Best Self Pity Poems
Looking through my tainted window of gloom
grey skies, rain falling, feeling sorrow
impatiently wanting life to resume,
will things change, get better tomorrow,
sure that grass was greener the other side,
not walking a mile in your well trod shoes
now ashamed looking for somewhere to hide
didn't realise how easily I would bruise,
underestimate this feeling of loss
an unidentifiable man anymore
floundering like a wounded albatross,
indecent intentions, now I deplore
apologises are unheard, your not here
didn't know how so much I loved you dear.
I just realized here I am looking down on myself. Literally living off my own self-pity.
Drowning myself with my memories of all the people who have hurt me .I was literally
sitting in a pool of my own self-pity. Me that’s all I seem to think about. I spent so much
time just thinking of things to drown myself with and reasons why the hole world should fell
sorry for me. I realize I seem to have forgotten why people wonted to hurt me. It was
because all my life I took on a role of protecting people. The very people who later turned
there backs on me. Everything I went though was for a good cause. I was standing up for
people who had long lost there own voices. I protected them and I built them up. I stood with
them and sometimes when it got hard I carried them though it. Now that I remember I can
hold my head up high and live my life with now knowing that if I could go back in time I
would change nothing.
In tears that feign to be a slave with deeds
That mourn my life and ousts the face of peace
These sad bells ring with cries for now I grieve
And bow my head because I cannot cease
I choose the weight of ton and gloom of ache
To lay in watch to mark the clock rush slow
The pang of rail, the strike of steel to take
With one foot in the pit of grave songs woe
The sun has but to trade the dark to light
But lost and fixed its loft clings far too high
As cold and cloud have barred such smiles from sight
To breach this heart so meek with sad lost cries
Bound and caged it has penned my last good bye
To spare this heart in dread to spurn or die
December 28, 2020
Addiction Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Rob Levasseur
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Oh this self pity
Destroyer in the deep realm
Dark within my soul
If you know how to die you know how to live.
Listen to Bryant
In the basement by the light bulb.
Live and Let Die
Let Me Die First.
(Release some air for the breathless)
Die with a whole heart, unbroken, unfixed
Die without orgasms
Die at 47--Depression
Die at ten and seven--Fell off the earth
Listen to O'Neill
I know this guy, I know his circles
I've inherited his gift/curse of
Seeing the insides of people through their pupils
Blue, Hazel, Brown, Black, they're all the same
They hate their lives but they don't show it
They sob sitting on the cold steel toilet
No periods, no commas, to hell with punctuation
There's no poetry, no fiction, no prose
Stop writing
Stop drinking your coffee and
Typing on your laptops
Stop your romanticizing
Nobody cares
The best have already been
You're only copycats and imitators and posers
Amateurs
The great ones dig deeper in the ground
Away from you
Read and don't write
Or
Do some math problems
"Everybody needs math nowadays"
Become a
Doctor or a
Stock broker
Or
Go turn to dust at your cubicle
Do some slothful American job
Communication Nation
Industrialization
Mechanization
Machines run the nation
People watch the machines
And wet themselves
And soil themselves
And ejaculate
Listen to Bob Dylan
Was this good enough for you
Poetry Soup, poetry.com, winningwriters.com?
Did it make the minimum amount of sense?
Was it modern enough for you?
You're just like the rest of the jungle
"Phonies"
"Conformists"
Praise be to Jean Marie Marchese,
And Tony Bush, and Deborah
Simpson and...Gods of the poetic universe
If only I were a Premier Member
Why hold dreams that will not come true?
Why have eyes of hate,
Of envy, and jealousy too?
Please, try to abate
your hatred for fate.
Why want this man's skills or fashion?
Don't you have your own
special traits, features, and passions?
Why pity and moan?
Start seeking and roam.
Roam to find reason to live life.
Light comes after dark.
Leave your self made anger and strife,
hear the songs of larks.
Leave life with a mark.
In every country and city
There are those who dwell in self-pity,
Wailing and moaning, railing and groaning,
And hoping that someone sees
Their senseless miseries.
I tell them,
Step off from the sad and the bad,
Step back from the sunken gloom;
Let nothing defeat your dream,
You're better than you seem.
Give Joy a chance to dance,
Give Love a new romance,
But mostly give to you
The strength to see things through.
