Autobiography Poems

Autobiography of John Sidney McCain III, Sometime Senator of Arizona

1. To Fly
My father was an admiral, and so
I joined the Navy. Back in fifty-eight
to be a pilot seemed the way to go:
ship-sailors were committed to a crate.
Scrub decks? Paint rusting gunwales? That’s a ‘no’.
The Skyhawk was my weapon (and my fate!)

2. Rubicon Crossing

Some nations follow rainbows, I am told:
we thought, in Vietnam, ‘search and

An Autobiography

I am a lone tree,
An ancient sentinel rooted deep
Whispering songs of the past on the breeze.
I am a stick of dynamite, a fuse burning low
An explosion of feelings, just waiting to blow.
I am a bearer of bad news,
Hive mind of demons.
Thought they would fade in the rearview, the demons 
But they still cling to me,

AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF AN INCENSE

Smoke, sweet scent ascends, 
Fragrance conquers ill.
Human heart, can it transform?

Who is Kathleen Hassall?

Kathleen is a kind person who strives to be kind to even those who are not kind to her.
She is a musician who loves music and makes it a large part of her life.
She likes to laugh and even laughs at herself when circumstances warrant.
She is a poet, who often handles life by writing about

Autobiography of a Starving Poet

Can we just get gw to write real poetry
    instead of all that over-politicized trash ...
 
  Well frankly, my friends, 'frilly poetry's' nearly starved me to death
    so, here's another piece of trash with my very last breath

Poetry As An Autobiography

Melting words together for twenty-three years
Poetry filled with joy and tears through the years
Twenty-six letters jump around and make things better
Poetry as an autobiography is the result

A story is told 
There is a need to be bold and 
Remain consistent in writing about life
Some poems will come across as heavy
But there is a need to

Aimlessness-08

In class five the studies was going on for local scholarship
After exam I was seized by love for a girl thru friendship
Second I was in prize but left me alone she went to Dhaka
In merit list I was always as usual in the institutional data
At the end I was continuing in that institute for studentship

Aimlessness-05

Cultivation of distressful life was starting in our family after the cyclone
No shelter we found except a crushed hamlet on far dale with full alone
On the next year we’re moved to hill tracts for probing of best living fate
Through a little job my father cared us with his loving effort to be settled
The year nineteen

Almost Autobiography of the Bread and Butter King

The Almost Autobiography of the Bread and Butter King
The bread and butter king was pompous and proud
He had no power, but he was insanely ugly and loud.
An actor wanted to play him on stage in a theater.
Ratio, a subject said, “He is as selfish as they come, a real anteater.”

He can play the piano and

The Autobiography of a Brook

You've visited me after a long time: Remember; once, I was brimming with might? Named babbling brook, revered as a singing deity, how blissful was my sight! Have reminiscences of your childhood, in my mellow abode."

"Might be pondering: why I look so barren, with no traces of aesthetic shine left?
Wailing! How the amenity of my

Our Autobiography

finding ourselves here
awareness self-aware
ensouling form feeble 
sensory touch external
our lower mind stirring
found ego urges rising
oft against conscience 
throttling our innocence 
reinforcing this torture
veiling love hues subtler 
until we became dead
going where desires led
in cyclic joy and sorrow
fearful of the morrow
anchored in narrowness 
living in stuporousness 

over time we did realise
that love never does size
playful non-judgmental

Busker's Autobiography

I wandered the Vale and Harvington,
A singin' me songs with passion,
Back then I liked to live frugally,
But me melodies were never on ration!

One evening whilst singing in Banbury,
The Police pulled up in their car,
Out stepped a tall copper 
I'm in trouble now proper!
But he wanted to play my guitar!

I wandered around the city streets
I roamed

Autobiography of a Nineties Celebrity

In the used bookstore I came across yet another autobiography of a celebrity I didn’t recognize
This particular one was written by a celebrity who was apparently big time
Twenty-five years ago

As I write this, I don’t recall the name of the author
But I don’t think I can forget his introductory remarks featured on the back cover
Where

Translation of Eric Mottram's Krim: Autobiography To September 1989- Iii By T Wignesan

Translation of Eric Mottram’s KRIM: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY TO SEPTEMBER 1989 - III by T. Wignesan

( This poem is from the collection, ESTUARIES: Poems 1989-91. Twickenham: Solaris, 1992, 62p. Pub. by Yasmin and Peterjon Skelt. Back cover photo by David McIntosh, “my sister’s son” - Eric makes this a point of emphasis in his own hand

Translation of Eric Mottram's Krim: Autobiography To September 1989- Ii By T Wignesan

Translation of Eric Mottram’s KRIM: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY TO SEPTEMBER 1989 - II by T. Wignesan

( This poem is from the collection, ESTUARIES: Poems 1989-91. Twickenham: Solaris, 1992, 62p. Pub. by Yasmin and Peterjon Skelt. Back cover photo by David McIntosh, “my sister’s son” - Eric makes this a point of emphasis in his own hand

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