Self Poems by Top Critiquers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
Poems written by Top Critiquers
Epitaph
Yesterday my Epitaph read...
Unknown to some for he has died
Beware to others for he's still alive
His revenge will come, when you least suspect
Ponder your thoughts now, time to reflect
You smothered and silenced him throughout life
Victimized his family, causing pain and strife
He leaves you now with one more warning
Confession will heal in time of mourning
Unknown to some for he has died
Beware to others for he's still alive
His revenge will come, when you least suspect
Ponder your thoughts now, time to reflect
You smothered and silenced him throughout life
Victimized his family, causing pain and strife
He leaves you now with one more warning
Confession will heal in time of mourning
#grief
#death
#silence #revenge
#silence #revenge
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Watching Watches
I’ve been binge watching watches or watch watching
It’s my new hobby, my new interest and obsession
I’ve been window shopping without any signs of stopping
Analyzing and pricing if I should pursue this fixation
I pause and admire some of these beautiful timepieces
The brands, the styles, the complex mechanical engineering
The colors, the designs, oh how this new elation increases
When the fine craftmanship is so appealing and endearing
There is some kind of romantic nostalgic sentiment here
As I reminisce on the ones that I’ve owned,...
It’s my new hobby, my new interest and obsession
I’ve been window shopping without any signs of stopping
Analyzing and pricing if I should pursue this fixation
I pause and admire some of these beautiful timepieces
The brands, the styles, the complex mechanical engineering
The colors, the designs, oh how this new elation increases
When the fine craftmanship is so appealing and endearing
There is some kind of romantic nostalgic sentiment here
As I reminisce on the ones that I’ve owned,...
#identity
#SelfDiscovery
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Writing Dirty is Cathartic
It’s like screaming
Dropping f bombs
Going for a long run
Expressing myself
Through dirty poetry
Purges thoughts
I’d rather not keep
Locked inside
DUP is my safe space
To give my internal
And external world
A voice
My healing journey
Of restoration
And renewal
I spent too many
Years hiding
From the me
I am today
Afraid of shame
Cowering to social pressure
I’ve been told
I can do better
Much better
That I’m capable
Of more ...
Dropping f bombs
Going for a long run
Expressing myself
Through dirty poetry
Purges thoughts
I’d rather not keep
Locked inside
DUP is my safe space
To give my internal
And external world
A voice
My healing journey
Of restoration
And renewal
I spent too many
Years hiding
From the me
I am today
Afraid of shame
Cowering to social pressure
I’ve been told
I can do better
Much better
That I’m capable
Of more ...
#sex
#myself
#WritingPoetry #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#WritingPoetry #DeepUndergroundPoetry
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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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Cruising The Death of Time
There is a desolate highway
that cuts through
my mind's haunting pines.
A scull and crossbone
on the exit sign.
Through rugged terrain
of yesterday's.
Counting the monotonous lines.
Driving back
through the death of time.
Cruising to days
you perished being mine.
Back to you holding my hand,
absolutely inconceivable,
you would ever let go.
It's heart tugging to visit
those memories now,
the heart still gives,
a phantom swell.
I drove back
and parked in tomorrow.
Into the deep...
that cuts through
my mind's haunting pines.
A scull and crossbone
on the exit sign.
Through rugged terrain
of yesterday's.
Counting the monotonous lines.
Driving back
through the death of time.
Cruising to days
you perished being mine.
Back to you holding my hand,
absolutely inconceivable,
you would ever let go.
It's heart tugging to visit
those memories now,
the heart still gives,
a phantom swell.
I drove back
and parked in tomorrow.
Into the deep...
#memories
#MovingOn
#emotional
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WHAT HAPPENED?
We used to defy
all taboos, cross
all barriers, dare
to take a risk,
say yes against
the odds, taste the
forbidden, indulge
in decadence, and
pick ourselves up after
we were down for the count;
loose our shirt and have
to hitchhike home.
YES! Vegas is what happened
to us and we didn't let
it stay there but we brought
empty pockets with us.
BUT
we're on our way back to
the bright lights and winning
and losing....WOW! Life
gets more exciting every day,
win, lose, or draw...
all taboos, cross
all barriers, dare
to take a risk,
say yes against
the odds, taste the
forbidden, indulge
in decadence, and
pick ourselves up after
we were down for the count;
loose our shirt and have
to hitchhike home.
YES! Vegas is what happened
to us and we didn't let
it stay there but we brought
empty pockets with us.
