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
19th Jun 2022 4:57am
19th Jun 2022 4:57am
Discoveries of exquisite torment
#identity
#BDSM
#confessional #SelfWorth
#confessional #SelfWorth
123 reads
40 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:30pm
Yesterday 8:30pm
I don't write poems (with Reading)
I don't write poetry ...
They spell Me,
They lead me to themselves,
They are my teachers ...
Obediently lying down under my mind,
They carry words from somewhere ...
And I take off like a bird every time,
not afraid to fall. ..
Listening to the azure silence,
I lose myself somewhere in it
And I find in myself
That heaven or hell which lay in my soul,
That gave itself to me
And gave those words -
They are like raindrops
From the heart falling on the leaf.,.
Drawing the world,
Love and hate, darkness and...
They spell Me,
They lead me to themselves,
They are my teachers ...
Obediently lying down under my mind,
They carry words from somewhere ...
And I take off like a bird every time,
not afraid to fall. ..
Listening to the azure silence,
I lose myself somewhere in it
And I find in myself
That heaven or hell which lay in my soul,
That gave itself to me
And gave those words -
They are like raindrops
From the heart falling on the leaf.,.
Drawing the world,
Love and hate, darkness and...
#WritingPoetry
#support
#admiration
#respect
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
98 reads
51 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
29th Jun 2022 7:38pm
29th Jun 2022 7:38pm
30 Years
Every once in a while I wake up in a panic
“I haven’t finished my English paper and it’s due today!”
“I didn’t tape my drumsticks and it’s competition day!”
Only to realize damn! it’s been three decades
From that small dread comes a sigh of relief
I’m forty-eight years old
With more and more aches in my bones
But also with some nostalgia
The time seems to have gone by so fast
I look at the old year-book and wonder
What happened him?
Or her?
Rest peace here
I wonder what transpired there
After graduation this...
“I haven’t finished my English paper and it’s due today!”
“I didn’t tape my drumsticks and it’s competition day!”
Only to realize damn! it’s been three decades
From that small dread comes a sigh of relief
I’m forty-eight years old
With more and more aches in my bones
But also with some nostalgia
The time seems to have gone by so fast
I look at the old year-book and wonder
What happened him?
Or her?
Rest peace here
I wonder what transpired there
After graduation this...
#friendship
#memories
#aging #nostalgia
#aging #nostalgia
38 reads
4 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
26th Jun 2022 4:37am
26th Jun 2022 4:37am
Happy Endings.
I would love to wax poetic
the moon and stars.
How beautiful life is~
shared with my one true love,
Prince Bullshit.
That’s not what happened
that’s not who I became.
I’m not soft and huggable.
Life taught me not to trust,
and I believed it with
ferocious willingness.
Far from being all in,
I’m completely out.
My purse contents:
credit card,
passport,
lipstick.
The color~
“Fuck You”.
the moon and stars.
How beautiful life is~
shared with my one true love,
Prince Bullshit.
That’s not what happened
that’s not who I became.
I’m not soft and huggable.
Life taught me not to trust,
and I believed it with
ferocious willingness.
Far from being all in,
I’m completely out.
My purse contents:
credit card,
passport,
lipstick.
The color~
“Fuck You”.
#sadness
#relationships
113 reads
28 Comments
S-m-sawyer
Poem Published
27th Jun 2022 6:42pm
27th Jun 2022 6:42pm
Poetry power
When I tell my friends I write poetry,
They take the piss,
they don't understand the passion., misconceptions that's its all rainbows and flowers,
not realising the dedication,
that I put in the hours.
Driven by an emotional roller coaster,
Trying to navigate through feelings.
It is like the blinkers are on and they're blind to the inspiration that consumes us all around
Profound ,hearing the words in my head without a sound.
Ink bound thoughts from things I notice like never before,
enlightened vision,
clarity sparked intuition ...
They take the piss,
they don't understand the passion., misconceptions that's its all rainbows and flowers,
not realising the dedication,
that I put in the hours.
Driven by an emotional roller coaster,
Trying to navigate through feelings.
It is like the blinkers are on and they're blind to the inspiration that consumes us all around
Profound ,hearing the words in my head without a sound.
Ink bound thoughts from things I notice like never before,
enlightened vision,
clarity sparked intuition ...
