Self Poems by Top Critiquers
Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself written by the DU Poetry top critiquers
(members who have given lots of useful comments to other poets this month)
Downhill
Written by Taryn
Poem Published 19th June 2017 00:07am
thoughts seldom
opposing
prevalent
struggling daily
war within
wages
winds blow
clouds roll in
time stopped
for each breath
stolen
words written
no translation
baffled remains
questioning
everything
crows fly
over blackened
hearts
claws digging
picking apart
eyes closed
faces pressed
glass fogs
distorting
the rest
eyes open
lips sealed
battles silenced
looking downhill
from here
opposing
prevalent
struggling daily
war within
wages
winds blow
clouds roll in
time stopped
for each breath
stolen
words written
no translation
baffled remains
questioning
everything
crows fly
over blackened
hearts
claws digging
picking apart
eyes closed
faces pressed
glass fogs
distorting
the rest
eyes open
lips sealed
battles silenced
looking downhill
from here
70 reads
21 Comments
hey, how are you?
Written by FromTheAsh
Poem Published 23rd June 2017 12:06pm
it’s a simple question
with a complicated answer
I can see the question mark dangling in the air between us
and I want to tell the truth
to say my skin is riding hard over jagged shards
and my thoughts can’t find an outlet
so they scream all night in my head
dreams don’t even provide a respite
to tell you I can barely hear your words
above the rapid thunder of my heart
the pressure from the squeeze
sucking the breath out of me
I want to tell you there’s a cave
somewhere in a womb of deep darkness
calling out my name ...
with a complicated answer
I can see the question mark dangling in the air between us
and I want to tell the truth
to say my skin is riding hard over jagged shards
and my thoughts can’t find an outlet
so they scream all night in my head
dreams don’t even provide a respite
to tell you I can barely hear your words
above the rapid thunder of my heart
the pressure from the squeeze
sucking the breath out of me
I want to tell you there’s a cave
somewhere in a womb of deep darkness
calling out my name ...
14 reads
3 Comments
If I Were A Poet...
Written by Purpleheart
Poem Published 29th May 2017 5:51pm
Oh, if I were a Poet...
How great would that be?
Like all the rest
With their B and MA's,
In varying degrees
But I am afraid
Not a girl like me
Plain and simple that she be
I want to prove to the world
That I am
Here
I wish words came easier
Dreams of being a published poet
One day, we shall see
Never give up
That is me
Here I am.
How great would that be?
Like all the rest
With their B and MA's,
In varying degrees
But I am afraid
Not a girl like me
Plain and simple that she be
I want to prove to the world
That I am
Here
I wish words came easier
Dreams of being a published poet
One day, we shall see
Never give up
That is me
Here I am.
77 reads
22 Comments
Shades of Nirvana? (No! Not the band!)
Written by Zach_of_all_trades
Poem Published 22nd June 2017 9:28pm
Empty space
Air void of any substance
No aroma
No heat
No discernable chill
Free of light
Not consumed by darkness
Silence noticeable
Not overwhelming
Alone
But not lonely
Uncomfortably comforting
It’s not good or bad
Nor happy or sad
It just is
Air void of any substance
No aroma
No heat
No discernable chill
Free of light
Not consumed by darkness
Silence noticeable
Not overwhelming
Alone
But not lonely
Uncomfortably comforting
It’s not good or bad
Nor happy or sad
It just is
15 reads
0 Comments
Four Short Today Poems
Written by DaisyGrace
Poem Published 22nd June 2017 8:57pm
i.
The clichéd weight on my shoulders
presses the once tall column
of my proud spine
into curved penance.
ii.
Pretending I have
everything under control is
exhausting.
When I attend a party,
everyone wants me
on their
charades team.
iii.
Somedays I wish someone,
anyone,
would lift this infinite
doubt
and let me
breathe and stand straight.
If only for a nanosecond.
iv.
Smile.
It is the only option.
The clichéd weight on my shoulders
presses the once tall column
of my proud spine
into curved penance.
ii.
Pretending I have
everything under control is
exhausting.
When I attend a party,
everyone wants me
on their
charades team.
iii.
Somedays I wish someone,
anyone,
would lift this infinite
doubt
and let me
breathe and stand straight.
If only for a nanosecond.
iv.
Smile.
It is the only option.
20 reads
4 Comments
I Said Too Much
Written by paperstains
Poem Published 22nd June 2017 10:21pm
Given this chance to talk to you
there's so little I can say
though it still hurts
to see you lonely and afraid
I ache to reach back
to reassure
There's no advice I can offer
no regret you can avoid
no decision to change
no pain to escape
that wouldn't rewrite who we are today
And I (we) don't want to disappear
not anymore
I can't interfere
with lessons you don't know you're learning
we'll need them all in time
they never stop coming
We're still trying to find answers
to questions you...
there's so little I can say
though it still hurts
to see you lonely and afraid
I ache to reach back
to reassure
There's no advice I can offer
no regret you can avoid
no decision to change
no pain to escape
that wouldn't rewrite who we are today
And I (we) don't want to disappear
not anymore
I can't interfere
with lessons you don't know you're learning
we'll need them all in time
they never stop coming
We're still trying to find answers
to questions you...
