Self Professed Poems - Poems about Self Professed

...Selfish, keeping myself from high, so it's written. Continued strokes to the face seem to change each dawn for the better. Force myself not to ponder on own, any potential left? Not ready to hi......Read the rest...

...It was the summer of my 16th year. Mother encouraged me to spend part of my summer vacation with Granddad, a self-professed stoic. I reluctantly agreed, for he was a peculiar man. I couldn’t imagine ......Read the rest...

...Perhat Tursun Perhat Tursun (1969-) is one of the foremost living Uyghur language poets, if he is still alive. Born and raised in Atush, a city in China's Xinjiang Uyghur Autonomous Region, Tursun......Read the rest...

...The herd amasses together The numbers provide the semblance of societal norms It's a collective value system called conformity Like bees to a bee hive - they swarm Non-compliance is unacceptabl......Read the rest...

...God is Dead? Hubris, man's nature A God, self-proclaimed Nietzsche opined he's dead Conceit, we laugh and say, no way Self-professed with special attributes Sympathy, love, reciprocity; ho......Read the rest...

...She knew it all; she was brilliant. A genius. I had never met her before, but she told me right away. I watched my tablemate’s faces. They knew her. They were grinning. I will do that! She said ......Read the rest...

...self professed failure self confessed bailer left when things got hard disappeared bad guy he told many self confidence? I don’t have any Walking apology Was this guy When he arrived t......Read the rest...

...Were you at one with yourself while writing it Did the beginning have an end Did each word describe, or then inflame What light can only bend Did you gag on meaning bundled Were y......Read the rest...

...Spiritual Mahjong Your Move Lord Is there a God? A benevolent entity. An eternal presence presiding over me. A creator, watching and observing. All knowing. Is my end determined and conclusi......Read the rest...

...Hank was a blitz drinking honest brute wrote about grime and grit of the streets, drunks, alley roaches, hookers on the beat. Emily chose to live life in a little room a day dreaming spinster wri......Read the rest...

...I once thought that my life was so good, but I was wrong, I must have misunderstood. It was a mirage, it was not really there. I felt wiped clean, exposed, totally bare. The love, that was pr......Read the rest...

...It’s an early Sunday morning The devils on his knees Shallow self-importance Screaming to be seen The facade of something special Filled with rage and self-disdain Putting on a holy show Att......Read the rest...

...And still she smiles Even in this darkness, her darkness, when a moonless sky preaches fear from a pulpit of shadows pointing elongated fingers and walls crumble into a rubble strewn a......Read the rest...

...Not a typical leader like anyone else His silence speaks for his character The depth of his soul wakes my curiosity Has a potential to be a great leader So he leads the whole class with fervor ......Read the rest...

...Name on a white sand Signifies identity The greatest poet.......Read the rest...