Best All About Me Poems
you don’t know what you’re doing to me
how i feel when you come near me
happens to me
you don’t know what happens to me
right next to me
when you're standing right next to me
take me
all of me
you on me
taste me
i'm always me
when your with me
your scent is me
your touch fills me
you live inside me
you are the best me
so please trust me
always be with me
i couldn't go back to the old me
i couldn't stand you not loving me!
Maurice Yvonne
11~28~2014
I believe in lots of things I can't see
My dreams are like a ship's consciousness
drowned in the ocean
I want to live for a reason
How I wish I could resign
from myself
How I wish now I was wrapped
on a bed neither to move my hands
nor my feet
I try to feel but I have no feelings
My soul is rich my spirit feels poor
I have a brain that feels unconscious
I got married but was never in love
I am alive yet I wish I was dead
I wanted to stay but I had to leave
I have tears but cannot weep
I've got memories
yet I crave to forget them
I feel a storm coming
without rain or thunder
People die but I cannot mourn
I am friendly but have no friends
I think I am intelligent but I feel numb
I thought I graduated
but threw away my diploma
I have a birthday with no wishes
I dream yet I forget them
I had a castle yet I feel I'm living in a hut
I have courage but I cannot face it
I am a body that looks like a skeleton
My heart beats but I cannot hear it
The sky is blue but I see gray
My voice
You dwell too much about the past
that taught you to be so cruel
I loved but nobody loved me
The flowers were blooming
but I saw them dead
I was a violin with broken strings
when I could not hold my anger
If I could only scream to listen to my echo
I rode a horse without a saddle
I was at the beach and I saw no ocean
I walked on the land but felt
only rocks
My feet were bleeding I cut them off
I wake up at dawn but I feel its dark
I rang the bell nobody opened
I was on the roof top and my soul fell down
I watched a beginning it felt like the end
Therese Bacha
14 November 2014.
Sneha
Contradictory, Dreamy, Lazy, Careless
Sibling of Nobody
Lover of Literature, and Living Beings
Who feels lives of tiny creatures,
Matters more than our tiny benefits
Who is in need of patience!
Who fears Demerits*
Who would like to see "Swachch Bharath" put to action.
Resident of India's Former Garden City - Bangalore -
The Literature Lover
"Swachch Bharath" is a campaign initiated by our current Prime Minister - Towards a Cleaner and Greener India.
* Demerits are Minus points given at our School.
It's all about Me
Whatever bad you think they say about you,
can't it be people are being misconstrued ?
Your friends stood by in every thin and blue,
believe me hurting they never intended to do.
Sensitivity and emotions in you are a peak high,
even without medication soon will tranquillise,
Having caring and extremely emotive attitude,
Why not think positive, don't ever seclude ?
Depression is only one's subjective feel,
One of the weak spokes of life's wheel,
Travel along and go round and round,
Giggling with cheerful colours and voices around.
Creative with wit you have a perfect paint,
Fascination and magic of your words will never faint,
Catie my true friend if you could trust me,
Believe in Him and see sorrows of past flee !
Written November 17th, 2014
For contest ' It's all about me' by Catie Lindsey
Awarded 1st place
It’s All About Me
Truer words were never spoken
When people say or do something bad to someone else….
Especially Catie!
They diminish themselves as human beings
Making Catie shine, through the mire, above the fray
Hard work and harder play, make us who we are
Our spark of humanity comes from that
Not from the gutter or mouths of others
Sweet Catie is on all our loving lists at Poetry Soup
She is our sister, that is no mystery
We share our minds and souls with her together
In this mortal battle we call life, we write against the tyranny
It is our pleasure to call Catie one of us
With thoughts of kindness, we share her feelings
Lift her through this darkness and pray that better weather comes
If Catie ever visits us, here at the Soup, we promise not to stick gum in her hair
We promise to play fair and only tease her on alternating funny Sundays, with loving care
Created on 11/09/14 for and in honor of Catie Lindsey It’s All About Me – Poetry Contest
I have chestnut brown beautiful long hair..................it is not true
The green eyes I inherited from my grandmother`s cat
Always happy and have a nice trilling laugh...............it is not true
I hate being cold and have dense nose...............true
Do not like rainy days....but love the sunshine............that is true
I do not use high-heeled shoes, but should probably used it because I`m only 1.62 tall
I sing so beautiful when I`m in the shower...........not true
Caring, want everything that is good for others...........it`s true
I love chocolate and sweet babies...........yes, there is at least true
Are the angeles on the earth.............true or not true
A red "little woman" car..........it`s my own
If I see a sad movie, or I read something sad.......I cry a little......true
Husband, daughter,son in law,grandchildren and a big dog......that is true
I am me and I do the best that I can......................true again
If something is not quite right then it`s probably.......not true
27.05.2012
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
- Thanks for my 3rd place in the contest, Regina :) -
Makayla
Caring, smart, loving, curious
Daughter of Vernon and Trudy
lover of shopping, animals, crossword puzzles
who feels happy at school, sad when animals die, and alive when out doors
who gives love, kindness, happiness
who fears doctors, needles, spiders
who would like to see the black sea, Hollywood, and India
who lives in Clear spring, Maryland
Tracy
I wonder if you really know,
It's all about me.
