Short Self Pity Poems
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Rising above
self-pity
I restore myself
from the grief and sorrow
of a long life
to reestablish
the me
I used to be
made myself
a promise
no more men for me
then in a moment of self-pity
your smile was there
spreading hope over me
like warm jam
we made ourselves lonely on purpose to befriend their egos so they could recuse us from our self built imprisonment just to do it all over again
I’ve dug this hole too deep,
Laying here, and all I can do is weep.
Soothing sympathy is a rare thing for me
As I cry tears of sorrow and empathy.
Love
fuels smiles, laughter, hope and forgiveness
while, fears, tears, self-pity and despair fuel
Hate
(Verse)
04/05/2020
Some days it just doesn't go
Often when it rains or snows...
Storm clouds gather in the skies of my brain
Releasing rivers of self-pity and pain
Self-pity is my mistress and my muse.
Her softness is erotic and sublime,
And later when she vampires all my time
I’ll bid her leave. But she’ll refuse.
Caught yourself in a spot very tight?
No way out, no one else in sight
Wallow in self-pity
Or think and be witty
Doesn’t matter the route, be mighty and fight
Just not up for it today
Please excuse me, but no way
Tell the fellow to go away and come back tomorrow
~ Another opportunity drowned in self-pity and sorrow
Some savor living distressed; love dejection-Munchausen syndrome
accustomed to attention, adoration; playing-victim- energy vampires
adore escapism, douse in self-pity, darkness;-sorrow
bone idle 'hippo'
wallowing in self pity
least your mud bath’s free!
In the context of THIS poem personification could also be used as the form.
05~17~17
self-esteem
unfolds,
pillars
crumble
..unseen-
shattered..
desire
frittered away
in self-pity..
leaked
into life's abyss
of
tears
I am a disaster,
wallowing in self-pity.
Delusions strong,
paranoia in overdrive.
I am stalemate.
Stagnant.
Watching life pass,
and I cannot move.
No dreams, nor nightmares.
Life hurts.
Checkmate.
You either make it happen
Or you chase a better opportunity
The one thing you do not want to do
Is drown in self-pity
Now is the time
To get it together
Make something of yourself
Get at it and do better
L acking the common sense of a maggot
O bviously attention starved as a child
S orry excuse for a human being
E merging from a place where dung was piled
R ejected for a lack of talent
S tuck in a self pity life beguiled
Loneliness is a stale donut
Forgotten and left in box
For how many days now?
How many days!
Takes as self-pity
Eating the donut it tastes like pain
And sickness rising in my throat
For I remain and the box I throw out
This has not been the greatest day. I cannot make my worries go away. For what the answer to my question is, I will fight because I want to live. I will not weep in self pity or sorrow. I will shed light for better tomorrow.
Red tears,
And black filled fears,
Of all the harrowing years,
I held in my diseased heart.
Does my excruciating soul even know?
How deep my self pity flows?
How much my torture grows?
When will my yellow really start?
Love Chemistry...
I dive deep in your ocean blue eyes
In pursuit of pearls of emotions,
Ego,
Self-pity,
Pride,
All dissolved on the way...
I the solute,
You the solvent
WE the solution of Love...
@ 'dusk'....
moments test us
months possess us
days go by in etched fog of illness
too clear to be a lesson
no time for self pity
moments of zero pain
make the heart sing
restore possibility
almost opens the future
cautiously, I test hope
What ills you elicit with your mordacious tongue
shackled am I, while you trifle with my love.
You horde my affections with a cartridge of conceit
then loiter in self pity as I, wizened, exit with relief.
Written on 3/28/2017
She was a wanderer
A ferrel stray
An awkward blunder
A grave mistake
Living in shadows
Sensitive to light
Unable to grow
In the dark of night
Full of self pity
The saddest story of all
Nothing more than a kitty
Too proud to crawl
Tears are etched into my face and pillow
In the mirror I see and in self pity I wallow
Memories return from that of last night
To put it simply, the events still cause quite a fright
Put in more complex version
It was a hellish mental excursion
If life kicks you when you're down,
don't lie down and die,
pull yourself up off the ground
and punch life in the eye.
Don't wallow in self pity
and think that life's futile.
Always strive to do your best
and make your life worthwhile.
How can something once so precious be lost so easily
Nary an argument
Not even the softest of whispers
My world is filled with such shadows
Taken from "Self Pity" 09/16/2019 For Arbitrium Divisa 4 Poetry Contest
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