For all my poets out there: Give me your best poem!!?

Question

I'm so self conscience
more than a Kanye verse


This is how I feel about myself
To be honest with you I don't know where it all began


I remember when I was younger and carefree, I would be oblivious to negativity that surrounded me


But now it doesn't just surround me it's inside of me
I look at myself in a completely different light


there are so many insecurities I have in my life
From the way I talk, To the way I dress and look


The world can see my self doubt like I'm a open book
this is why the tears stream down my cheek


Stared at and critiqued by others, every inch of me
Confidence is something I fake, to mask the uneasiness
I feel inside


The beauty inside and out of me I've always tried to see
Does my weave and designer clothes make me beautiful or is it something more?
Maybe if I was close to a size four

Sterotyped, and easily put into a group

Timid and bemused

I wonder in your eyes, what kind of person I seem to you

Not my best work...just a sample...Now give me one of yours...(and feedback on mines)

Answer 1

Be Gone!

Be gone! For good
You filthy whore,
I wish to hear
Of you no more.
I take no part
In your distress,
And know you know
Your life’s a mess.

You sell your soul
And cry out rape!
Betray your kin
And then escape.
Tear out the hearts
Of your three boys,
Appease them with
Meaningless toys.

My conscience is
As clear as day,
Your arguments
Do hold no sway.
Contradictions
And lies and hate,
Low-life morals
Do Procreate.

I’m sick to death
Of tears for self,
Tormenting cries
Mental un-health.
Contradictory
Morals and lies,
Two-faced values
And wolf cries.

Your life’s laid out
Here on display,
For all to see
How you betray,
Sons and husbands
Siblings and more,
I hope you die
You f***ing whore!

Answer 2

I dont often post poetry here, but this morning I feel like making an exception...

Just more bad emo poetry
From kids who just dont want to see
That poetry must have some flow
Otherwise it just don't go
Is being emo required of teens
Issued to them - along with jeans?
Is this really all there is?
A nation of pissed off, angry kids?
I'd love to hear some more
But I so easily bore...
And so i say to you
With ennui, adieu.

Pax - C

Answer 3

That was beautiful. I'll give a sample of mine....

Caught up, in something like
fear.
No more torment, I say.
Freed from the thing
inside of me.
I want to go out,
be out
scream for the joy in me.
I want to be me
again.
Freed from the prevention
of free.

Answer 4

Not bad. A little inconsistent with its grammatical components in a few spots, but nothing major that I can't work out for my own. In publication, it would need to be fixed.

One day,
I met
a man
who held
a sign
that reads,
I am
Art.

Answer 5

My Eyes Will Be Watching


When we are apart,
look to the sky,
see my eyes?

See how they glitter?

Like Argus, the never sleeping,
they watch over you,
until I can return to your side.

They are your protection.

Look to them, my love.
They are my pledge and promise
of eternal adoration.

Go now, my one,
and seek your bed,
rest in peace.

My eyes will be watching.

Answer 6

Very good Persiphone... You sounded just like Jake LaMotta there. LOL

"It was YOU Chaaaalie!!!"

Answer 7

You look to me for ideas and such;
Your mind dried up and out to lunch.
Find your way your own darn self;
My ideas are mine and no one else.
If there is a profit to be made;
Some thoughtful ground work to still be laid;
My ideas i will share with none;
So buy the book don't steal it son.
Hows that....Ten points please.

Answer 8

in your search for sincerity before going too far
look to yourself to see where you are

if you look close enough i'm sure you will find
sincerity starts with honesty of mind