Best Deprecation Poems
Why is it so easy for me
to see the ''good'' in everyone else
ANYONE else.......
but me?
It was brought to my attention
that I quite frequently
self deprecate.
My first response to this was
''Oh my gosh! I am so...stupid! ''
But, then I thought
about my kids.
What am I teaching them
when I put myself down
as I so often do?
Why can't I just accept a compliment?
Instead of saying ''Thank you''
I always try to convince the person
why they should reconsider.
I hear myself.
I tell myself to ''Just shut up! ''
But, I still manage to sound like a fool
listing my many flaws
(just in case they hadn't noticed them) .
I have to stop this.
I need to find a way
to accept praise
and love myself.
Your name is Dawn.
I know you hate my nose!
And I have mother-of-pearl
Snaps
On my clothes,
But truth is,
Seven months I have been waiting,
To ask you out!
(Don’t know for sure ‘f your folks
Will welcome dating)
BUT
I haven’t got a Chance
Of forgetting you,
So, if you think, ‘no’,
Just… before you do,
Remember,
I am not all that I seem.
I think of you,
And float into a dream
I see your eyes, as green
As unripe, exotic wood,
And wonder whether you feel seen,
Feel understood
I look at you,
And Have to catch my breath!
I admit, I have hope fluttering in my heart!
You smiled at me,
My heart wrenched right
(And that’s no shibboleth)
Okay, I hope that helps… that you have heard,
And will respond by saying ‘yes’!
Heartfully Signed,
And hoping to be undeferred
Andy
The wind blasts from the sea, a paper cup falls down
I’m gazing at the sand beneath my feet
Why should I listen to these noises on the background
Is there another small cafe around to sit
Time heals but it remains unclear what
The pain subsides, then it evolves into the new
And that new pain is just exactly like the old
Time’s not a goodwill paramedic in my view
Self-deprecation is a healer free of charge
A tunnel vision tunes the optics of the heart
Troubles diminish, and small pleasures look enlarged
The view clears up and there we are, never apart
Sometimes I’m able to perceive the memories
As if I’m living backwards, sit and wait
Just yesterday, I smelled your roses in the breeze
You said you’d called me, but I called you back too late.
I’m sorry
I know that it’s a little dark
And my words are too sharp
I’m sorry
I know that you’re averse
I know that you’re averse
I’m sorry
I don’t mean to distress
Or get you thinking less
Of me
I just suppose I guess
I’m really not the best
With words
I’m sorry oh it hurts
I’m really just the worst
I know that it’s too much
I’m a little out of touch
Aren’t I
Who am I
Don’t want to make you cry
Don’t want to make you cry
I’m sorry
I’m really such a jerk
Such an idiotic jerk
I’m the worst
Hurting you all yet again
And making you all bend
And making you all bend
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I’m bending out my back
I’m running out of my mind
I’m sorry
Got some nails and screws all loose
And yet I’m tied up like a noose
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
Don’t be mad
I never want
I never want to make you sad
I’m not doing what I can
Or acting like a man
I’m sorry
But I’ve got some nasty thoughts
And I’m not feeling so hot oh no I’m not
I don’t know when I died
But I don’t think that I’m alive
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I’m messed up and disturbed, far past the point of going back
My body bends and twists, and oh I think it’s showing cracks
I’m twisting out my bones
They start to creak and groan
Oh god
I’m bending out my back
Panic heart attack
Pull my limbs out on a rack
And throw my body on the stack
Because I’m all bent out of shape
And it’s not something to escape
I’m all bent out
I’m all bent out
I’m an ugly child
I’m a nasty little freak
With a dirty mind
A mouth too wide
And crooked eyes and teeth
I’m not enough like others
And I’m too much like myself
I’ve got too many problems
And I don’t like getting help
I’m such a bad person
Sorry
There’s nobody that’s worse than
Me
Sorry
I don’t really mean it
I don’t really mean it
Maybe I’m just dramatic
Sometimes I wonder if eventually the rot leaves way for love,
if the thick layer of hope on my lips is enough to get myself out of the trenches,
I wonder if I’m held captive to my past because my past is just a reason to hate,
Am I in fact hateful?
do I hate the fact that it feels as though my past has deteriorated any thought of being loved future?
sometimes I just want to crawl out of my skin and soak it in bleach,
Allow every last sin to burn away at the chemicals on my skin
am I dirty forever?
is it really purity culture or just a lack of self esteem
I love myself repeatedly but it never seems to stick in the moments that truly decipher one’s loyalty to themselves
Conflict-ion of loyalty, love, and desperation.
- V.B