Self Poems by Members Last Online
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Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
Poems published by members most recently online.
On My Way Home
On My Way Home
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Wings of Parasol
Bringing a smile, little butterfly
winging your wings of parasol
dancing above the primrose
downloading love's philosophy
in the serenity of my mind's
bungalow, of the one-wing moon
font'ing filter, kissing life's spoon
in summer's heat of alt delete
winging your wings of parasol
winging your wings of parasol
dancing above the primrose
downloading love's philosophy
in the serenity of my mind's
bungalow, of the one-wing moon
font'ing filter, kissing life's spoon
in summer's heat of alt delete
winging your wings of parasol
#philosophical
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Weiner
You don't need to hide.
I wasn't hiding from you.
I let you do what you do.
It helps, if you're here too.
Ill help you out.
I have secrets to shout out.
Come hear the symphony,
Of me crying out loud.
I sit and brood.
Wishing you were here, too.
There's no privacy as you intrude.
With your calm, quiet attitude.
I find you like the truth.
Come out of hiding and introduce.
Your distance is abuse.
Don't cut me off of this noose.
I like to sway in the nude.
The weather decays as they view....
I wasn't hiding from you.
I let you do what you do.
It helps, if you're here too.
Ill help you out.
I have secrets to shout out.
Come hear the symphony,
Of me crying out loud.
I sit and brood.
Wishing you were here, too.
There's no privacy as you intrude.
With your calm, quiet attitude.
I find you like the truth.
Come out of hiding and introduce.
Your distance is abuse.
Don't cut me off of this noose.
I like to sway in the nude.
The weather decays as they view....
#IMissYou
#loneliness
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Soul Gathered
We are pain, agonizing
Brutal, dripping in agony
Darkened needs labeled fetishes
And that's okay if fetishes are what we are
The need to be as we are
It is so deep it's ingrained, it's a soul
It's a symbiosis that needs to be fed
for it amplifies our everything
As we said the darkness oozes and drips
Like chocolate icing poured over a chocolate cake
To watch is to become one
To want, to hunger, to need
The pain, the pain that is wrapped
That is wrapped in torture, that is wrapped in love
That is wrapped...
Brutal, dripping in agony
Darkened needs labeled fetishes
And that's okay if fetishes are what we are
The need to be as we are
It is so deep it's ingrained, it's a soul
It's a symbiosis that needs to be fed
for it amplifies our everything
As we said the darkness oozes and drips
Like chocolate icing poured over a chocolate cake
To watch is to become one
To want, to hunger, to need
The pain, the pain that is wrapped
That is wrapped in torture, that is wrapped in love
That is wrapped...
#love
#dark
#hurt
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I don’t fit in
I think about the times we are in
I don’t belong don’t fit in
I was made to walk on the moors
I know this right to my core
I was meant to be wild not tame
Not like anyone else I’m not the same
No one can love like me
Without pretence so fiercely
I have always had to be strong
You can’t catch me but I’ll play along
Unless someone can keep me in check
But I have not let him dominate me yet
I don’t belong don’t fit in
I was made to walk on the moors
I know this right to my core
I was meant to be wild not tame
Not like anyone else I’m not the same
No one can love like me
Without pretence so fiercely
I have always had to be strong
You can’t catch me but I’ll play along
Unless someone can keep me in check
But I have not let him dominate me yet
#freedom
#love
#SelfDiscovery
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idiosyncrasy
chivalrous temptation,
excitable treachery don't leave me
I am in that mood again
defending my anxiety
there is need without reason
it swings inside me constantly
tortured existence I know no other
so it's for you I get on my knees
does that make me weak?
I guess it does
I can't cut it clean
escapism is my vow
I will check out every chance I get
upon your doorstep I sit awaiting my pardon
I wonder once released will I be different,
or is the problem with me?
...
excitable treachery don't leave me
I am in that mood again
defending my anxiety
there is need without reason
it swings inside me constantly
tortured existence I know no other
so it's for you I get on my knees
does that make me weak?
I guess it does
I can't cut it clean
escapism is my vow
I will check out every chance I get
upon your doorstep I sit awaiting my pardon
I wonder once released will I be different,
or is the problem with me?
...
#addiction
#philosophical
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And it’s been a long ass week and I don’t know
It’s been a long week and I don’t know
how to show or where to put all of this
because stoicism
because my words fumble when
when
when I try to speak them into existence
and typing helps me ground the
things that seem to matter that I can’t say
all this rambling is my way of trying to find the way
the route to metaphor
I feel more than i want
and I don’t want to feel any of it
my oldest daughter rang me crying
her decisions have broken the links
between us
she live with feral people
that have...
how to show or where to put all of this
because stoicism
because my words fumble when
when
when I try to speak them into existence
and typing helps me ground the
things that seem to matter that I can’t say
all this rambling is my way of trying to find the way
the route to metaphor
I feel more than i want
and I don’t want to feel any of it
my oldest daughter rang me crying
her decisions have broken the links
between us
she live with feral people
that have...
