Private-self Poems

Private-self poems bring the best collection of short and long private-self poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great private-self rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these private-self poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on private-self are here for you.

Private Vs Private-self

Private Vs Private self short poem

I greet, I don’t wish you well. I smile, I don’t laugh I eat, I don’t indulge I pray, I am no devotee I sing, I have no harmony within I drink, I do in abundance I speak, with words

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Modern Man

Modern Man long poem

He’s a very famous actor who married an ordinary woman and while he spends his days honing his body for the kind of violent pornography they pay him to discharge, learning to compress his abdomen to crush walnuts spit out

Spring Is Here

Spring Is Here short poem

Spring, its earthy smell is everywhere Shouts of children, gleefully at play Adults too, liberated at last from playing solitaire Lakes, once frozen and cold, now awake Reflecting glimmering shards of golden light Streams freed from their icy prisons, gurgle

I still believe!

I still believe! long poem

As I remember my remedy in the natural scent of humanity, I am reminded the chewed kisses stamped on my forehead applauding my addition to the Zimbabwean population. I remember my first time drowned and dissolved in the newness of

Happiness

Happiness short poem

Happiness is a feeling which has limited space Happiness is like a water bubble never know when it burst out in tears Happiness is unexpected It mat turn into agony when expected Happiness is like burning gas never know when

Hypocrite

Hypocrite short poem

Claim that you are this, when you’re not that Telling stories with plentiful lies Social climbers, climbing ladders Trying to reach the hands of fame Gossip will you bear everywhere Even if you trespass someone’s right Low profile people did

Dvd Of My Life

Dvd Of My Life short poem

I pressed PLAY and my life began to start, The moments in my life had begun, Each minute passed by, each beat of my heart, A smile to give everyone. I pressed FAST FORWARD so desperate to see, Exactly what

Immaculacy

Immaculacy short poem

Consensual drop. White bougainvilleas were falling on green eyes, as I climb the sun. Not a loss. The seeds will carry an image of a fallen hero on the hairy chest of a spilled sperm- into the rippled lake of

Weightened Steps

Weightened Steps short poem

Between rainy days Brought by the northern wind And days trembling Under the caress of the southern, I go for a walk with my silence. I was weaning to speak- The words have lost their meaning Since there is no

Attention

Attention prose poem

I was feeling depressed as none paid attention to me I thought best way to get attention is to die & I tried I took out a long rope to hang The rope cut and I fell down I took

Wait

Wait short poem

do not go the orphean way, he thinks, friends meet as strangers on road, was the absolute absence able to find an air hole? the era of truth dawns too late; calls the windswept moon as a witness, the shuddering

Crimson Tears

Crimson Tears short poem

There’s a world of hate Outside my door And it matters not If you’re rich or poor The brave and the weak Are equally at risk From the enemy within And his evil task Horror no longer hides Behind my

Holopause

Holopause short poem

There’s a mask that everyone wears To shield who they really are inside To hide ugly scars and bury fear So none will know of his inner strife There was a nervous man He had a violently palpitating heart It

Like An Old Song

Like An Old Song short poem

Walking in mental fog, you become a swaying tree. In mistiness one becomes lonely like a blackbird. Hollyhocks would wait, till the sun comes out. December rain brings the gift― of sleet on lips. ————————————– Walking in mental fog, you

Innocence

Innocence ballad

The birds, trees, sky , and sunshine A kiss for him ’cause he’s so fine Playing on the beach, on the sand Wearing sailor striped knit clothes And holding his hand Swirling around I let go of him To smile

I V/s We

I V/s We short poem

Cannot decode the signature of fear beneath the huge eyes, serene and calm, darting right and left, like a stricken animal at frenzy. Drift we must; will seldom cross the path. Agony of existence, flying thighs, erect humps, sliding on

Beyond

Beyond short poem

Beyond life… Beyond love… I could have staked shortcuts… But preserverance stood me upright… With hope of life… Hope of love… That kept it all alive… Alive in wonders… Of painful trauma… Paralysed in thoughts… Paralysed in acts… But still

The Dawning Of The Moon Light

The Dawning Of The Moon Light short poem

The woeful world; Is transforming itself to a pale shadow of my dusking life Bright as a shimmering sunlight My homeless soul is withering with the rising moonlight. I see the gloominess of ice that surrounds my feeble unfair world

Never To Be

Never To Be long poem

We live in two different planes of existence. We travel two different paths within those planes. Our paths cross on both but unite in neither. By day we live in one plane where we work, we provide, we survive. We

Kingdom Of Peita

Kingdom Of Peita long poem

From morn to night, there I go To stand and watch few people; Who comes and go like a dream, In the little town where I dwell. Beside the fire that burns merrily I study the silent little waterfalls, As

Beauty In Imperfection

Beauty In Imperfection short poem

The hidden beauty of mistakes made truly in seeing past the scars and pain of cruelty of outside standards that dictate looks & manners. Lawless questions from lawless masters, it’s a lesson which imperfection shapes character moulding beauty into one

