Best Autobiographical Poems

AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL

My childhood spent without peers
alone and prey to my fears.

Nights spent face buried in my pillow
my emotions  like a weeping willow.

The school kid disliked and...

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"The Great Forgotten Language" 

In the forest
Love shows
the way
spreading seeds

strange creatures
come forth
into the clearing 
of a known self

some run away
spooked as if 
the bare reflection...

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Listening to your heartbeat
I lie with my head on your chest 
Voile curtains softly billowing in the breeze from the open window
Ecstasy still flowing through...

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Where are you now, my baby girl
You came into my life and changed my world
I had you in secret because no one could know
To whom...

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On the edge she sits, a frail nonentity;
neither bloom nor spirit, nor secure identity,
as forlorn and shy she trembles, a man
asks her to dance, she...

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My Gallery

In upper part of my body
A cognitive bell rings
From a dial-up connection
of live wires

The modem is working just
To repeatedly provide
the facsimile of
Barren and bald...

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My prison cell is loneliness.
My cries and murmurings confess
that bars invisible now press
and paralyze with heavy stress
and desolation. May God bless
those deeply mired in misery,
too...

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Everything had gone well and the night was still young,
she had made her intentions quite clear,
home alone we're not walking, the drink was now talking,
and...

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I’m about to tell what’s an important story,
Of a singer who is sadly now long gone,
Whose story needs some increased recognition,
He could p’raps be described...

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( Nb- I can assure the reader that this is in no way autobiographical- absolutely impossible)


Excuse me, madam, you're too fat
and Lady, you're too thin.
Your...

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Quietly filling
 deep cups of the red blossoms.
 The morning sunrise.

 The rock bowl is full.
 Filled by the rain for the birds
 and for...

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Why should I remain a family house
If I am dilapidated, shattered and tattered
In this summer of old age.

Why should I remain a family house
If the...

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I'm getting older, Father Time's my foe: 
I cannot trust a fart, and pee all night - 
have ceased to count how many times I...

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the skeleton that was me
i remember him well
sweating in the port-a-john 
wondering what went wrong

the skeleton that was me
i remember him well
walking the shaky leg...

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Unquotable quotes: The How of Democratic Kill – XXXIX, Part One

Born in 1868, Alexei Maximovich PESHKOV, better known as MAXIM GORKY and hailed as the...

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