Best Self Possessed Poems
Yesterday,
when conscious slept,
anger was my shield,
fear my faithful sword.
When hatred contaminated my heart,
tears ached for tranquillity,
polluted in guilt from selfish greed.
Life can be a disaster waiting to occur,
leaving you in despair gasping for air,
suffocating your sighs with crippling changes,
due to disorientation in imagining reality.
I've always been in an internal war,
fighting the two voices in my head.
You can't kill someone who died before birth,
so not every battle is worth fighting for,
yet I was always in envy of peace.
I want to disappear sometimes,
bid a secret farewell to the shadows that pursue,
but I'm afraid of diving into the unknown.
Maybe I'm an imposter,
maybe I'm just a Gemini
everyday, I am different,
a multitude of personalities,
a creative charming chameleon.
In times of fragility and frustration,
I wish I was a secret to society,
but I don't want to be alone tonight,
so I'm soul searching for a love unspoken,
not cursed with deafening screams.
In solitude, overthinking is a poison,
so I turn to unfulfilled prophecies -
to bring me back to life.
I've always had an aversion for perversion,
become a nemesis to prejudice.
Spirits taught me to 'be my own universe.'
to fly to the sky, wave ego goodbye,
so my flaws make me shine more.
There is no shame in vulnerability.
No embarrassment in slaying pride.
In the angst of anxiety,
paralyzed by self-possessed sadness,
I set out finding sincerity,
my coincidental half -
but you have always been inside me.
When I finally opened my eyes,
I felt alive.
Lust is a mute assassin,
a terminal sickness.
Love is like a fever,
it leaves you speechless.
I used to idolise silence,
but now I'm a slave to consciousness.
Oh my sentient soul,
we are unrhymed verses,
our lives a living rough draft.
Decorate me with your ink,
complete me with your conclusion,
as you are the music playing on loop.
Let them say we are mad as we dance,
lost in lyrics only we can hear.
Categories:
self possessed, emotions, life, peace, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
...inspired by 'A Soldier of the Great War'
by Mark Helprin
The old man stumbles, the young man
swaggers with assurance.
Stars of grace and suns of perfect
promise point to journeys yet uncharted
on their pathways to fulfillment.
The old man dreams of childhood,
cherished memories and golden opportunities.
The young man yearns for sexual expression.
Companions, self-possessed, growing
in respect for their astonishments and fears.
The old man a philosopher,
a master of life's unpredictabilities;
the young man just a neophyte,
the world at his behest.
Together, yet alone, storied travelers
with different versions of the universe.
Categories:
self possessed, philosophyold, old, universe,
Form:
Verse
To truly love myself- this I resolve
To guard with zeal my tenderness of heart
Of every sin and doubt myself absolve
And fortify and strengthen every part
To cherish and accept the inner me
To know and relish every single dream
The woman that I am, to set her free
To put aside each hindrance to love’s theme
I do resolve to be my dearest friend
To celebrate the wonders that I own
To spend time in my world and not pretend
To shine around the goodness I’ve been shown
A short time have I left to truly shine
And thus I vow to make my living fine
Entered For Regina's New Year's Resolutions Contest
On December 16, 2014
Learning to love myself has not been an easy task for me. Oh, it was easy when I was younger....perhaps I was overconfident then. Now, I have my good days and my bad days...days when self-loathing sets in and I find it hard to want to go on. I have learned...the hard way, that if you don't care for and cherish yourself, if you don't guard your dreams, if you don't look out for yourself, then no one will. It's a fact of life. You need to be confident and secure in who you are and what you have to offer. No matter how many times people tell you you are beautiful, no matter how often people tell you you are talented, no matter how many words are written in your praise, if you do not love yourself, you are unable to accept and believe and hope in the reality of these words. I'm not there yet, but I don't have much time to put this love into action. A healthy love of self is necessary. Christ said, "Love your neighbor...AS YOURSELF: (as you love yourself). I wish I had learned this sooner. I try to instill it in my daughter....this belief in oneself. I'm so glad that she is a confident, beautiful, and self-possessed woman. I can live on through her. Thank you all for your kindness to me. Thank you for loving me, when I've been difficult to love. May God bless you one and all. HUGS
Categories:
self possessed, love, new year, self,
Form:
Sonnet
Self control, God knows, is difficult at best…
Especially when rebellious is the
self possessed.
I've put myself in corners,
I'll be grounded till pigs have wings
I can't even tell myself what to do, it seems.