The way I walk, and the way I talk
It's all about me.
You have no idea of the things I've been through,
The life I've led
I've survived and
It's all about me.
The discovery of my recovery has left you shaken,
When you thought I would fail
To your surprise I prevailed
It's all about me.
And now look at the woman I've become,
Able to stand on my own two feet.
No more tears, no more pain
I go through the storm, not around it
Because it's all about me.
Head held high, back straight
Able to laugh, and be free
Alive to myself
It's all about me.
No longer settling for second best
Today lead, not follow
It's all about me.
And if you choose to enter my world
It's not that easy, today there are standards
So my brother as you can plainly see
Today my life is easy
Because today
It's all about me
Tanya
kind, curious, silly and shy
sister of two brothers, much older than I
loves music, dancing, nature and Labradors
who hopes optimisically, ponders reflectively and hordes sentimentality
who fears not being remembered, man's moral decay and this progressive disease
who would like to see all the wonders of the world, peace among nations and honesty in all human faces
resident of life's flowing waters
Harrington
© 9-27-2012
This poem will help you to learn about who I am,
Mostly about what's inside and that I'm not my biggest fan.
I am a deep person who thinks way too much,
But longs for love, respect and a soft touch.
I pretend to be hard because that what I would like to be,
But I'm very soft, get sad easily and wish I was more free.
I do things to make everyone happy and keep them pleased,
Putting aside my own feelings and my own needs.
I have not put myself first in such a long time,
Sometimes I feel as if that's unfair and a serious crime.
I wish I was different and stronger than I appear,
Because honestly when I begin to think, it makes me tear.
Maybe one day I'll have the strength to be strong and proud,,
Until that day, inside I'll be soft but outside pretend to be loud.
My only advice I can share with anyone who is like me,
Be yourself, not what others want because you'll never be free.
Debra Baviello
July 31, 2015
B is for Beautiful a word that describes my personality in a nutshell
Being Blessed with the Brains to Bestow kindness onto Basic individuals
U is for Underestimated which I normally am
Unable to Uncover what’s Under my Unknown Uniqueness
K is for Keys that I have to their hearts
Kindly Keeping Kings locked down in my Kingdom with my warm Kisses
O is for Obsessive, if its mine its mine
Occurring Obstacles that Obviously try to Obtain my Occupant will be evicted
L is for Love that I find hard to give
Lesson to Learn, Losers will Leave but it'll surely be their Loss
A is for Assets which I have plenty of
Applications are Acquired to Access my Awesome Attributes
That’s me... Bukola!
I'm cute , I'm funny ,
as sweet as a bunny ,
as pretty as pink ,
and I love my mummy .
Helpful and friendly ,
I am with everybody ,
delicate and sensitive ,
I'm mummy's little baby ...( I'm quiet grown up !)
Lovely brownish-black eyes ,
like a cloud of milk in coffee ,
in which the beauty of a good spirit lies ,
sweet and spicy as toffee ...
Black shiny hair ,
which I handle with care ,
red lips , irresistible eyes ,
in which the beauty of a good spirit lies.....
I love thunder storms and Mexican food
I love dogs and being in a good mood
I like learning new things
I used to wear my hair in bangs
It looked really crappy
But now my hair is really happy
I don’t play sports or go outside
Or else my allergies will go on the rise
I could lay in bed all day long
Listening to my favorite songs
I love musicals and cheesecake
I would go to see some but I’m a cheapskate
There’s to many people in this school
If it was just me that would be cool
I love pink glitter
And hate when people litter
I am really sick and totally rad
I I’m done with this poem and super glad
I have to admit I like walking in the cold rain.
Reading a book of love and vain.
watching movies of the insane.
I love teaching others about gods grace.
spending hours reading the bible at my own pace.
and sipping wine for the fine taste.
I love writing on beautiful pages.
it's something I've done for ages.
letting my finest work be posted instead of closed up like animals in cages.
I have to admit I'm scared to love.
but i look to god for answers above.
for he is the finest and greatist to love.
I have so many questions for those around me.
like how they seem so confident when they need to be.
or how they know what to say in sticky situations you see?
I just have to admit.
I can't stop trying or quit.
it's not in me to give up or just sit.
YOU KNOW ALL ABOUT ME
You know that I have named many a wind
after our dreams,
that I have named many a shadow
after our wishes,
that I have named many of our tears
after our memories.
Since you have left,
nameless winds come and go,
just like shadows and tears.
Everything is the same;
the same loneliness,
the same echo of nameless winds,
the same voyage of nameless shadows,
the same voyage of nameless tears.
The winds of a nameless world
are haunting my tears now
along the waves of a rough sea of memories.
Amidst such a terrible nameless world
I am waiting for your soft yearning voice,
so we can name
our winds, dreams and tears again.
In the shadow of burnt out candles,
everything is the same,
the same silence of the old walnut tree,
the same accusation of loneliness,
the same threat of wooden crosses,
everything is the same
apart from my old age.
Even though I grew old,
the hope inside me is getting younger,
that I shall se you again
in one of those golden mornings,
when the sun gildens all our winds,
all our dreams,
and all our tears.
You know all my winds by their names,
all my shadows,
all my tears.
You know all about me
and all inside me,
and this should be reason enough, my dear,
to see you again.
©Walter William Safar