Don't depend on another,
Be your own great big brother;
Stand up, stand unafraid,
And you will make the grade.
For when self-pity dies
Self-enjoyment flies.
Blue deep
Water; drifting through
The light, and out of nowhere
Was a blue boat with yellow sails
Perusing the sand, I saw a man
Walking towards the waves of destination
He called out to deaf ears, and numbness
And the blue boat drifted on
Clouds of grey speckled the main distance
Of real and beyond
Holding out hands, others called
But the boat drifted
Drifted on.....
Occasionally I have to catch myself
From falling in the trap of self-pity
Wandering in this city -
This ain’t no joke I’m here.
Been so long can’t remember
Arriving that lonely long ago November
Or was it December of ninety-five?
Wish I could fly. Every time I try
Boarding that jet airplane
Life in this God forsaken
Paradise gets more insane.
And just who the hell’s to blame?
(Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who’s that looking past it all)? Time
To go now,
Time to run
Past my shadow before I’m done.
Guess I’ll read more Robert Frost
And pray that airplane don’t get lost.
Alive this night, I try to be
While candle flickers on display
The room, prison, my lock, no key
My bed, my life, in disarray
My thoughts, unsure, they hold no weight
The phone, its ring, no tone, no sound
My family, gone, they left with hate
So left, in tears, to one day drown
But yet, die not, I am still here
Thinking, long and hard, still no clue
Can’t bring them back, the ones held dear
So this, my life, I’m left to rue
What is this man supposed to do?
My life, is death, this much is true
Everyday, something goes wrong
In everyway, the days too long
We wish and hope it all to end
Each day we feel like we pretend
We wallow in self-pity and shame
Each and all of us do it the same
We feel that our day's been the worst
That all our life we have been cursed
We crave for help but when it's here
We push it away and hurt those dear
Help yourself or the feeling will stay
You'll continue to wallow in it everyday
Silence can sometimes say more than words.
Like a voice crying out saying "that's for the birds".
In one glimpse of haughty reveals action turned verb.
Without out even squeeking you unveil; could be worse?
Could be lashing and slashing ripped apart with both hands.
Leaving bodies like mountains seething piles of flesh.
And though you thought it not raught it left me bundled in shame.
I know it was candor fessing up to your game.
No excuse for the sadness that was left in your wake.
A timely disaster open hearts, bleeding hate.
Not a feeling I'm fond of not even one bit.
Like rolling rock rivers, canyons erode dissapate.
I became something new something truly regressed.
It's all of your fault caught by surprise must confess.
Makes me sick to my stomach knowing you only lied.
Bringing shame to my standing the proverbial line.
It's sad though you had nothing and I had only to give.
Though my heart sustained damage I somnambulantly live.
Scarred for life by this treachery even talk of a kid.
It all seems so stupid now thinking you were the best.
But now I have nothing I'll leave you to the rest.
I’ve dug this hole too deep,
Laying here, and all I can do is weep.
Soothing sympathy is a rare thing for me
As I cry tears of sorrow and empathy.
When your fragile mind from your drink deceives
You barricade your thoughts with angered sound
With tongue of venom, your dulled mind perceives
And find harsh words you chose go round and round
This silent empty cauldron of desire
Satisfies when your glass is filled to brim
Finds a thirsty throat to now conspire
And turn to stone a lovely Seraphim
Who sits alone in realms of dark and cold
With the saddest loneliness defiant
And remembers passing themes that are old
To search each shadowed pain lost and quiet
You relive moments spent and drink to more
With glasses empty on Dawn's fading floor
7/24/17
Iam moved by the words you say
lam grived by the words you utter
You are a vine that has been cut off and left without water
Happiness takes over your heart when everyone is around
In such a way you feel bound
Loneliness takes over you when you are on your own
You feel like a nobody
To you self pity is a river and you drown yourself in it
You are a victim and everyone is out there to get you
ln your heart you say "no one has seen the trouble l have seen"
In your mind you say "Failure was meant for me"
You have forgotten to hold on to your self worth
That man in you fears rejection and so rejects first
You wish you have success other people have
What you do not know is they have their own shares of problems too
You spend your days in mourning
And your head is covered in ashes
The sun shines on everyone but you
Listen man of self pity it is time you opened your eyes
to the little blessings you have
Get up and face life with its challenges
Its time you open your eyes to the little blessings you have
Some people will give anything to have what you have