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)
diamonddave75
Poem Published
19th Aug 2017 3:56am
19th Aug 2017 3:56am
Reality Is As Viewed
gentle rain
soft cascade
harmony
surrounding
flowers
bloom
souls
at peace
reality
is
as
viewed
human art
sweet hug
fighting off
the bitter
relevance
means
nothing
but distress
reality
is
as
viewed
all laid
to rest
bury my
melody
within
the grave
called
home
reality
is
as
viewed
soft cascade
harmony
surrounding
flowers
bloom
souls
at peace
reality
is
as
viewed
human art
sweet hug
fighting off
the bitter
relevance
means
nothing
but distress
reality
is
as
viewed
all laid
to rest
bury my
melody
within
the grave
called
home
reality
is
as
viewed
24 reads
2 Comments
Postmortal
Poem Published
17th Aug 2017 3:04pm
17th Aug 2017 3:04pm
On the road with Rose
The moon lights her summer nights
The road sings her a sirens song
She's rolling in forward emotion
The night is short
The road is long
Inspired by Rosegold
The road sings her a sirens song
She's rolling in forward emotion
The night is short
The road is long
Inspired by Rosegold
26 reads
6 Comments
gazellemon
Brad
Brad
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:43pm
Yesterday 4:43pm
it's like I'm.. inst by Idealism
it's like I'm..
floating through time
across electric lines
power subsidies
blurring my divine nature
i find myself a stranger
hurry or see me later
hurting to meet maker
take me at my face
as I move this weight like a freighter
serving plates like a waiter
forever fake ...Nah
can't afford to wait
do i need a translator?
if fortune favors the bold
what I owe
only I know
I just hope it shows..
let it go
let em know
let me flow
I just hope it shows..
let it go ...
floating through time
across electric lines
power subsidies
blurring my divine nature
i find myself a stranger
hurry or see me later
hurting to meet maker
take me at my face
as I move this weight like a freighter
serving plates like a waiter
forever fake ...Nah
can't afford to wait
do i need a translator?
if fortune favors the bold
what I owe
only I know
I just hope it shows..
let it go
let em know
let me flow
I just hope it shows..
let it go ...
20 reads
0 Comments
standingmyground
Poem Published
10th Aug 2017 2:09pm
10th Aug 2017 2:09pm
And in Conclusion of my Life
And in Conclusion of My Life
growing old
from the standpoint of moi
means what
exactly
I've lived life on the tilt
daring myself . . . to
step across the line
breathe uncontaminated air
not the staleness
of status quo
air which was mine alone
to consume
danced on the edge
sometimes falling off
with a laugh
getting back up
strutting on down the boulevard
snapping fingers
cool, yes indeed, way too cool
visited various beds
never took any of them
all that seriously
uh, yeah,...
growing old
from the standpoint of moi
means what
exactly
I've lived life on the tilt
daring myself . . . to
step across the line
breathe uncontaminated air
not the staleness
of status quo
air which was mine alone
to consume
danced on the edge
sometimes falling off
with a laugh
getting back up
strutting on down the boulevard
snapping fingers
cool, yes indeed, way too cool
visited various beds
never took any of them
all that seriously
uh, yeah,...
37 reads
10 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
21st Aug 2017 10:28pm
21st Aug 2017 10:28pm
AFTER A MUDDY GARDEN JOB
How a wet, muddy garden job
Led to a nuddy kitchen job
When Adam first worked he'd be nude
(Before that serpent did intrude...)
To till and tend Eden's Garden,
Making skin tan, muscles harden.
Now, my garden lacks privacy
To let me garden nakedly (LOL)
But rain soaked digging gave me cause
To mix up work with fun indoors
When, having got my clothes muddy,
I had bath, then washed them, nuddy,
Scrubbing them in the kitchen sink,
Shameless stripped to my tan and pink
While curtains were drawn and blinds down, ...
Led to a nuddy kitchen job
When Adam first worked he'd be nude
(Before that serpent did intrude...)
To till and tend Eden's Garden,
Making skin tan, muscles harden.
Now, my garden lacks privacy
To let me garden nakedly (LOL)
But rain soaked digging gave me cause
To mix up work with fun indoors
When, having got my clothes muddy,
I had bath, then washed them, nuddy,
Scrubbing them in the kitchen sink,
Shameless stripped to my tan and pink
While curtains were drawn and blinds down, ...
7 reads
1 Comment
LobodeSanPedro
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2017 00:08am
22nd Aug 2017 00:08am
. . .
my birthday eclipsed
a sign of peril or fate
only time will tell
a sign of peril or fate
only time will tell
36 reads
17 Comments
anonymouslyhere
Poem Published
18th Aug 2017 10:15am
18th Aug 2017 10:15am
Punching Mirrors Like A Mature Toddler
My fist of rage
Says hello
To the mirror
Look out below
The shards fall
A rush of regretful pain
Then clouds form
Pouring a crimson rain.
