Self Poems | Examples of Self Poetry

I would make a museum of my mind Fill these musty halls with all my people Every girl who has walked my corridors To write her piece and paste it on the walls. Every plaque together, a mosaic Of all personas, memories, and thoughts Together an image, reflected back Informative of me, an auto-school. Blowing out the dust of...

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Unknown to me these parallels ran smooth Fraternal twins, unlike in face but both Against her sister, but dormant in youth. My Esau stunting Jacob in his growth Suppressed was Joseph with his coloured coat A beauty stunted, tulip shot by frost Unknown again not parallel, but throat Cuts throat and Jill comes tumbling down, forgot. A buried track uncovered,...

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My head has always been made of glass, and inside it lives a faint idea of who I am. She used to be a silhouette, but even then she wasn’t very defined. In eighth grade, I believed that she lived in the shadows, because showing herself felt heavier than living in the trenches of our own mind. In a way, she was...

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Abandon not the Soul ...

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In the world of today girls feel the need to sexualize themselves. Social validation is more important to them than personal values, family, and getting good grades. Makeup and skincare can be found in their online shopping carts— replacing Christmas wish lists along with clothes that are two sizes too big or two sizes too small. They get...

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Years of struggles and despair Bullied endless Beaten down Name calling beyond my real name Fights unbearable Early school days Always picked on Life having ups and down Hard swings Criticism always No matter what Discouragement through negativity Like a pen with no ink A pencil with no point Felt like a nobody Serving no purpose What people wanted to believe The wonder years The wonder how I preserved The answer being Heaven above My...

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I write my soul in ink on paper, My skin is stripped away, Blood replaced with ink that flows through my veins, Defences shattered and the visage of lies is broken, My mask is taken from my hand and replaced with a pen, I don’t have to hide my feelings, Feelings that are so destructive they must stay hidden, Hidden from those...

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Oh, what pale imitation now is this? My train of empty carriages which held A score of lovers, harem of my flesh, Now emptied of those who within me dwelled. These rails since lain to waste, just fractured tracks In rows like tombstones, each besides its mate A massacre of fellows, myself cracked, My new friend, false as shadows, in...

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Awakened and degenerated, I feel I am clashing somewhere The clouds appear and then depart, just another face amongst billions Millions of colors of the rainbow at one point I thought I was rare Surprise, it is another birthday, traveling through the flow of time Stop this ride, we...

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RESILIENCE I SHOW AFTER OVERCOMING SO MANY CHALLENGES AND DISAPPOINTMENTS INTUITION TO KNOW WHEN THINGS WILL GO SOUTH AND HOW TO READ PEOPLE, DANGER, AND SITUATIONS AUTHENTICITY THAT POURS OUT OF ME AND MAKES ME ONE IN A MILLION THIS IS MY QUINTESSENCE...

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"A silenced tongue weighs heavy against the soul," quote by poet. I sit amongst a single light, light illuminating a hand-built oaken desk, desk with pictures of the past lay out randomly around me, whilst I hear the whoosh of her oxygen machine droning on— breathing life into her failing lungs. Drowning in overwhelming emotions, I seek an outlet to...

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I’m just hovering slightly below average Nearly nihilistic A grey grey The number 2 2nd loser A warm potato on a cold plate A glass of room temperature Drifting Sinking Floating Wavering Floundering On my back Turtle on the road Exactly benign A harmless cyst And a shy parasite Someone that would need a hero I’ll simply agree What I say is nothing The sum of me is less than one Greyer Off...

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I radiate my inner glow— like a well-polished precious jewel, pleasing to see, with graceful height. My handsomeness: a masterpiece of art, driven by keenness to shed excess fat, yet I still stand out like a star in the crowd. My eyes radiate warmth that melts ice— as deep and mysterious as a star-filled sky. My smile, a...

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“The Prismatic Self" As I lay in my bed trying to figure out what to write My mind goes blank and my creativity is way out of sight The need to write the perfect poem and rhyme Keeps me from getting anything done, until I have run out of time “Why can’t I just write...

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be gentle with yourself like fragile glass. you're only human, imperfectly perfect, we're all a little broken. it's no use dwelling in the past; abandon regrets and mistakes there. whenever you fall down, you'll rise back up. no matter how i n f i n i t e s i m a l, anything troubling will come to pass,...

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