My Own Poems - Poems about My Own

IN MY OWN BACKYARD ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ climbing stairs or books I travel from world to world in my own backyard ...

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2025.07.09 Wednesday. Ludwig van Beethoven wrote "To play a wrong note is insignificant, To play without passion is inexcusable". I have been distracted and emotionally affected, By this particular shop. Therefore, "To be served by a bunch of unlady like women Who screamed, and yelled so loud at one another, At their shop in food court of the shopping centre Would be like to...

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I am not my own Maybe I never was But now I’m simply alone I’m worthless Hiding in my mind With no one to impress Why can’t I be mine? No one close but evil eyes Praying on my downfall No matter what, they ignore my cries Watching as I crumble...

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(“Anagogical Moments Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil) In A World of Our Own Making Everywhere I look I see what I see Through a lens of my own making A composite fly-eye’s view Of everything I have ever seen, Heard, touched, felt and known A world of my own making in constant flux. Everything is thus a filtered projection To a kaleidoscopic mind And...

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You built the skills, you have done the work, Faced every challenge, adjusted to every quirk. Now comes the fork in the road of life that is yours to face Grab the microphone of life with a warm embrace A DJ doesn’t follow sound, They craft the moment, feel the ground. They blend the old with the new, create the...

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Their blood was the poison that would kill them Their presence blinding That's why they hate them They come too close and try to touch them But they didn't know that we are the sun That trying to block out the sun Would become their biggest problem Actions have consequences And we were their karma The one thing they...

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Burning all bridges behind you, standing on the edge of a plateau If ever there was a time to see if you can fly, it is now, let's go There is no looking back, time to spread those wings and fly This is it; this is now your moment of do, or die These emotions you are about to...

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believe in yourself invest time in your future confidence rules give yourself a break forgive yourself many times be your own best friend...

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Under my covers We talked skin to skin Shaking and trembling Wondering when to begin With one little whisper And one little grin I entered heaven While knowing I sinned I’m not sure about you But my soul can’t pretend What started at hello For me never ends All the words for your ears Can only live in my pen It’s the passion that’s lacking It’s only calling...

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I step out to face the night, shielded like a medieval knight; and count my victories boldly won, need not count far for that is one; drag my fingers roughly through my hair, and stumble on the bones of some lost hare; never to remember peace, but lose myself a bit a piece; life never...

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The world is quiet here Yet growing louder by the day Renting paradise from vultures Split amongst two flavors of instability I clamored and dreamed for that golden armor That title that would cement my name in history To be a "hero" to someone I'd lose contact with forever Scars fade, and eternity is short I saw my dreams given flesh No gaps left...

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Screams taking up all I own Screams making me believe I am no one Screams enchanting him over my sorrow Cause his joy only lies on my failed tomorrow. They try and try To ensure I give up My eyes cry For they never give up. They take my beauty They take my time They take my energy To I can never...

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I give, I strive,? I bend, I buy,? But I’m always the one? Who’s hurt inside. I listen, I care,? I help repair,? But I don’t often? Get to share. No one asks? If I’m okay,? They leave me alone ?To slowly decay. But I want more— ?Where I’m not ignored. I see the note on the wall ?I feel myself begin to fall Am I not enough? Am I not tough?? Is...

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polka dot peacock kitty cat with blue daisies my art is my own...

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You may not believe me But I know it so well Every lilac tree Has its own special smell This I fail to describe Its expressless to me Each tree has its own type Blooming easy and free There's no equality shared No familiar democracy Lilacs fragrances spread Fugitive meritocracy Flattering you with the one Sweetest lie You are still fair and young If you give it a try. ...

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