Short Self Conscious Poems
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Little tomboy almost a teenager.
Ultra self-conscious to the bitter end.
Refuses to wear bathing suit.
She's simply not coming out.
there once was a woman named Mimi
she never would wear a bikini
when she was asked why
she didn’t blink an eye
said, “I’ve eaten too much linguine!”
And because she smiles
because she laughs
because she hugs herself
and looks so self-conscious
even as she speaks her mind
and speaks it so well
that I'm floored.
As she'd left
He'd taken her name for all the reasons and blames
In every corners of the city, to all the men
As much as
He'd no courage left
To walk on the memory lane
And look into her eyes.
Need someone real bad, hey, you look real bad
Let's be a pair of naughties, start a new fad
Dance naked in the street
Naked I repeat
But a loin cloth for me, I'm self-conscious must add
Would you rather have your bangs cut too short
Or have someone come by and lop off your head?
For me it would be the latter, for I despise short bangs.
They make me self-conscious, and I wish I was dead.
shy teenager
coaxed to try on lipstick~
cracks a smile
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Submitted on May 31, 2019 for contest WRITING CHALLENGE 5, MAY 2019 SENRYU sponsored by DEAR HEART - RANKED 3RD
When birds take a bath in your birdbath
Are they self-conscious about nudity and their overweight flab
They could put on a bathrobe
But no arms for the armholes
They turn on our faucet and create a big splash
Can you see
Odd epiphany;
What's to be
Self-conscious story.
Just like me
Strange melancholy;
Chemistry
Beyond sanity.
Odd words free
Mad controversy;
History
In lost odyssey.
Leon Enriquez
04 April 2019
Singapore
I dream of intimacy
maybe my self conscious
is trying to tell me
that I need somebody
My heart interferes
because it has everything to fear
I mess up every prospect
because I am scared
But truthfully
I'm more scared of no one being there
I washed my hands with sanitizer
Before I opened up my mind.
Wider! My muse screamed.
WIDER! WIDER! WIDER!
Everyone was staring at me.
Is this wide enough? I asked her.
I was feeling self-conscious now.
Having never been in this restaurant before.
And now knowing I will never be back.
An Inupiat "slow-grower"
Believed he could sink no lower
When an icicle rose
On the tip of his nose
He won "Number 1 Snow Blower"
* * * *
A cold polar bear did stutter
And folk thought he was a nutter
But God loved him a bunch
And dropped off his lunch
With buckets of peanut butter.
Misty sky,
All a lie,
Terrible past,
Trauma will last,
Forever stressed,
Feeling never blessed,
Praying to God,
I always feel odd,
Left out,
Self-doubt,
Self-conscious and worried,
But the stress is buried,
So, no-one can see,
The inside me,
A mess of anxiety,
Am I good enough for society?
Can you be conscious
without being self conscious,
philosophers disagree
Being aware of your
awareness,
seems logical to me
But logic has its
failings,
as we pierce the inner mind
Perception,
the most elusive ghost
—and hardest to define
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
a soft, subtle fragrance ineffable
arises from a centreless fulcrum
if we be self-conscious, it disappears
taking along with it the cosmic hum
how still is our stillness, worthy hermit
do thoughts as yet soil our meditation
slow, slower and slower yet we become
in vibrance, mood and mode celebration
an apperception of poetic elements imagery,assonance,rhythm,sound symbolism of an intuitive of the self conscious in a crystallised convergence of the moment ,with punctuation implied interpretation changing according to mood, essentially fluid and inherently variable. with unique mutual participative interaction.
Most see me as a vibrant green
alive and bursting with ambitions
competitive and willing
my feet a treadmil that never stops moving.
Only some see me as shimmering silver
my accomplishments leave me self-conscious
and unaware
quiet and withdrawn
my mind reels ahead of others as my body
stays in the shadows.
PENUMBRA
A semi-hidden place
Out of the limelight
Hovering in shadow
And almost unseen
But still a dim copy
Sometimes cast large
And sometimes not
Its own shade of grey
Moving in synchrony
An indistinct identity
As if self-conscious
Yet knowing its role
To echo and follow
Like its black cousin
Faithful until it’s dark
self conscious
uncertain
striving
for reality
inclining
towards validity
rhmythmic ornamental transcendental
beyond
the
beyond
to
perception
of
virtual
infinity
a
brooding
vastness
expressive echos
in
an
inner
process
I've been a vegetarian since 1999 (but not a vegan). Anyway, I'm just having a little fun here.
A lion took the very front seat,
hankering for something to eat
in a vegan's convention,
causing a little tension.
The forest king, self-conscious, grew,
not knowing exactly, what to do.
He bowed his head and confessed,
then ate every guest.
I'm healthy
I symbolize
self conscious
insecurities
I victimize
those who choose
burgers and fries
I offend those
who choose
thicker thighs
But I most closely
represent evil
hiding away
you eat more of me
so you can blend in
to this pressure filled
society that we live in
but tell me are you
anymore thin
than when you last
weighed in?
RECOGNITIONS
simple
memoranda
of
an
appreciation
of
the
acknowledged
single mindedness
so
evident
in
self conscious
realizations
& detailed
exressions
of
understanding
eyecatching
motifs
disintegrate
elegant
vulnerable
&
numerous
sensitive
substitutes
the
influential
comment
to
illuminate
a
reposte
yet
so
inadequate
Steam clouds on mirror
Hide the reflection in blurred
Chose to be unknown
Hidden soul not speak
It says through the words of eyes
I'm living in you
Unnamed solely side
Lived from the remained shadow
Under self conscious
Friend or predator
Both are potentially hurts
Pick the wise answer
Make peace with yourself
Take two sides in good or bad
Those, the shapes of you
A rare snowfall has left
forgiving blanket over all.
It’s covering the litter
of the late untidy fall.
The morning sun is sending rays
to sparkle up the scene
of a winter white as beautiful
as springtime’s luscious green.
The nearby hills are shining
With an opalescent glow,
so self conscious of their splendor
in their brand new coats of snow.
One of the no. one wins
re-post inspired by Debbie's contest
We like sheep have gone astray,
if He marked our transgressions
who would stand.
Tempted,ofttimes
tormented,self-conscious,self-
seeking missing the mark;stepping
over the line,impulsive,doing what
we do want to do.
Encouraged into
doubt,we deceive ourselves,listening
to the father of lies,’Til the Holy Spirit
convict us of this sin.