Short Me Myself And I Poems
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From the shop mirror there was an elderly lady staring at me. In revenge, I bought Mickey Mouse top. With glittering jets.
1. my favorite menage a'trois is with me, myself, and I. 2. Although man may not live by bread alone. However, maybe by head alone.
I'm fat I'm ugly it seems like nobody likes me I'm always angry and sad plus mad I'm moving to aussie and thers nothing i can do bout it
Real life murder mysteries all day long,
in the company of me, myself and I.
Oh, my, it's getting dark outside!
For: Bite Size Poem No 22 Poetry Contest
Me and I have not been myself
Myself and I cannot find me
I looked all over for myself and me
Me is hiding from myself and I
If myself and me could separate I
Then only myself and me would be
If myself would leave there would only be
Me
Yes, I am collaborating with me myself and I, lol
Yes but, without the rich
No jobs could be found
We would be starving
Without one bite to eat
So let the rich be rich
And the poor be poor
Lets see whose soul
Will make it through
God’s open door
I, me, myself and I alone,
were the only lyrics he knew,
cold, calculating, heart of stone,
no wonder our friendship fell through.
Why on earth would we trauma bond,
with he whose foot is on the brake?
Of such persons we are not fond,
since our happiness is at stake.
If ever there were a winner here
It would be Me, Myself, and I
The one you have so chosen
To hold beside you under nighttime sky
While owls hoot a lullaby
And my heart cries out a little ditty
Goodbye says my heart
To the fear, the
Loneliness,
The unrest, so unsettled in my soul
The sun's yet fairly high in the sky
But the time is here to say goodbye
Goodbye to whom?
-- To me, myself, and I...
The Sabbath's not all about me
But a day for people to clearly see
That God above rules all of Creation
From humblest souls to kings of nations
Good morning Lord, it’s time to say hi
Your grace is always on a standby
to make me favoured just as the Jew.
Bless my sight with a wonderful view
so that victory will attach like a sew.
Remove the thoughts of me, myself and I
for my purpose in Life to never ever sigh.
O, world of woe
Why should it be so
You whine and complain
Over the simplest of things
O, world of woe
You must have it just so
You are not the only one
There is a world around
O, world of woe
The me, myself and I
In reality, must go
Tolerance for others must show
Form:
I am the eternal darkness,
evil and full of spite,
ive traveled far to his domain,
to meeet this one called light,
when its me that i see,
or is it he, who is me,
then i realize, its not us,
for we are one,
two seperate halves,
of a single persona,
in conflict,
like the night,
and the sun
Form:
.
This jaunt
me myself and I
did experience
the fire works
the dancing we did for
five straight days
daze
the food and red
the exotic women filled
mine bed
The smile on my face
this jaunt
in the poets head
I, myself, and me,
we comprise the royal we.
I makes most decisions,
while me or myself makes the needed revisions
to ensure we three
don’t unwittingly disagree.
Me, myself, and I,
we're a well-integrated guy.
On the whole,
we're a tripartite soul
stuck together till the day we three die.
Many are her faces
Wry, sly, a twinkle in her eye
Gregarious, oft-times hilarious
Not easily intimidated, yet shy...
Serious, without dreariness
Considerate, deliberate, AI-literate
Caring, sharing, even a tad daring
Her pronouns ~ Me, myself, and I
Me myself and I
were talking to myselve's
when we asked us a question
and they were not themselves.
They themselves and them
now questioning themselves
said we were not like them
and had to be yourselves.
You yourselve's and you
now separate from myselve's
meant you could not be me
and we could be ourselves.
I chased my selves
down the hallway tonight,
and called them both by name
They stopped and wavered
before looking away,
turning their backs again
Subliminal
gravity captured the space,
attraction thrice denied
The fusion once splintered
reuniting itself,
me, myself—and I
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
I am blinded by the inner visions
of myself
low no self-esteem
distrust all I have now is just
me, myself and I
but wait?
if I believe and receive
I'll have more than I need
for I've been redeemed in the mighty name of Christ Jesus
1/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
i am a burden on myself
I need to set off to be light
Or leave myself on a shore
The light falls upon me
Too rusty and dusty
To clean things up
On me I need to focus upon
The burden I carry
Me, myself and I
I need to slow down
Or drag myself out
Time is there
But too immature
I need to shed me
To find a cure .
Ralph
Widower, father, grandfather, friend
Brother of Bill, Bob, Ruthann, Joann
Lover of, golf, baseball, cruising
Thanks to great family and friends,
I feel gracious, appreciative, blessed
I fear loss of loved ones, poor health, snakes
Would like to see Australia, Hawaii, Grand Canyon
Resident of Newburgh, New York
Taylor
Me Myself and I
Let me introduce you to, Me, Myself and I,
We live and work together, a bond that is three-ply.
We’ve faced many challenges, and don’t always get along,
But Lifelong friends we’ll always be, loyal, trusting and strong.
Written: © 2/5/16
Submitted for Poetry Contest: A Response to
Sponsoted By: Silent One
me, myself and I
take turns doing many tasks -
afterwards, we play!
For the Senryu on Your Own Existence Poetry contest of marvin celetial
(Based on the idiomatic expression: wearing many hats; for me, life is full when there is much to do, but it's interesting, and also, there is much fun to look forward to!)
i'm stuck in place, with nowhere to turn, don't matter, i lose, whatever i earn, love is what me, myself and i yearn, i don't know how to live, but i guess i could learn. life isn't sweet, being soft as a furn, i grew up on strict, but i'm not as stern, my life is mixed up, i'm trying to churn, go out and have fun, while i'm left to burn.
Vo Amour Adelle (Parents love Grandma)
Mother, teacher, sister, reserved
Daughter of Virgencita and Oscar (their initials are in my name)
Lover of Arvin, books, and adventure
Who feels happy, love, and pain
Who fears blood, snake, and bitterness
Who would like to see snow, safari, and Disneyland
Resident of Benoni, Mahinog, Camiguin
Lao
Everyone has a idea how I should live my life.
There’s no conceptualisation or paradigm I can’t
be duplicated, I am unapologetic a authentic soul.
Compassionate, unselfish, many fears and sleepless
nights I have endured. A sentimental heart within me.
I don’t live for likes or thumbs up for I’m a realistic
individual for i am me personally.