Me Myself And I Poems - Poems about Me Myself And I

You who worship yourself, listen carefully. I won’t shout. I don’t have to. Truth cuts deeper when it’s whispered. You raise your hands high, but not to the God who made you. You worship the mirror. You exalt dust. You crown yourself king over a kingdom made of ashes. You pray, but only for yourself. You sing, but only about yourself. You preach, but only to glorify...

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I, myself, and me, we comprise the royal we. I makes most decisions, while me or myself makes the needed revisions to ensure we three don’t unwittingly disagree. Me, myself, and I, we're a well-integrated guy. On the whole, we're a tripartite soul stuck together till the day we three die....

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HMMMM TIME, SPACE, AND A PLACE HMMMM SOOTHING SLOW PACE AND A SMILE ON MY FACE HMMMM AWAY FROM THE RACE WITH NO HINT OF A TRACE FOR A SPELL I WILL NOT SHOW FOR NOW I PRESS HOLD ON 'GO' FOR A LITTLE WHILE I SET MYSELF FREE UNDERSTAND THAT I NEED THIS FOR ME THAT BEING SAID I WILL SEE YOU IN A...

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Christmas is coming And I myself once upon a time Much like the goose was getting fat I am now sadly not For I am currently now getting thinner than The leftover wishbone from this year's thanksgiving's turkey I managed to scavenge from my next door neighbors bins After they we're obviously finished and done with so therefore eventually threw the remaining scraps out Who if...

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Sometimes I just want to write a poem for myself. Myself is laughing, thinking I am being cute or funny. I chase her into a closet and put a broom handle against the door. That will show her who to tease. Today’s poem is going to be rocking, funny, witty, maybe hilarious. I have no idea yet what the content...

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Me myself and I get along well when we are in sync. When we retain our positivity and look for the pink. However, once in a blue moon we have a bad day. Where we take it personally and gloom comes to stay. It usually starts with me, but myself is easily led. And then I jumps in too, which...

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Me, what an overused word that has come to be Followed closely by the word I Me and I, Why? What has happened to us all It is a disgrace How would I survive And stay alive If there was no us There is strength in numbers, I, the all-important me, would blunder, And not survive alone, Left on my own. Why? We need each other to care and...

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Everyone has a idea how I should live my life. There’s no conceptualisation or paradigm I can’t be duplicated, I am unapologetic a authentic soul. Compassionate, unselfish, many fears and sleepless nights I have endured. A sentimental heart within me. I don’t live for likes or thumbs up for I’m a realistic individual for i am me personally....

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How´s possible the same person maybe three different people? Me, myself, and I. Sort of a Holy Trinity but in human version. Quite irrelevant but interesting and singular experience, one day I think and behave in a different way than tomorrow or after. ¡Being the same person! Sort of Cerberus. Three indomitable heads for a beaten dog body. Three different personalities, pretending...

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I am not sure when I began to think, but by the time I had reached six I was; from horror, I was in a crannied chink, having seen death take and that gave me pause. I was so quiet within me but thought, things swirled in my child's mind in the silence; in my short life a battle has...

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Today I discovered I know so many But they do not know 'ME'. Today I discovered how very lonely life can be by 'MYSELF' when I am alone. The first steps into "alone" are curious. The first one is a sense of privacy, my own space. The next few steps are touchy. One minute it's good and solid, the next 'I' feel like 'I'...

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We were as one on the day we were born. On that bright and freezing, cold winter morn. From that moment in time, me, myself and I Went everywhere together as the years passed us by. We were not choosy myself, I and me, We ate the same food and drank the same tea. We all went to school and sat...

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There is a disconnect between me, myself and I or should that be among? The editor in me is always there ready to correct me and gets really irate if I blurt out “Donald and myself” instead of “Donald and I” when we are subject rather than object, although there are times when I definitely feel like the object, but that is a different matter. My grammar guide...

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"If you don't love who your are, then who will"...

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It’s no secret, what the bottle, has cost me, in this world I’m living in It’s taken quite a toll on my body, my family and friends I’ve welcomed many goodbyes but there’s one love that will haunt me till the end I’ve tried to justify my alibis but the blame lies... On me myself and I Me myself...

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