Short Myself Poems
Short Myself Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Myself by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Myself by length and keyword.
as the story goes
you got my noses
like noone els
i couldn't help but wept
loving you too
i
COULDN'T HELP
MY SELF
Am I chasing you
Or the moonlight of my dreams,
Like a pair of twins
Upon landing on the moon
I expect to see you too
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So now I go
And walk on
Away from
This jail and
A place called
Framingham
But here I
Find myself
Here again
That gas was rank for no damn good
When others thought it rich
But me myself said just a FART
when all I did was pitch
obviously i'm not myself ~
keep your distance
you've come too close
AP: 1st place 2020
Posted on May 28, 2020
Rare specimen of man,
for myself...
I am and I'm right...
for eternity and a half
I hunt myself and I can't find...!
I walk
Hand in hand
With myself
Hoping one day
I can let the
Pain from the past
Disappear
And let myself
Be whole
When I die
Will my children have a sale
Or a fire?
A sale is a lot of work
I keep this to myself
Not caring really
you when away
the other day
am left me alone
in our home
i admit this
i can't love noone els
tho you left
me
CRY BY MYSELF
You are right, you aren't an addiction.
I have now realized pretty baby, you are the medicine I needed to heal myself.
tired of haunting
through your dreams
I' ll turn myself back
into my flesh
there is no other place
more plenty of you
At odds with myself,
those things you see
Eyes looking out
—feelings within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
If these people won’t let me live,
If these society won’t let me relax
I promise to myself
I’m not gonna end like this.
Afraid of guns, for I fear
I may end myself with one.
Afraid of fire, for I fear
It shall fulfill my long held desire.
I'm
Always
Myself
Mirroring
Essence
10-2-19
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Last night I had diarrhea
Even though it smelled real fruity
I quickly cleaned it up myself
After all, it was my duty!
you must throw a stone into the sea
move away from bad thoughts
weights collapse to the deep
now you became a feather
From the shop mirror there was an elderly lady staring at me. In revenge, I bought Mickey Mouse top. With glittering jets.
Convincing myself of my own importance
—I became an audience of one
(Bryn Mawr College: Pennsylvania: January, 2014)
Rain
Pours down
My galoshes
Become stuffed with feet
As I ready myself to
Jump into all the mud puddles on my street
am walking
am talking
to myself
noone els
is around
some say am aclown
just have lot
on my mine
so am
KILLING TIME
Form:
oh, Lord help me, help
help me in my unbelief
free me from myself
3/8/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
"His scent I want to
bottle along myself with
drops of soul liberation"
It's not actually a haiku poem, it's Katauta
Every day is OKAY when I just git myself out of the way!!!
11/4/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Clay
Dirt
Mud
Bone-morrow
Water
~my true self my soul
8/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020