Says hello
To the mirror
Look out below
The shards fall
A rush of regretful pain
Then clouds form
Pouring a crimson rain.
18 reads
4 Comments
etherial_ink
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:17pm
Yesterday 7:17pm
Beast
When he strikes,
he strikes relentlessly,
tears my flesh
with his vicious teeth,
won't let me sleep
when he's in charge.
Ties my body up
in razor wire,
"Every move's a mistake",
he says.
Every move's a mistake.
And I cannot
make him stop.
How he loves
the sound I make
when he splits open
my aching rib cage.
Naked to him
when he scalds
my throbbing skin.
Tortures me,
crawls all over me,
licks up my eyes
and I've almost lost my sight.
This dark conqueror,
savage...
he strikes relentlessly,
tears my flesh
with his vicious teeth,
won't let me sleep
when he's in charge.
Ties my body up
in razor wire,
"Every move's a mistake",
he says.
Every move's a mistake.
And I cannot
make him stop.
How he loves
the sound I make
when he splits open
my aching rib cage.
Naked to him
when he scalds
my throbbing skin.
Tortures me,
crawls all over me,
licks up my eyes
and I've almost lost my sight.
This dark conqueror,
savage...
11 reads
3 Comments
_boybrains
Poem Published
21st Aug 2017 11:02pm
21st Aug 2017 11:02pm
I Stand In Italics.
The disappontment
dances with a chill
transfers a cold
feel.
I often dream
that i'm never
here & this isn't
real.
dances with a chill
transfers a cold
feel.
I often dream
that i'm never
here & this isn't
real.
19 reads
2 Comments
takis1917
Poem Published
19th Aug 2017 3:49pm
19th Aug 2017 3:49pm
August 2003
When the revolution was around the corner
I was in a circle
- and, that alone sufficient is
to set the record straight:
I kept every appointment,
history chose to cancel -
A historian I am not
but my mind's crystal ball with clarity reveals
my past to be woefully incomplete
and in some parts lacking my presence!...
As for my present
it starts with most of my winks missing their mark
Two or more fingers around my neck
do not a necklace make
An umbrella always in hand
just in case maturity bits descend on me
And a...
I was in a circle
- and, that alone sufficient is
to set the record straight:
I kept every appointment,
history chose to cancel -
A historian I am not
but my mind's crystal ball with clarity reveals
my past to be woefully incomplete
and in some parts lacking my presence!...
As for my present
it starts with most of my winks missing their mark
Two or more fingers around my neck
do not a necklace make
An umbrella always in hand
just in case maturity bits descend on me
And a...
27 reads
2 Comments
paperstains
Poem Published
11th Aug 2017 3:37am
11th Aug 2017 3:37am
Lesson Learned at Thirteen
He touched me unexpectedly
a hand on my thigh
his lips moving
making words that went unheard
I may have answered
Middle of the afternoon
on the old floral couch
no one around
the heat of his hand
crept higher
Blood rushed my eardrums
pulse pounding panic
unaware until it was removed
my brother was in the room
Left in confusion
when they went on their way
His friend had never
kissed me
shown any interest
The boys like him
didn't look at girls like me
I'm not sure he did, even then
I...
a hand on my thigh
his lips moving
making words that went unheard
I may have answered
Middle of the afternoon
on the old floral couch
no one around
the heat of his hand
crept higher
Blood rushed my eardrums
pulse pounding panic
unaware until it was removed
my brother was in the room
Left in confusion
when they went on their way
His friend had never
kissed me
shown any interest
The boys like him
didn't look at girls like me
I'm not sure he did, even then
I...
66 reads
16 Comments
mel44
Poem Published
21st Aug 2017 9:15pm
21st Aug 2017 9:15pm
When Darkness Creeps
I need to be alone
When the darkness creeps
As it is all consuming
Caring not what it reaps
Aware of its brutality
A force anticipated
Able to hold my own
When feeling suffocated
But with you my darling
I cannot bear to see
You grapple with the demons
A sounder match for me
My true hell exists
In watching you endure
The pain that rises in me
For which you have no cure
It is not out of disloyalty
That I beg of you to leave
But because I cannot stand
To be the reason that you grieve
When the darkness creeps
As it is all consuming
Caring not what it reaps
Aware of its brutality
A force anticipated
Able to hold my own
When feeling suffocated
But with you my darling
I cannot bear to see
You grapple with the demons
A sounder match for me
My true hell exists
In watching you endure
The pain that rises in me
For which you have no cure
It is not out of disloyalty
That I beg of you to leave
But because I cannot stand
To be the reason that you grieve
23 reads
4 Comments
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