Self Poems by Top Critiquers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
Poems written by Top Critiquers
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
25th Feb 2021 9:18pm
25th Feb 2021 9:18pm
I define.
a sort of teetering
on a precipice
insight and clarity
from tired meek
to almost fully heard
Oh to roar
allowing for unselfish focus
doubts drift
stresses of unsure
or insufferable insecure
s l i p a w a y
silent bursts
of all that's etched
to marvel in
hard fought, learned
permeate from inside out
i glow in raw iridescence
a fresh breeze mixed
with antiseptic sunshine
dispelling
desperate smoke
of...
on a precipice
insight and clarity
from tired meek
to almost fully heard
Oh to roar
allowing for unselfish focus
doubts drift
stresses of unsure
or insufferable insecure
s l i p a w a y
silent bursts
of all that's etched
to marvel in
hard fought, learned
permeate from inside out
i glow in raw iridescence
a fresh breeze mixed
with antiseptic sunshine
dispelling
desperate smoke
of...
#myself
#healing
#SelfWorth
112 reads
27 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2021 11:11pm
23rd Feb 2021 11:11pm
DARING TO BE ME (# 16)
SIZE
We live in a society,
as a whole,
that is concerned with
SIZE:
The size of
a house or apartment.
The size of
a bank account.
The size of
a car or truck.
The size of
a wardrobe.
The size of
one's fan base.
The size of
one's staff and employees
CONFESSION.
I used to
pay attention
to the size of
a woman...
was she too thin
or too fat.
Was her ass a bone
or a tub of lard.
Cock size and
vagina size has
always been measured.
NOW
as I try to...
We live in a society,
as a whole,
that is concerned with
SIZE:
The size of
a house or apartment.
The size of
a bank account.
The size of
a car or truck.
The size of
a wardrobe.
The size of
one's fan base.
The size of
one's staff and employees
CONFESSION.
I used to
pay attention
to the size of
a woman...
was she too thin
or too fat.
Was her ass a bone
or a tub of lard.
Cock size and
vagina size has
always been measured.
NOW
as I try to...
#courage
#motivational
#inspirational
#admiration
#respect
26 reads
0 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
5th Jan 2021 6:37am
5th Jan 2021 6:37am
El Greco!
Was not the name of this diner.
I don’t recall its name anymore.
It was torn down over twenty years ago.
Strangely-
given its prime real estate locale,
nothing has been built in its place.
What’s left are open space memories by those of us who frequented it in its hey day.
I remember its dark faux paneled walls. The fake Corinthian leather seats that made your thighs sweat in summer. Chipped linoleum table tops always sticky from who knows what.
If the cigarette smell didn’t offend you, the sour smell of drunken...
I don’t recall its name anymore.
It was torn down over twenty years ago.
Strangely-
given its prime real estate locale,
nothing has been built in its place.
What’s left are open space memories by those of us who frequented it in its hey day.
I remember its dark faux paneled walls. The fake Corinthian leather seats that made your thighs sweat in summer. Chipped linoleum table tops always sticky from who knows what.
If the cigarette smell didn’t offend you, the sour smell of drunken...
#friendship
#memories
153 reads
36 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
1st Mar 2021 8:04pm
1st Mar 2021 8:04pm
My silent sadness
My sadness, silent, incredibly-alluring to some
It flows in a powerful, pitiless wave, drowning
I try to remember a time when things were wonderful
Head spins like a dark cloud at times in the evening
Where are the wonderful visions, forgotten fun
They excite, prevent you from falling asleep. dreaming
of love, instead broken dreams, and the worst nightmares
Taught wisdom by life at an early age, retreating along the way
I try and remember to remember and dream of a life
One that never existed, one I created in my mind
In order to...