BUT
we're on our way back to
the bright lights and winning
and losing....WOW! Life
gets more exciting every day,
win, lose, or draw...
#anger
#regret
#frustration
#disappointment
#bittersweet
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The Woman You See
Ever the happy-go-lucky child
Idyllic upbringing into womanhood
Strong and self assured
Or
The façade of such a person
Checking off each passing day
Akin to the doomed Iphigenia
With no
fairy godmother
to
rescue
her
Idyllic upbringing into womanhood
Strong and self assured
Or
The façade of such a person
Checking off each passing day
Akin to the doomed Iphigenia
With no
fairy godmother
to
rescue
her
#sadness
#loneliness
#SelfReflection #sacrifice
#SelfReflection #sacrifice
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cold coffee
my mind
hotly
concentrates
on writing
words,
stretching
thousands
of miles,
never
stepping away
from
my chair,
now,
my coffee
has turned
cold.
hotly
concentrates
on writing
words,
stretching
thousands
of miles,
never
stepping away
from
my chair,
now,
my coffee
has turned
cold.
#coffee
#uplifting
#minimalist
#emotional
#metaphor
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Collage #2 - Outsider Looking In
I was always on the outside
Looking in
Wasn’t much I wanted in there
Loner type
Like the song by Bob Dylan
Off the album BLONDE ON BLONDE
“Just Like a Woman”
The line … ‘I can’t fit”
So Art called
I jumped in
Many years later I remain
A movement for outside artists
Platform to stand tall
Malcontents, nonconformists, freaks
It’s like your warm embrace
Finally… I fit
Looking in
Wasn’t much I wanted in there
Loner type
Like the song by Bob Dylan
Off the album BLONDE ON BLONDE
“Just Like a Woman”
The line … ‘I can’t fit”
So Art called
I jumped in
Many years later I remain
A movement for outside artists
Platform to stand tall
Malcontents, nonconformists, freaks
It’s like your warm embrace
Finally… I fit
#courage
#inspirational
#LifeCycle
#art
#passion
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SOME PEOPLE
How it truly fucking still makes my head spin and amazes me
People's lack of common sense or human decency
Coupled with total disregard and not any respect
But, that's only my damn opinion in retrospect
Privacy I believe is something truly treasured
Not in how you're ego is massaged & measured
I suppose its a personal thing that I do seek
Tho we need to be mindful of when we act & speak
I guess it's in others words and actions I just can't
But, I do humbly thank you for allowing my tantrum & rant
People's lack of common sense or human decency
Coupled with total disregard and not any respect
But, that's only my damn opinion in retrospect
Privacy I believe is something truly treasured
Not in how you're ego is massaged & measured
I suppose its a personal thing that I do seek
Tho we need to be mindful of when we act & speak
I guess it's in others words and actions I just can't
But, I do humbly thank you for allowing my tantrum & rant
#hope
#frustration
#respect #disappointment
#respect #disappointment
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Justice is a nocturnal animal
always watching
unseen, from the shadows
its scales wavering
may take a while
to climb
those karmic steps
but you can be certain
of one thing—
corruption
is on borrowed time
before being dealt
the same fate
that is not demeaning
what we sow we reap
if not in this life
then the next
and those behind the scenes
in...
unseen, from the shadows
its scales wavering
may take a while
to climb
those karmic steps
but you can be certain
of one thing—
corruption
is on borrowed time
before being dealt
the same fate
that is not demeaning
what we sow we reap
if not in this life
then the next
and those behind the scenes
in...
#politics
#confessional
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No Birthday
On March 22nd i
got a call from the
crematorium with
some protocols
day of cremation
of Ravi, my cat.
On March 23rd i
was called by my
mother she picked
a fight, fuck it why
begged her to stop
she didn't, i cried
no apps cards or
phonecalls for me
no birthday wishes
just a text with the
time of cremation
On March24th i
came home, box
of ashes in hands
on the bottom his
name and the day
i was born ♰ i never
...
got a call from the
crematorium with
some protocols
day of cremation
of Ravi, my cat.
On March 23rd i
was called by my
mother she picked
a fight, fuck it why
begged her to stop
she didn't, i cried
no apps cards or
phonecalls for me
no birthday wishes
just a text with the
time of cremation
On March24th i
came home, box
of ashes in hands
on the bottom his
name and the day
i was born ♰ i never
...
#death
#birthday
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