The Magical Beings – Humans

The Magical Beings   Humans prose poem

We do not know what we are capable of we can reap all the obstacles off we can build a big building remember how an invention made us capable of flying history has it we built the ivory symbol of

Stone

Stone ode

Stone A gust alive; a redwood dead Sleep softwood your peaceful breath A gust dies Stone in stillness; still, revealed From emptiness a gust begins, like water, carving the stone around A grain of sand, unknown, found Reach for the

Paybacks Are Hell

Paybacks Are Hell short poem

Well and Paybacks are hell aren’t they But you can’t say you didn’t have it Coming… Respect me and I’ll respect you Disrespect me and I’ll disrespect you It works both ways… Don’t make it harder on yourself now Than

On Esoteric Science

On Esoteric Science long poem

Reading esoteric science books I can foresee how a human being looks! Getting to know myself Starting to organize my bookcase shelf A visible being I am indeed Knowing the invisible me, I feel I am freed Freed from running

Love Sonnet 111

Love Sonnet 111 sonnet poems

This heart adores with feelings true and pure A lady love, so sweet, of classic mien, Discreet of ways, so subtle and demure, Yet keen to hear buds opening unseen; Or else, discern aspirations of dreams, Decipher codes in languages

The Artist

The Artist short poem

When the broken records play The grooves of profound agony, they may Watch the peace they built The piece squelched to silt. When forgotten verses cried out all the pain And the tears saw the fort fell apart To the

Just Tonight

Just Tonight short poem

Down by the river, The moon seemed to glow. Watching this beautiful scene, Time seemed to slow. The moon bounced, Off the glittering water. The crickets jounced, Through swaying grass. The only sounds were, Nightime creatures. Prior night a remote

Resolute Stagnation

Resolute Stagnation short poem

Hatred, anguish, and revenge resonate- through my soul amalgamate- with my reasons to keep going. Deceit has a stench so placid- even before interests and stalemate. Should I withdraw or keep charging? A pawn is a bait- with little leverage

Untitled

Untitled short poem

You charm me It’s all about the tricks you play Tickling my feet Splashing my hair I laugh You whisper We dance You mesmerize me How you never stop your little game, Six hours here Six hours there Back and

Hallucination!

Hallucination! long poem

I see the handsome man by my side Wrapping cold his hands around my waist Facing my view with eye to eye levels Pasting his chest against mine Clever he, for feminine my taste Smart me to twist calling it

When Past Called…

When Past Called... short poem

Past Called,A Familiar Hello, Memories that made everything Glow. Ceaseless talks, Persistent laughs, Discussing Highs and Lows On Life’s Graph. Nostalgia Hypnotizes Us, Rejoicing Life without a Fuss. Heart skips a beat, Sings A Song, Recalling times When we did

Have A Heart….

Have A Heart.... long poem

You’re standing there while her body bleeds, Desperation in her eyes, You’ve made up your mind how you should proceed, Just send her home to die. A diagnosis of which you haven’t a clue, The stigma that you attach, Just

Caffe Vita. Olympia, Wa.

Caffe Vita. Olympia, Wa. prose poem

Boundaries that keep me from you. Infinite space. We are in finite space. Spaces that grow and tremble and then contract and ripple Shattered by my brick like body, red from the sun and solid from the pressure of holding

These Voices

These Voices short poem

These voices in my head they haunt me And taunt me They tell lies To try and tie my emotions down My selfishness tries to get the better of me but I can’t let that be Was sick of people

Return Of The Poet

Return Of The Poet short poem

It is autumn grapes are bleeding. The orange color seeps into your eyes. Will you shut the green lids? You, start reading backward. Atavistic instinct to dig up the severed hands? Your house, died in the flower bed. Seeds were

A Change Of Heart

A Change Of Heart short poem

He crossed bluebells in a field Bluer than the emblem on his shield The buttercups danced in the sun Reflecting off the barrel of his gun The wind swayed the long grass And chimed the mighty bells of brass A

In The Hour Of The Northern Mockingbird

In The Hour Of The Northern Mockingbird long poem

Cashmere, super playboy cologne and a little bit of gold and silver well I’m beginning to see everything in a whole new light this rainy Monday… Yesterday was not my day but now I know everything’s gonna be alright, everything’s

Boxed People

Boxed People short poem prose poem

During one of my procrastinating sessions, I stumbled upon the similarity of people and boxes. They all come in various forms, shapes, sizes, colours and textures. The large ones, the small ones, the fat ones the tall ones, the clay

Hello Pumpkin

Hello Pumpkin ballad

Hello Pumpkin. My sweetest devoted country bumpkin. You don’t half bring the sunshine when I feel like sleeping in a fridge. Hello dearest Pumpkin in time you play the pleasant hoots from a pleasant piped piper making rats do comedy