It flows in a powerful, pitiless wave, drowning
I try to remember a time when things were wonderful
Head spins like a dark cloud at times in the evening
Where are the wonderful visions, forgotten fun
They excite, prevent you from falling asleep. dreaming
of love, instead broken dreams, and the worst nightmares
Taught wisdom by life at an early age, retreating along the way
I try and remember to remember and dream of a life
One that never existed, one I created in my mind
In order to...
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#memories
88 reads
35 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
18th Aug 2020 5:06pm
18th Aug 2020 5:06pm
I’m Just a Cowboy
Picture from many moons ago
Early cowboy days
New York City
I even remember who that devil chick is
She had a nice pair of legs
You didn’t want to trust her though
Another story for another time
Got some fences to mend on the North 40
I’ll see you around sometime
You can call me Tex
Early cowboy days
New York City
I even remember who that devil chick is
She had a nice pair of legs
You didn’t want to trust her though
Another story for another time
Got some fences to mend on the North 40
I’ll see you around sometime
You can call me Tex
#identity
142 reads
35 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
27th Feb 2021 3:30pm
27th Feb 2021 3:30pm
Note to self (63)
When will you stop
Killing yourself?
When will you liberate
Yourself from these heavy
Chains?
Silly stupid confessions,
Just words meaning nothing
Until and unless YOU decide
To move forward.
Difficult to do if your mind
Is always held back
And your entire being
Stuck in the mud
And stuck in the past.
Killing yourself?
When will you liberate
Yourself from these heavy
Chains?
Silly stupid confessions,
Just words meaning nothing
Until and unless YOU decide
To move forward.
Difficult to do if your mind
Is always held back
And your entire being
Stuck in the mud
And stuck in the past.
#hope
#motivational
28 reads
6 Comments
Phantom2426
Poem Published
20th May 2020 4:09am
20th May 2020 4:09am
Bloom Doom
Grew up the youngest
of three blooming brothers
Spreading my petals
everywhere I went
but trouble kept
getting my petals
stuck because of my
Oldest brother's problems
But now my petals are
holding because of
this frenzy shit the
goverments/spooks created
I am tired of this and me
being my Oldest Brother's Keeper
So plesse let my petals go do
Their blooming
of three blooming brothers
Spreading my petals
everywhere I went
but trouble kept
getting my petals
stuck because of my
Oldest brother's problems
But now my petals are
holding because of
this frenzy shit the
goverments/spooks created
I am tired of this and me
being my Oldest Brother's Keeper
So plesse let my petals go do
Their blooming
#brother
#childhood
#family
#memories
#pandemic
140 reads
3 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Snaggy
Snaggy
Poem Published
27th Feb 2021 8:00pm
27th Feb 2021 8:00pm
The Ever Growing Tree
Verse 1:
What is it we're searching for,
That goal we never quite reach?
While all the while life's movin' on,
I get behind and put upon.
Why do we have to grow old and die?
Where I'm content where I lie.
This live and die, it's not for me,
I don't want it, can't you see!
I'm not happy in the now,
Knowing time's fading away somehow.
Verse 2:
Looking back, I had the knack,
No problems or responsibilities.
Every day was full of fun,
But only on reflection.
Lately I have come undone,
Looking...
What is it we're searching for,
That goal we never quite reach?
While all the while life's movin' on,
I get behind and put upon.
Why do we have to grow old and die?
Where I'm content where I lie.
This live and die, it's not for me,
I don't want it, can't you see!
I'm not happy in the now,
Knowing time's fading away somehow.
Verse 2:
Looking back, I had the knack,
No problems or responsibilities.
Every day was full of fun,
But only on reflection.
Lately I have come undone,
Looking...
#anxiety
#LifeGoals
#learning
#disappointment
#wisdom
34 reads
11 Comments
Ljdynamic
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2021 11:48am
22nd Feb 2021 11:48am
Dissent
Admittance.
Tangled within a toilsome need to feed the addict.
Insistence.
It ends and starts anew; contend the sporadic.
Subsistence.
Pretend emotions are good focus on landing leveled.
Persistence.
