Best Autobiography Poems

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...

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I am a Banyan tree,
More than hundred years old,
Near a beautiful lake I stand,
In the heart of Mother Nature.

During my life span I have seen,
Days both good and bad,
I have experienced the strong forces of nature,
Surviving them courageously.

I have grown tall and strong,
By drawing nutrients...

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Draped in blooming green,
Colored with a rosy beak,
Blessed with wings free as air,
With crazy dreams of naughty playfulness,
A carefree young parrot I am,
Taking refuge in prospering wilderness.
 
The forest is my abode,
Never failing to amaze me with its overflowing abundance,
Where rich tress grow in ample,
Gifted...

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Time line

all mine...

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Hello! We are a pair of eyes,
gifted to a human so nice.
To express our peaceful cries,
a poet, on our behalves, hereby tries.

Above the tongue which seldom lies,
below the brain which thinks wise,
with an oval shape and small size,
we see the guise and the disguise.

Our eyelids...

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I am a party animal, my heritage is mixed
quite content to lounge about when conditions remain fixed. 

Suppose that’s the nobility which Krypton must provide,
maintaining stiff upper lip when I’m all buzzed inside.

Then too, I’m mostly nitrogen, which is very stable, 
tamping volatility of oxygen:...

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A poet  is often bombarded by the meaning of words
He got to have a physical relationship with language
With the structural elements like couplets and stanzas
Using imagery, rhymes of myriad emotions to manage.

Language and structure with imagination and expression
In my veins like an unfertilized egg...

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A laughing wolf stares
at sheep that do not gather
they are dangerous....

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It was a bright sunny day, though mixed with scattered sprinkles of snow, 
The Lord had a special soul yet to be given a name this November morning and so…………..
Looking down upon his mother earth,
A young man named George and a young woman named Rose
A...

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A single drop of clarity.
Fear not truth’s asperity.
Following your intuition,
turn, behold, a new direction....

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Pet's Autobiography

I don't mean to be rude:
To adore gods is good,
To adore dogs is better-
So, let me off the fetter!


01st Sept' 2013...

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every day- wake up.
smoke before the thoughts of you wake up.
drink my coffee on the couch.
pour an extra cup for you.
end up drinking both- i am wired.
 
i have to stay so focused
on doing my own thing.
focus too hard and crumble.
 
i can still smell...

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'Autobiography' little
about me.
Whenever I recall my
infant years
Which I spent on
dumping
grounds
When daddy stabbed
mum's heart
-with an unhonored
divorce
In those sunny days
Before i began to 
cling
on adult's
wings
'I laughed then I 
cried'
Just to give the 
earth-
What it
demands
I tossed around with
my red pant
In a circular direction
Under the roof of 
the
frigthened
sun
There I...

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She
                                  scribbles on the sands
       ...

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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...

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