#brother
#parent
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Dear Indestructible
undo the idea
that we must be fixed
to live the days we deserve,
that breathing requires bandages
as we suck down lungfuls of hope
into our last remaining fuck
healing was never the journey,
existing was
it was listening
to the blunt struck chords
of your nervous system
to hear distorted music
as you shuffled to the sound
it was the dawn silence
as you placed one shuddering foot
in-front of another, out of alignment
longing for the earthly warmth
of a prayer-soaked sun
...
that we must be fixed
to live the days we deserve,
that breathing requires bandages
as we suck down lungfuls of hope
into our last remaining fuck
healing was never the journey,
existing was
it was listening
to the blunt struck chords
of your nervous system
to hear distorted music
as you shuffled to the sound
it was the dawn silence
as you placed one shuddering foot
in-front of another, out of alignment
longing for the earthly warmth
of a prayer-soaked sun
...
#disability
#healing
#illness #SelfWorth
#illness #SelfWorth
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From the heart
I had a heart attack this past Friday on February 21st 2025 at 10:20 am. I had 95% blockage in one of my coronary arteries.
I am writing this to express what I experienced. First of all when I started feeling weird I also noticed I had no saliva whatsoever in my mouth and my throat was completely dry, like a sand dune if you will, even after drinking a full 12 ounces of water, it didn’t feel at all like it made a difference. The pain that I felt came after while on my way to the hospital. It was like an octopus was in between both my breasts squeezing the life out of me. Then...
I am writing this to express what I experienced. First of all when I started feeling weird I also noticed I had no saliva whatsoever in my mouth and my throat was completely dry, like a sand dune if you will, even after drinking a full 12 ounces of water, it didn’t feel at all like it made a difference. The pain that I felt came after while on my way to the hospital. It was like an octopus was in between both my breasts squeezing the life out of me. Then...
#PowerOfWords
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Shelter From The Storm
I don't wanna go
don't want to leave
don't want anyone to go
want you all to stay
wanna stay here and play ♥
reminds me of the past
when i was a little boy
came home on weekends
from the orphange
to stay with mom
it was heaven
it was peace
it was here
came time to leave
time to go back
got scared
hid under the bed
i cried and screamed...
feel like hiding
under the bed now!!!
Don't wanna go...just wanna play ♥
don't want to leave
don't want anyone to go
want you all to stay
wanna stay here and play ♥
reminds me of the past
when i was a little boy
came home on weekends
from the orphange
to stay with mom
it was heaven
it was peace
it was here
came time to leave
time to go back
got scared
hid under the bed
i cried and screamed...
feel like hiding
under the bed now!!!
Don't wanna go...just wanna play ♥
#fear
#heartbroken
#sadness
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Allure
I took my time, teasing slow,
her body writhing, letting go.
Four times she came, her body still wanting more.
she wasn’t even close to finished—I sensed allure.
She pushed me back, desire in her eyes,
took me in her mouth, no surprise.
Tongue in rhythm, perfect, precise,
the intensity hit like lightning, thrice.
When I came, she didn’t relent,
milking every drop, her gaze, her intent.
More than I knew I could ever need,
spent beside her, fulfilled indeed.
That night is one I’ll never forget,
Her hunger...
her body writhing, letting go.
Four times she came, her body still wanting more.
she wasn’t even close to finished—I sensed allure.
She pushed me back, desire in her eyes,
took me in her mouth, no surprise.
Tongue in rhythm, perfect, precise,
the intensity hit like lightning, thrice.
When I came, she didn’t relent,
milking every drop, her gaze, her intent.
More than I knew I could ever need,
spent beside her, fulfilled indeed.
That night is one I’ll never forget,
Her hunger...
#dirty
#erotic
#lust #sexy
#lust #sexy
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Echoes
Bestirred by a radio app today,
reiterating the infamy date,
I recollected what my dad would say
about how that war affected our fate.
Sick, he had stayed home from Sunday school
where thusly by a broadcast he had heard
of the sneak attack on Yankee rule
and the international afterword...
which in a few short years saw him training
with artillery to use on Japan
when their empire was at last waning
along with their co-prosperity plan...
but Russian threats, and the atomic bomb,
had his odds increase for troth...
reiterating the infamy date,
I recollected what my dad would say
about how that war affected our fate.
Sick, he had stayed home from Sunday school
where thusly by a broadcast he had heard
of the sneak attack on Yankee rule
and the international afterword...
which in a few short years saw him training
with artillery to use on Japan
when their empire was at last waning
along with their co-prosperity plan...
but Russian threats, and the atomic bomb,
had his odds increase for troth...
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#technology
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