Short Self Expression Poems
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Simple symbols of self expression
imagery in intuitive motifs,
a harmony of colour ..inspiration
of moods fused into metaphor
Simple symbols of self expression
imagery in intuitive motifs,
a harmony of colour ..inspiration
of moods fused into metaphor
Poems
imagined,
verses refined
leaving reality
behind?..
maybe..
the poets
self expression
flying free,declared for all-
to see
Freedom of Self Expression
True freedom
is freedom to train oneself by harnessing free will
to free oneself
From false freedom's illusion.
Aqua Marine. 5th July, 2024.
Darkness
A locus for expression of tears
Muffled thoughts grow vociferous
Suppressed emotions arise uprighteous
Societal demands and self interests lock horns
only to be put to rest before dawn
Everyone is a student and teacher,
each offering a new perspective
to this world so mimic your muse
in poetry and song; upon canvas
wood or stone, for someone needs
your expertise.
Color flows from the void and
hands swing, sway across a canvas;
to the music of the life;
erecting a universe.
The pulse of existence
beats out its rhythm and soul awakes
into being.
I abhor
Those that feel it’s their chore
To toilet paper my creative door
With their opinions that lack color
I’d rather hear a walrus snore
If not for self expression what’s poetry for
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
The
Fog
Covered
All deep ruts
Saturating thoughts
Released confused understanding
Angry frustrated actions common self expression
Alzheimer's disease slowly steals personality, memory, speech, relationships
I have a predilection
for the helping professions
As well, for artistic self-expression
I'll take my leave with this confession
Other 'pursuits' are no more than repression
~ That lead inexorably to depression
I am quiet like a mouse.
N ever raise my tone of
V oice or express myself.
I learned quickly to
S upress self expression.
I n case it incurred aggression.
B ecause it was obvious you
L iked me under your thumb and
E motionally abusing someone.
I am
one has
to say
sudden
understanding
a conception
emerging
a
refinement
fully
realised
and
distinct
a
moment
of
song
a unifying
voice&
script
as one
revealed
to
all
to see&
hear
My fortune
self-expression
To this
the Lord has willed
For other men
it’s land or gold
By verses
I’m instilled
My riches
so enamored
To couplets
I belong
And leave
my only legacy
In meter, rhyme
— and song
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
Positive thoughts
Mind over matter
Energy no longer scattered
Laws of attraction
Vibrational satisfaction
In every direction
Life destination
Preserves self expression
On the path of inspiration
Uplifts spiritual enlightenment
With magnetic reflection
Mirrored in joy
desperation and solitude
freedom of self expression
sent me into modern day
slavery a victim of plagery
I began using my slave name
kinggirlchild I found my way home
empty and shallow my heart
racing I fell to my knees crawling
with pages in hand in this fair land
oh how grand an American poet survived
Truly Slap In Faces
Did discover that Russia is a death trap,
And to the rest of world a major mishap;
Take advantage of;
No one ever love;
In faces Putin and Trump are truly a slap.
Jim Horn
My knowledge of poetry is limited
but still do not limit my self expression
and thinking exhibited in my poetry.
Somehow I find myself in this state
A feeling, a moment I sincerely appreciate
But when it comes to self-expression
I am lost—falling in a sick depression
I cannot express myself the way I want
These thoughts they grind, they tear—they haunt. . .
If I could tell you how I feel
It still…wouldn’t feel real
No, you probably won't
make it into the
class of the millionaires
my friends
Through your self expression
Yet I believe you
should (as the late Eddie Birchmore said) step up to
the mike and speak your peace
Everyone may not
like to hear what you
have to say
But have a liitle chutzpah(Yiddish for "nerve")
Stillness of the night
Dark, foreboding, searching
Silent wish for a changing
To break the nothing.
A lone energy
Moves about, imagining
The way to self expression
Plan in the making.
Sacrificing all
To end this darkness, and call
The might by love that creates
And the Force took shape.
By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 04.25.10
(A female lawyer whispers)
Some of my narcissistic plaintiffs write for greatness
But the most divine I serve
Write simply for self-expression
To embrace their sacrifices
Personal experiences and inner freedoms
So my question is
Are you
A.
A freedom plaintiff
Or
B.
A narcissistic native?
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Miracles can happen
at the end of a rainbow.
For the curious,
for the daring,
for the courageous
who ride a rainbow,
there’s a reward
greater than gold.
World beyond imagination,
universes of elation,
songs spun long ago...
for all things repeat,
though nothing bad
will you meet;
evil, you’ll defeat,
at rainbow’s end.
A life lived from pure feelings
and self expression,
brings joy and a sense
of peace,
even in the middle of chaos,
to live a beautiful, uncensored,
life, is what God wanted for all
his children,
Being able to revel in the authenticity
of ourselves,
finding acceptance when our inner
demons appear,
allows us to exhale and view the
love that surrounds us.
I refuse to fit into
The boxes they made for me
Days will pass
Over millions of minutes, and
Every time you look
Somewhere out there,
New boxes are made for
The ones who don’t understand.
Maybe I’m wrong, but
All these boxes are imaginary.
They define everything about
The boxes they put you in.
Every box holds expectations, and
Right inside them is where they say you go
No,you probably won't
make if into the class of the millionares, my friends
Through your self expression
Yet I believe you should(as the late Eddie Birchmore said)
step up to the mike and speak
your poetic messsage
Everyone may not like what you have to say
But have a little chutzpah
and when you're
finished
you can go to Middle Earth or Shangri-La
for a vacation
This is the age for which we live.
Where innocence are gone.
Truth has been silenced.
Self expression is nothing more than peer pressure.
Self respect lay in the hands of those that read news stand tabloids.
Inner beauty is for novels.
Passion ends in court.
Death is just life.
Addiction is just away to get away with a crime.
Abuse has no shame.
Guilt has become a pleasure.
And
Love? What is that?
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