Categories:
self possessed, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Once upon a time there never was an Ego
For it was alive by the breath of wishes of those who were suffocating from it
I carried the cross for being egoist
Had my hands nailed, had myself hailed
Confident rain was self-absorbed
Self-esteem felt the pain
Self-assertive had risen and reign
To conquer and succeed I was self-assured
That I too was not self-conscious
I never was an empty vessel 'cause I was self-contained
I couldn't handle to be self-effacing
Greatness was self-evident
People stand with me for being self-opinionated
For they cannot fall for self-pity
In the frame of success I see a self-portrait
Less of the devil for I was self-possessed
I had plans to be wealthy but not selfish
For my soul is sold to me
Once upon a time there never was an Ego
For it was alive by the breath of wishes of those who were suffocating from it
Created by mental act, a big head bloated by self-inflicted praise and external compliments
It is evident that its been hated that I've been Ahead (a head)
Its better if people held their breaths and never deliver compliments
Reduce the explosion of me being big headed
Or leave me alone with my good looks & big nose
And I remain breath taking
Taking away opinions and displaying facts
Handsome, good looking has never been the question
To answer attraction with confidence
As I walk confidently around big names, as big headed
As they speak unmoving words with no flames
My big name, amongst lame names,
I lament to their ineptitude
I have suffered the loudest noises of being tagged as arrogant
I now continue to walk boldly &
tramp on fingers of those who have cut their hands short not to applaud me
But what I say is Label me arrogant
Certify and stamp me as arrogant
Race for first place to call me too confident
And your opinion comes in at last place
At the finish line, my gold medal, my golden thoughts
My presence is victorious,
Make me a subject to you predicates
As a premier of self-acceptance
A victim & short-faller of your acceptance
A preface to ego
There never was Once upon on a time
But there was confidence, it always had its Ego
Crucify me for juggling your critics
Once upon an ego
Once upon a Me
Cos it was,has, and will always be about me and my Ego
Categories:
self possessed, character, encouraging, growth, how
Form:
Epic
TODAY’S WOMAN
A column can scaffold a back that is enervated.
We as women will burden ourselves with hate.
That is we will take on another’s disintegration.
All in that business is a mess.
It becomes our plight to fix.
We sing our songs while we take on the world.
We continue to overwhelm ourselves.
When we know anything, we have achieved success.
This is a formidable woman’s road map.
The lines she follows gets her there.
Intense in thought and with mind involved she forms the stratagem.
Her purpose is to inform the world.
Her future is, therefore, passed on to next baby girl.
Imminence is still yet to come.
Unless the world is in a formation discovery, we are backward spiraling.
The diffident disguises our lack of unity.
How obtrusive we are.
A conspiracy is inferred.
Reticent is unreserved.
We are a political powerhouse that must be robust.
We as women are the conditions of our home front.
We must disallow polluted waters from the wounds that bleed.
We must not be garrulous in our activism.
Cagey old women we will become.
When there is a reason, we must step-to-the-cause,
Insofar as our souls and spirit are intertwined,
As we segment, we can inspire all women to intermingle for support of universal health where women help each other to move forward.
For those aforementioned, our draft has been self-possessed.
We are women of potential acclimatization to invigorate, innovate, and to inform.
We are tomorrow and the future forthcoming.
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Penned June 07, 2015!
Categories:
self possessed, gender, inspiration, moving on,
Form:
Free verse
In the rain I stand
pressed against your window glass,
warm and cold the liquid runs
where my tears mingle.
Do you see me here
longing for the warmth,
the embers stirred to flame
lighting the room
where she sits beside you,
appearing self possessed and free,
a fake-smiling mannequin of me?
Why can't I turn away,
walk out of this self barred prison
into another, happier landscape?
Weeping wallflower, trembling, naked soul . . .
the jagged flashes push me closer,
bright hot lightening bolts of fear
flattening me against your wall.
Copyright, September 9, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
self possessed, betrayal, longing, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
Dark glowing eyes, a hazel bun, well tucked
and neat. Lips curve like shells in porcelain,
Awaiting to express, her brave conduct
That I could sense audacity, back when
Ladies bowed to men, such common duty.
Yet she possessed an ardent fire, heated
by graphic flair; sultrily chaste to be
among lords of glory. Oh, brushes red
Spill on fabric; If I could but explore
Her sprezzatura dripping lush oil, while
I breathe her strokes. My heart needs not of more
from galleries that hide a face beguiled.
My own dark eyes will memorize her hands,
Sprayed by palettes of brilliant renaissance.
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*sprezzatura—an intricate display of elegance
and wit—with a bold flourish.
*~ Though all of Anguissola’s self-portraits reflect
her dignified essence, her work, "Sophonisba Angusola
virgo seipsam fecit 1554", mirrors her deep desire to blaze
a new trail in the world of arts and new feminism.
I looked into her eyes and they spoke
of some smouldering need to fulfil her destiny
as a self-possessed, creative woman way ahead of her time
when male artists ruled during the Renaissance.
