Self Poems | Examples of Self Poetry

I-95, I-80, I-78 or Route 1 Destined schedule with luggage The journey The start The Distance Long haul ride Recline and Relax Rest stops Destined Towns and Major Cities High Mountains The uphill and downhill range Highways to off ramps Panoramic scenery Towns people wave Feeling of welcome America’s history reflecting back 4 Days in Hours, Minutes and Seconds Life thought of reckon Observe and admire Sunrise to sundown The journey on until Arrival to Destined...

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I stopped explaining. Stopped folding notes into doves. Lit matches— not out of anger, just to see what would burn and what would follow. Held the line. Held it higher. Watched him trip and told myself that’s not my fault. I sleep well. I eat better. I say no without flinching. But lately when someone walks away, they look at me like I’m the story they’ll tell about good people gone wrong....

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You wrote me in scars. You’ve made me like this. You tell me I’m not the same as my old self— That I am something you pay for. Am I something to be paid for? I am torn apart by the way you treat me. I am crushed by the comments you pass. Am I not good enough? I’m weighed down By your words. You’ve...

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One's self praise is no recommendation My mother said without hesitation If she had heard me ringing my own bell It was a lesson that I soon learned well. Whatever you do, someone does better It's a fact, my mom was my abetter Her words will stay with me all of my days Though I'm a poet, I don't...

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Vince says I'm intelligent, creative, and quirky. I am all those things, as these are features of all people, as well as all animals, and plants. Look! I belong and am a special part of this beautiful tapestry, and have the opportunity to live harmoniously within it, and shine! Like all life, I have, not imperfections, but quirks, and like Vince, on most days, I am...

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how do we view abilities of the mind do we assign it sense of ownership or have we truly left ego behind we’ve ensouled this form of dust to feel the sway of polarities within orbiting light of love, delusion of lust within heart glows our true essence our focus is firmly fixated therein flame of Self our quintessence...

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What’s stopping you From being the person Who you want to be In this crazy world That we all live in? What’s stopping you From reaching the mountain top To complete every goal That you have? What’s stopping you From living your best life? What’s stopping you? What’s stopping you? What’s stopping you? What’s stopping you From being creative Through art? What’s stopping you From being creative Through music? What’s stopping you from being creative through textiles? What’s...

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This is my life My life that the whiskey did choose This is my life And she my long suffering wife Her bruising left too many clues These bars now deprive me of booze This is my life...

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Demigirl Definition A space between Androgyny and conventional binaries of female identity A gender not recognized by mainstream policies And subjected to the far corners of the Q+ community Act 1: Physicality I am a tangled mess of tree limbs With coils blessed by God Skin, a milky chocolate brown I trace the bumps around my knuckles My fingers map out the uncharted waves...

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"For the ones you choose to have around you will either build an empire or set your dreams afire" "Pushing onward is a difficult mountain to climb, but, by putting one foot in front of the other the summit will be reached in due time" ...

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Life is a mirror and will reflect back to the thinker what he thinks into it." Unknown ************************************************************** A Wilderness of Mirrors Hurled in a wild wilderness of mirrors I know not the exit door for escape, All I can do is like birds to twitter, Light from the mirrors seems at me to ape. Where lies the real door I cannot...

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"To dwell in judgement is a reality, placed upon a heart of need" . ...

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leave room in your heart for even more love like cracks in old stone still reaching above what’s broken can bloom if you give it the air what’s heavy can heal if you’re willing to care don’t seal every door don’t stitch every seam some hands were made to rebuild your dreams leave room in your heart even battered and rough there’s always more light if you leave it enough...

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Trailhead latrine, cracked mirror— three of me grinning wrong. A soap shaver's chewed itself down, there's a beetle on its back in the basin. I clean my hands as best I can, wipe them on my pants, get out, back into wilderness, where I don't have to face them....

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Welcome. I'm the one they left behind. An alter ego of sorts— just the keeper, the inventory clerk, interim ghost. New items arrive every day— spat out from my boss's pockets, sometimes still wet, still ticking. I stack them in corners. I don't ask where they've been. This way, please: to the Room of Poorly Considered Promises— frayed friendship bracelets, a mixtape of second thoughts, a half-cooked wishbone...

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