Sending stressed messages through displaced passages.
Distance.
Rest and take breaths this demeanor airs disheveled.
Resistance.
Voltage surges creating current; urge undeniable.
Instance.
Projection sees this soar descend unreliable.
Assistance.
No sense of...
Tangled within a toilsome need to feed the addict.
Insistence.
It ends and starts anew; contend the sporadic.
Subsistence.
Pretend emotions are good focus on landing leveled.
Persistence.
Sending stressed messages through displaced passages.
Distance.
Rest and take breaths this demeanor airs disheveled.
Resistance.
Voltage surges creating current; urge undeniable.
Instance.
Projection sees this soar descend unreliable.
Assistance.
No sense of...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#WritingPoetry
#acceptance
59 reads
9 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
4th Mar 2021 11:44pm
4th Mar 2021 11:44pm
Happy March Forth
If you haven’t heard today is band nerd’s day
We celebrate with drill, music and dance
And though the world has been at a stand still
This summer, I know we’re taking a chance
I can’t wait to be in the stands with other fans
Cheering and shouting under the hot sun
So bring out those seat pads and cushions
Be comfy or else risk burning those buns
Oh, this ain’t your daddy’s marching band
The music is loud and the crowd is wild
Because for us hardcore drum corps fans
Each show is going to leave us with a smile
Me,...
We celebrate with drill, music and dance
And though the world has been at a stand still
This summer, I know we’re taking a chance
I can’t wait to be in the stands with other fans
Cheering and shouting under the hot sun
So bring out those seat pads and cushions
Be comfy or else risk burning those buns
Oh, this ain’t your daddy’s marching band
The music is loud and the crowd is wild
Because for us hardcore drum corps fans
Each show is going to leave us with a smile
Me,...
#summer
#spring
#music
21 reads
4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
4th Mar 2021 2:56am
4th Mar 2021 2:56am
I'll Keep Holding On
Turning the beautiful wheels of time
When the minds and the hearts are so aligned
A feeling that coursing through my veins
The passport to my soul as you glimpsed into my windowpane
Admiring echoes on the tip of my lips when you say my name
So many times, the uncertainty I felt, yet you pushed me on
Told me, time waits for no one, this is the time to make life my own song
Planning futures laying over your chest
Inhaling thoughts, the, petrified of the uncertainty trying to retain frightened breathes
The pillar of comforts for me ...
When the minds and the hearts are so aligned
A feeling that coursing through my veins
The passport to my soul as you glimpsed into my windowpane
Admiring echoes on the tip of my lips when you say my name
So many times, the uncertainty I felt, yet you pushed me on
Told me, time waits for no one, this is the time to make life my own song
Planning futures laying over your chest
Inhaling thoughts, the, petrified of the uncertainty trying to retain frightened breathes
The pillar of comforts for me ...
#courage
#inspirational
#determination #college
#determination #college
29 reads
4 Comments
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 11:08am
2nd Mar 2021 11:08am
Feelings lost
Feelings lost
Your hand runs across my face, I feel your tender touch, along my shoulders you're still there, is to wish for more to much
Because I know when you touch my chest, soon sensation will be gone, it left the very moment, my spinal chord went wrong
I can feel you kiss me, see the love and desire in your eyes, but no longer will I feel your hand running up my thigh
No more of your soft Velvet touch, no more simple hand resting on my knee, even though I can see your touch, that's all that's left for me
Broken from the chest...
Your hand runs across my face, I feel your tender touch, along my shoulders you're still there, is to wish for more to much
Because I know when you touch my chest, soon sensation will be gone, it left the very moment, my spinal chord went wrong
I can feel you kiss me, see the love and desire in your eyes, but no longer will I feel your hand running up my thigh
No more of your soft Velvet touch, no more simple hand resting on my knee, even though I can see your touch, that's all that's left for me
Broken from the chest...
#sadness
#FeelingLost
#emotional
26 reads
4 Comments
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