeze
he used to decorate my hair
with newly bloomed roses wrapped in green
like the earth welcomes the drops
he used to respect the affection falling from my lips
when my eyes used to shrink
from the brightness of the late afternoon
he used to stand in front of me ...
#heartbroken
#sadness
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Leading Me On
"My love is in league with the freeway
its passion will rise as the cities fly by
and the tail lights dissolve in the coming of night
And the questions and thousands take flight"
The dove flies high over valleys
avoids the depths of the dark gloom
tries to blend all the conflicts
that guts bonds of dimensions of love
"My love is a-miles in awaiting
the eyes that just stare and the glance at the clock
and the secret that burns, and the pain that grows dark
and it's you once again"
Your glance...
its passion will rise as the cities fly by
and the tail lights dissolve in the coming of night
And the questions and thousands take flight"
The dove flies high over valleys
avoids the depths of the dark gloom
tries to blend all the conflicts
that guts bonds of dimensions of love
"My love is a-miles in awaiting
the eyes that just stare and the glance at the clock
and the secret that burns, and the pain that grows dark
and it's you once again"
Your glance...
#admiration
#love
#philosophical
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