Myself Poems - Poems about Myself

Finding Myself

All day
I have been 
searching
for myself.
And there I was,
unobtrusive,
watching on,
keeping quiet
under a loud
chatter of thoughts.
I quite often
get lost.

The Journey Within

“I have journeyed within myself,
 Scanned rumblings of the inner self
 Lent my ears to the inner chime
 Within grasp of the sands of time.” By author.
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The Journey Within

The journey within, for diverse souls,
Begins at diverse stages of life,
    For some since early days of childhood,
      

In the midnight's heart, along the shadowed path, I lose myself in dreams

In the midnight's heart, along the shadowed path, I lose myself in dreams,
A river of thoughts flows, carrying me through the abyss's seams.
With every ripple, I draw near to the hidden truth's embrace,
In cosmic silence, my unfathomable soul I trace.
Under a sky full of stars, I dance with shadows of the past,
Each step an incantation,

In the deep night, I swallowed myself

In the deep night, I swallowed myself,
A shard of glass sharp in the throat of silence,
Shards carving the outline of a lost being,
There was a girl who wept like winter rivers.
With a heart split, cold and merciless,
Drowned in the hunger of being too much, never enough,
I pressed my face to the mirror of cold cruelty,
Trying

Where Nothing Happens

here, between myself and myself,
God dwells when 
He flees the world.
I found Him once
in a forgotten loaf of bread 
on the steps of a hospice,
in an old woman asking forgiveness
for simply living.

He did not ask who I am.
He touched my brow
and retreated back into the wound.

we do not think.
we defend ourselves from thoughts
as from a

MYSELF

       My persona divides to split in three :
      Impulse, Intellect, rationality.
       All run simultaneous to feel free.
      At a time, one may get priority.

     I know, impulse is

Not Feeling At All Myself Today

I'm not feeling at all myself today—
I see a sea of selfies. 
adrift in a mirror maze,
floating as reflections that are lost 
in a hall of posed intentions.

Each face is a practiced smile.
a seance of polished poses,
looped like circling carousel horses,
whispering secrets they pretend are mine.

I forge new versions of myself daily,
crafted to echo what

A funeral for myself

It was a funeral for myself 
And I still haven't buried her yet
The sky opened up and released its anger 
Rained down in grief and sadness
The only other witness to her multiple deaths
The world built her to break
It was too late to save her 
For she was now unrecognisable 
In a casket crafted from pain

Fine Fooling Myself

Do not go gentle into that good night but rage,
rage against the dying of the light
—Dylan Thomas


sunny outside, not
cloudy inside; out
of my mind, mindless
wandering and wondering;

fine - fooling myself?
days tedious, no drums.
no inkling of a violin,
even to suffer with.
May be smoking hot,
but red skin is turning white.

falling up, failing to feel sorry
for oneself. calls limited
to

March Comes In Like A Lion

March Comes In Like A Lion 

Dandelion dance
in the palm of my 
hand; a gentle 
bloom. 

I love 
my birthday 
flower.

I starve myself

I starve myself.
When saying it out loud it sounds surreal,
But it’s the only way I can feel.
I am not worthy of food. 
It is not worth the weight.
Fore I see myself by what I have ate.
Starving is like slowing dying.
Numb, and invisible to what others can see.
Funny how food could be the death of me.
I

Inside myself

I.
I got lost inside myself one night,
Like stars fall through a dome.
The body stayed, but not the light
The soul had left for home.

II.
I walked a library of breath,
Books unwritten, spines of bone.
Each dream was shelved behind my eyes,
And each one dreamed alone.

III.
My ribs turned into corridors,
Each one a silver thread,
Where time knelt down and locked

Reminded Myself

I reminded myself in an unusual way,
While standing in a rain of a watery display,
Soaking in my new town's local splash park,
Remembering how I needn't be in the dark.

I let the risen structuredly flowing fountain
Grant me a liquified sense of liberation
As I basked beneath a cloudy sunlit sky,
Promising myself to never again deeply cry.

I reminded

For myself

I feel like I’ve been lazy lately 
I think I should go harder
Maybe?
I’m not satisfied 
I know I can do better
Pushing yourself to be better is the new cool
Who gives a damn about what others think about you?
I feel better now that I don’t care if I’m liked or not
Hard work pays off 
You can’t

Myself and I, let the world collide

Learned a million language
Read millions of books
To learn how to live and think
Only to discover the actual way
Which is following my heart 

Intuition never lied 
put people's opinion aside
don't live in the wrong side
don't forget to take pride
Only God knew how much I cried
How many times I wish I died
Billion wrong thing I left to

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