#rhyming
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness #epic
#StreamOfConsciousness #epic
66 reads
16 Comments
Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
Today 1:45pm
Today 1:45pm
Things I’ve Injured This Year
punched my signature
into 6mm plate-steel
broke my right hand in three places
shattered the knuckle
needs surgery
told to have 6 weeks off
walked back into work
6 hours later
swelling won’t go down
my pain doesn’t matter
never has
tore the facia in my left heel
partially off the bone ...
into 6mm plate-steel
broke my right hand in three places
shattered the knuckle
needs surgery
told to have 6 weeks off
walked back into work
6 hours later
swelling won’t go down
my pain doesn’t matter
never has
tore the facia in my left heel
partially off the bone ...
#hurt
38 reads
0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
29th Jun 2022 4:18pm
29th Jun 2022 4:18pm
Catacombs and Black Tea
Always amazed by the sounds of sex
The guttural sound when I ejaculate thinking of you
Then it's back to the catacombs to drink black tea
Scribing my verse
Drawing landscapes for the depraved
The guttural sound when I ejaculate thinking of you
Then it's back to the catacombs to drink black tea
Scribing my verse
Drawing landscapes for the depraved
#sex
#porn
#FreeVerse
#LifeAsAWriter
#tea
78 reads
16 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
26th Oct 2021 10:19pm
26th Oct 2021 10:19pm
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
197 reads
8 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2022 2:36am
3rd Mar 2022 2:36am
Loving Me One Day At A Time
A reflection of the soul cannot repair broken dreams
My orb of compassion gives me my soaring wings
Does anyone tribulations tell of their trials, their stories of old
Entwined destiny and fate of yesterday not foretold
In the splendor of now must heads in doubt, uncertainties hang low
Vanity is beauty’s twin self-worth, its magistrate on how the heart will compose
The battle must and it has to be won
Giving praise for hushed voices who sink in salvation as days furlongs
Allowing meek testimonies to give comfort to blind...
My orb of compassion gives me my soaring wings
Does anyone tribulations tell of their trials, their stories of old
Entwined destiny and fate of yesterday not foretold
In the splendor of now must heads in doubt, uncertainties hang low
Vanity is beauty’s twin self-worth, its magistrate on how the heart will compose
The battle must and it has to be won
Giving praise for hushed voices who sink in salvation as days furlongs
Allowing meek testimonies to give comfort to blind...
#strength
#courage
#SelfReflection #determination
#SelfReflection #determination
223 reads
13 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
14th Sep 2021 3:50pm
14th Sep 2021 3:50pm
Slipstream
Weathered breeze
Across the surface
Of the night -
In star like
Distances,
Dark recesses
&
Absences -
Voided star light
&
Nullified moon light,
Tonight:
Footprints in the sand -
Womb of madness,
Antipodes of the land,
Solemn silence,
A vow of sadness -
Speaking circuitous,
Holes in the sky,
Deepened darkness,
Everything is a lie -
Roaming the outer edges
Beckoning discovery,
Slipped crypt of sages,...
Across the surface
Of the night -
In star like
Distances,
Dark recesses
&
Absences -
Voided star light
&
Nullified moon light,
Tonight:
Footprints in the sand -
Womb of madness,
Antipodes of the land,
Solemn silence,
A vow of sadness -
Speaking circuitous,
Holes in the sky,
Deepened darkness,
Everything is a lie -
Roaming the outer edges
Beckoning discovery,
Slipped crypt of sages,...
#dark
#shadows
#FeelingLost
149 reads
6 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
Today 2:36pm
Today 2:36pm
I passed on dessert
I can see
something
that empties
my diaphragm
and not order
from the
menu.
Just because
I want it
in me
doesn’t mean
I want to deal
with the
consequences.
something
that empties
my diaphragm
and not order
from the
menu.
Just because
I want it
in me
doesn’t mean
I want to deal
with the
consequences.
#lust
42 reads
2 Comments
Adelphina
Poem Published
29th Jan 2022 2:59am
29th Jan 2022 2:59am
Ashes to Stone
Battle of an argument
trying to survive
raging fire in his eyes
burned me down
on his way out
slammed our revolving door
left my burnt ashes
on the livingroom floor
background playing our
vintage cassettes
time to cool off smoking
Marlboro cigarettes
outside checking his watch
Finally returning
brass door knob
slowly turning
he kneels down on
apologetic knees
scoops up my ashes
mixes with concrete
uses the tears
of my ashes
they still cry
rehydrate...
trying to survive
raging fire in his eyes
burned me down
on his way out
slammed our revolving door
left my burnt ashes
on the livingroom floor
background playing our
vintage cassettes
time to cool off smoking
Marlboro cigarettes
outside checking his watch
Finally returning
brass door knob
slowly turning
he kneels down on
apologetic knees
scoops up my ashes
mixes with concrete
uses the tears
of my ashes
they still cry
rehydrate...
#relationships
#conflict
286 reads
16 Comments
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