~ Sofonisba Anguisolla: A Contemporary Sonnet
For A Renaissance Woman... Contest
~Sponsor: Cyndi Mac Millan
~Poet: nette onclaud
Categories:
self possessed, art, inspirational,
Form:
Sonnet
According to Dr. Twelfth
Cosmetics impact health
Subvert true love by stealth
And squander limited wealth.
At the end of the day
Beauty rinses away
And the face on display
Appears withered and gray
All that money and pain
Is flushed down the drain
So its hard to explain
Why they do it again
When it comes to a test
The face men love best
Is not self-possessed
But quite manifest
In Ye Olde Gene Pool race
Neither beauty nor grace
Could begin to replace
A familiar face!
Categories:
self possessed, beauty, culture, perspective, teenage,
Form:
Verse
To merge my art with lonely drops of rain,
And enslave thunder rolling from my breast.
Where storms are formed by a lover's pain,
And each breath heaves deeply, self-possessed
To render her face drawn within the storm,
As its shades are etched by loneliness.
Where darkness covers, the welling tides form,
They bring rain to dark places that confess.
Alone in my drawing, without a sun.
Drowning by storms dark, my head now creates.
Tethered to my sadness, I cannot run.
I crumble and fall by my own dictates.
This ghost of her face I've drawn, now tore,
Haunts me as I draw it, forevermore.
contest Rain and Dark Isolate Places
8/24/15
Categories:
self possessed, lost love,
Form:
Sonnet
When the tick at last loud enough that my clock did knock
I got a dog
I saved and I readied and I searched with my gut
And I found you
You most spectacular mutt
You taught me
You changed me
In a way brought me up
Such a challenging intelligent self possessed pup
I was in awe
Adored you so daily
Absorbing each moment of every walk
How you glowed in the moonlight of our late at night jaunts
And sat with me watching what was there to watch
You were there with me when my life fell apart
I thought too often about you
About me
Without you
That too soon inevitable death do we part
Spent too much time worried about a pain in my heart
When the time came
You were noble
I was by your side
Adopting my next dog
Three days after you died
17.03.09
Composed for Someone or Something Replaceable contest
Categories:
self possessed, appreciation, dog, growth,
Form:
Free verse
WAS IT WHAT IT WAS?
It was a time of temperance for a temper tamed
It was a time when, on beauty, was mournfulness and belligerence blamed
It was a time when a recently birthed masterpiece was smudged
It was a time for a liar to finally be judged
While a man jousted with a beast who would not be budged
A deity who held power in her hand with which that self-same deity gave the man a nudge
That nudge was to advise the man of meekness not to hold even the grain of a grudge
It was a time when torment meant meaningless embraces and unkind kisses
It was a time someone with more insight than I intentionally misses
As God and Satan are both taking pisses
While the Pope put the pious in a confessional booth bastardized by all the sacrilegiously self-possessed
Sinners all and all sinners self-confessed
As I was sent by Satan his most sordid and grievous guest
A woman who suckled at the breast of duplicity
A lady lacking a scintilla of pity
It was a time when that woman drained me of blood drop by dreary drop
It was a time when I wished time would stop
© 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE…~free cee!~
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Categories:
self possessed, angst, woman, time, time,
Form:
Monorhyme
You must not bend nor break any rules
Not even a hint of biting them!
Else, you'll likely feed the trolls
You must not bend nor break any rules
Else, you'll likely drag over the coals
By the self-possessed medium
You must not bend nor break any rules
Not even a hint of biting them!
10.14.16
A light "Warning"
poetry contest
by ViV Wigley
Categories:
self possessed, october, words,
Form:
Triolet
A child is simply uncomplicated
neither inhibited, nor reflective, free.
Unencumbered by the past
not held-back by what lies ahead,
beyond care for contemplation.
Children -
jump in puddles, splash in the bath
create spontaneously
lose themselves in endless play
sing and laugh whenever they want
love old people dearly
have limitless imagination and curiosity
chortle and sing when playing together
eat stuff from the jar
are creative with their messiness
appreciate the tiniest things that matter
care not for caution nor hesitation
are fearless of consequences
are self-centred
are self-possessed
rightfully just so.
a gift for us
to share their joy of life,
and their boundless
enthusiasm for fun.
Let the children play -
they have so much to teach us.
Categories:
self possessed, child, childhood, children, fun,
Form:
Free verse
the heart a quickening on the rise
exhilarated at the ascension
my senses heightened by the exquisite
celestial journey
unfettered and with absolute freedom
elated by the emancipation and release
of all senses, serenely self-possessed
confident odyssey
soaring above and beyond the rest
without limitation of man
defying those who would deny me
unparalleled peaceful passage
Categories:
self possessed, bird, emotions, environment, flying,
Form:
Free verse