Herself Poems - Poems about Herself

she has a rainbow disposition personality of a confident woman her ideas are eclectic and electric she likes herself now alone but not lonely reflecting and reflective brilliant mind, sharp theories she likes herself now she needs no one’s approval standing on her convictions developing her self-fulfilling intensity she likes herself now silence is her friend she leans into it, gleaning spiritual favor her guides are proud of her she...

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the person she was at eight a.m. did not recognize her three p.m. self She had thrown away two or three “I will never's" that day transmogrifying herself into a willing flexible chameleon no one else noticed, which amused her slightly but lightly Part of herself wanted to scream her new truth, but she was shy Her muse took the...

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Selfishness looked out for herself She was thrilled to do what she wanted When she wanted In the way she wanted Without censorship, suggestions or having to please anyone else Selfishness did not buy into funerals, graduations or weddings She spent no time with her family. She did not care to make a friend. She never felt lonely or sad. She loved her alone...

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Sometime before I was not mature enough to notice, she began to dissolve. Husband dead, son revolving around one woman after another, moving away from her fading presence. Aware only of the ebb, and flow of her care or interest, Distance surfacing in her eyes. How her housecoat insulated her from what she once loved. When she looked at me it was through a tunnel she...

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MY VIETNAM VETERAN HUSBAND AND I RETURNED HOME TO A HORROR INTRUDERS PICKING OUR LOCKS RIPPING PAGES AGAIN AN ONGOING 23 YEAR HEIST FIR DOCUMENTS MILITARY IMMUNIZATION RECORDS OF MY KIDS THE DAYS I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI I WOUKD OFTEN TAKE THE KIDS TO GET SHOTS BEING IT WAS THE BEGINNING OF...

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She had a heart As cold as ice She had battles with everyone That came into her life She would say a nice word Every now and then But afterwards she Would be ripping of your head Hard to please Hard to talk to She didn't have friends Enemies quite a few We often thought If she hated us By the way she went If we made a...

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He wanted her, and she wanted him too, But longing alone could never pull them through. He saw only the fire that burned in his chest, Never the storm that raged in her unrest. She needed safety, a harbor, a home, But with him, she felt stranded...adrift and alone. She searched for love in the space where he stood, Yet all she...

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Her attempts at writing were unfruitful. Stark white page sneered and called her mean names. Loser, stupid, dummy, idiot…. She stared at the page. Writing was not a big deal. Lots of people did it. The thin blue lines stuck out their tongues at her. Maybe tomorrow she told herself. Her muse gave her the finger....

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She was hated on By many people Who didn't understand where she was coming from She got called stupid due to the way she talks Nobody would give her a chance To show she was much more than the way she sounds People would laugh at her Make mean jokes about her And straight-up bully her This made her feel super weak It made her...

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Marta decided to garden herself happy It was the thing she used to love to do with her grandparents, Big Pappy and her grandmother, Nora Sue. They had spent many hours planting their seeds Hoeing, tilling, raking, and getting rid of weeds their bounty came in July, and sometimes in June They were still working, singing a communal tune. Big pappy would whistle,...

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she left a heart shaped balloon so he would know the suitcases were from her and walked away proud glad that she had made the decision to choose herself first for a change...

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The old wood framed home stood stark and abandoned, a shell of herself, where now new homes were standing.. Rotted roped windows wept with the rains and rattled and trembled with each passing train.. The once solid foundation now unmoored by silt causing the aged house to lean, a precarious tilt.. Yet inside her ancient bones still chiseled and grand with...

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Boom decorates herself as if she were a Christmas decoration What kind? I asked, sugar cookies, divinity or another confection? More like a tree, her hair is full of bulbs, all silver and such. I think I would like to meet her I tell him, I mean very much. You would! He says, for I am dressed as Santa’s...

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Shattered resilience In shards of shattered glass, her reflection lies,Splintered and fractured, betrayed by her eyes.Each piece a story of heartache and pain,A portrait of loss, a soul that's stained.The broken glass reveals her inner fight,A girl who's been hurt, who's lost in the night.Fractured and fragile, yet still standing tall,Her spirit unbroken, refusing to fall.Each...

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whate and shark both wanted her love she saved herself for her feelings were not the same they eventually moved on there is no merman, other mermaids chastised her she hoped they were wrong prayed for a merman other mermaids married sharks and whales and moved on handsome kind merman arrived at the right time he was gallant and brave, best of all, he had...

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