23 reads
1 Comment
Tread Lightly
Written by JAZZMANOR
Poem Published 12th June 2017 3:14pm
Sweet lady go easy
for my heart is at your command
if you have any empathy
on where it may land
I have desired your caress
for so very long
and apologize if any word
has rubbed you wrong
Happened to speak to a colleague about the charms
that I wanted for longer moments
comfort in your arms
Not to be controlling
or a thorn in your style
wanting to get past the surface
the interior you for awhile
For other woman may be pretty
others may spark my brain
but you have it all as
constant as...
for my heart is at your command
if you have any empathy
on where it may land
I have desired your caress
for so very long
and apologize if any word
has rubbed you wrong
Happened to speak to a colleague about the charms
that I wanted for longer moments
comfort in your arms
Not to be controlling
or a thorn in your style
wanting to get past the surface
the interior you for awhile
For other woman may be pretty
others may spark my brain
but you have it all as
constant as...
37 reads
6 Comments
Poetry for Ass
Written by FreeLove87
Poem Published 7th June 2017 11:13am
EXTREME CONTENT
57 reads
4 Comments
Let Me Sleep Not
Written by anonymouslyhere
Poem Published 22nd June 2017 11:17am
Subdued by dreams
I dig into them
Insomnia seduces
The ravish sadness
Nightmare of awakening
Fear of fading in slumber
I am aware I am in fear
In fear of being unaware
Night terror
Inflicting yet another scare.
I dig into them
Insomnia seduces
The ravish sadness
Nightmare of awakening
Fear of fading in slumber
I am aware I am in fear
In fear of being unaware
Night terror
Inflicting yet another scare.
14 reads
0 Comments
I Know of a Place - Villanelle
Written by standingmyground
Poem Published 23rd June 2017 2:17am
I know of a place down the road,
At the town's edge is where I go,
When I need to lighten my load.
Before my head starts to implode,
A long measured walk I take slow,
I know of a place down the road,
There are no secret, hidden codes,
But I guess it’s a riddle though,
When I need to lighten my load.
It is a place where no one goes,
My special place I feel a glow,
I know of a place down the road,
When I'm there I feel calmness flow,
Time slows down, my life it I owe,
When I need to lighten my load.
When troubles start...
At the town's edge is where I go,
When I need to lighten my load.
Before my head starts to implode,
A long measured walk I take slow,
I know of a place down the road,
There are no secret, hidden codes,
But I guess it’s a riddle though,
When I need to lighten my load.
It is a place where no one goes,
My special place I feel a glow,
I know of a place down the road,
When I'm there I feel calmness flow,
Time slows down, my life it I owe,
When I need to lighten my load.
When troubles start...
8 reads
0 Comments
The Waif
Written by 24601
(John Brady)
Poem Published 21st June 2017 12:26pm
they tell you about facial hair
they tattle on about it
it's on every commercial
every magazine
every sly Youtube opener
telling us that our gray
is not for fine female eyes
but nothing
(fucking nothing)
prepares you
for your first gray pube
nothing prepares you
as you gaze ball-ward in the tub
for that dull little imp
lounging on your moist thigh
bedraggled, curled and sarcastic;
the spent party streamer in the rain
they don't teach
that shit in high school
oh sure, they teach the...
they tattle on about it
it's on every commercial
every magazine
every sly Youtube opener
telling us that our gray
is not for fine female eyes
but nothing
(fucking nothing)
prepares you
for your first gray pube
nothing prepares you
as you gaze ball-ward in the tub
for that dull little imp
lounging on your moist thigh
bedraggled, curled and sarcastic;
the spent party streamer in the rain
they don't teach
that shit in high school
oh sure, they teach the...
37 reads
13 Comments
Adapt To Survive?
Written by WoundedHeart
Poem Published 18th June 2017 9:23pm
They say we have to adapt to survive
In order to stay alive
Even if some of who you are dies
Apparently it's worth the sacrifice
I never wanted to pay that price
And thought it worth holding onto all that makes me who I am
I believed one could be at their happiest by living a life true to them
But when these moods hit I start to understand
See, I dream of things that don't exist
And often try to achieve them
I am deluded by the reality I wish to create
That I can't
Because I cannot make people be who I wish they were
And I...
In order to stay alive
Even if some of who you are dies
Apparently it's worth the sacrifice
I never wanted to pay that price
And thought it worth holding onto all that makes me who I am
I believed one could be at their happiest by living a life true to them
But when these moods hit I start to understand
See, I dream of things that don't exist
And often try to achieve them
I am deluded by the reality I wish to create
That I can't
Because I cannot make people be who I wish they were
And I...
40 reads
9 Comments
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