Myself Poems - Poems about Myself

...Do you want to cogitate it? He asks me. How did he know I do that? I was not cognizant of this myself. There is relief when I look up the word cogitate.......Read the rest...

...Do you want to cogitate it? He asks me. How did he know I do that? I was not cognizant of this myself. There is relief when I look up the word cogitate.......Read the rest...

...A ladder of nine rungs leads up to a loft in my home, a storehouse of memories wrapped in brown paper bags, collecting dust. Poetry books, photo albums, framed pictures of my ancestors from O......Read the rest...

...was unaware that I was in the war, Enemies surrounded, I stumbled on their traps. Somehow, managed by time and effort, For he showed his power, his strength in my defense. Facing the foes, alon......Read the rest...

...some days, i wish i liked my reflection. i wish that i didn't hesitate when saying my name, afraid of that a look will make me take it back. i wish i my name didn't feel like an alias, that i di......Read the rest...

...I AM HIS ALONE I am not given my true name FIRST let me explain My mission hear Listen to the voice of nature My Father so whisper In my mine ear His voice rings ever golden I ......Read the rest...

...I want to come back, doggy I want you to spit facts, Teacher I want some overall explaining of maths, Classmates let me introduce myself next, Mom, promise me to not relay on tests, dad no long......Read the rest...

...They don’t ever prepare you for when life gets tough to bare It’s something a lot of times one must learn themselves With the pain and loss that I carry, I must not let it weigh these wings down T......Read the rest...

...Man is the only creature that refuses to be what it is, An immortal soul trapped in mortal flesh, a dreamer wandering through unknown realms, Searching for hidden treasures and uncharted miracles u......Read the rest...

...Where should I draw the line? Will I? Want I? Can I? Do I even might?......Read the rest...

... When I moved my Autistic class from a center to Oscar Middle It was a brand new school…everything…was brand new… It was the first time in our county Autistic students would be in a regular school......Read the rest...

...Your lies are strong like coffee grounds but I can't grind them up small enough to make them go down smooth Your presence is becoming more like unexpected coffee stains Unsightly, unwanted, unbear......Read the rest...

... He knows but I myself won't tell him looking at me in sorrow Having fun with that laughter too i will never tell anyone I'm in this thought every evening What new sorrow will tomorrow Who wi......Read the rest...

...I still remember that day as if it were today The day papers were served, the day I officially walked away One may think that on that day I would have been sad But contraire monsieur, on that da......Read the rest...

...Heading towards the tall trees in the distance I start to have a feeling in the pit of my stomach It’s a feeling I couldn't seem to ignore…hunger So I headed to the ground to rectify this I swo......Read the rest...