Poems about Self Discovery
#SelfDiscovery
Poems about self discovery, poetry about gaining an understanding of ourselves and our motivations. Poems about self discovery, our journey through life and learning new things about ourselves. Poetry about appreciating our true potential and character.
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Mundus Intus Me
Souls and black holes,
haunting wide eyes,
shinier than coal.
Will never reveal
the secrets they stole.
Hearts and galaxies,
I've only just begun
to travel me.
Freedom burns in my bloodstream.
My mind and the moon,
share the intricate mystery
of the orchard's bloom.
Break me out of
yesterday's cocoon.
My smile and the sun,
warm light beams
that seek to stun.
Kindness spread
to everyone.
My dreams and the clouds,
fluffy wishes
to astound.
To despair,
I am no...
haunting wide eyes,
shinier than coal.
Will never reveal
the secrets they stole.
Hearts and galaxies,
I've only just begun
to travel me.
Freedom burns in my bloodstream.
My mind and the moon,
share the intricate mystery
of the orchard's bloom.
Break me out of
yesterday's cocoon.
My smile and the sun,
warm light beams
that seek to stun.
Kindness spread
to everyone.
My dreams and the clouds,
fluffy wishes
to astound.
To despair,
I am no...
#clouds
#dreams
#moon
#SelfDiscovery
#sun
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Random Journal Entry: Mania, Day 34
I feel savage; lonely
in my bubble of mania;
I can’t focus on you,
Or you,
Or me, or them;
I’ll shatter if I do, so it’s
head down, one foot
tripping the other;
yet I manage to land upright
…for now
I’m holding for now
my true self rejoices
at having been set free;
I had no choice
but to take the drugs
that forced her out;
she was ripping my insides
to shreds, crying herself to sleep
in a bed she made;
procrastination is a death dealer;
coming to steal away
whatever you...
in my bubble of mania;
I can’t focus on you,
Or you,
Or me, or them;
I’ll shatter if I do, so it’s
head down, one foot
tripping the other;
yet I manage to land upright
…for now
I’m holding for now
my true self rejoices
at having been set free;
I had no choice
but to take the drugs
that forced her out;
she was ripping my insides
to shreds, crying herself to sleep
in a bed she made;
procrastination is a death dealer;
coming to steal away
whatever you...
#bipolar
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
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AS I am me a writer
Here I am, as I am me as a writer of unspoken words ✍️ For let's take a few seconds to analyze, what I'm saying about a situation that affects, us all as writers of words ✍️ That being said is why do we judge someone else, by the entity that they use to showcase who they are in real life 🤨 But yet that is far from the truth, of who they really are in real life 🤨 For sometimes we hide behind a mask as a disguise, as we use an entity not to hide, behind a mask as a disguise. 😔 BUT to learn lessons on this subject of life. For sure as writers we...
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Subconscious Beliefs
For the sake of my public shadow work, I am going to uncover the things I believe. Doing this, I am going to say the first thought that comes to my mind. And trust that it's leading me somewhere.
1. Fat people are disgusting and despicable. They're only jealous bitches trying to ruin my life.
2. Atheists are going to undermine me at any moment and treat me like a child. They're hypocrites just like Christians!
3. I doubt my own spiritual experiences in the name of "logic" and pleasing atheists who really don't care about me.
4....
1. Fat people are disgusting and despicable. They're only jealous bitches trying to ruin my life.
2. Atheists are going to undermine me at any moment and treat me like a child. They're hypocrites just like Christians!
3. I doubt my own spiritual experiences in the name of "logic" and pleasing atheists who really don't care about me.
4....
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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In Between Selves
The mirror image flickers again
Like a buffering screen shorting out.
I watch ghosts of me fade away
As if I am caught in the veil
Waiting for resurrection at last.
Like a buffering screen shorting out.
I watch ghosts of me fade away
As if I am caught in the veil
Waiting for resurrection at last.
#identity
#memories
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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Evolution
I’ve been isolating, trying to figure out me, Is it wrong to enjoy the company of myself, you see? I’ve faltered in living up to others’ definition of success, But in my clarity, I’ve won in my own progress.
Isolating my mind from the outside noise, It’s eerie, the silence, when you give up the TV’s voice. No more programming, no more lies, I’m not here to wake you from your sleep, just to realize.
Researching universal thought and healing frequencies, They say conquer your mind, but fail to mention the pleas. The difficulty of vanquishing negative perception, In a world...
Isolating my mind from the outside noise, It’s eerie, the silence, when you give up the TV’s voice. No more programming, no more lies, I’m not here to wake you from your sleep, just to realize.
Researching universal thought and healing frequencies, They say conquer your mind, but fail to mention the pleas. The difficulty of vanquishing negative perception, In a world...
#learning
#PersonalGrowth
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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Take this pill whatever colour you desire
Have you ever wondered, or have you not the time to wonder,
about the nature of what is reality?
Do you know what society is, I mean really know what society is?
Society is a story we tell ourselves. A fairy tale told to children
This is society's truth, an agreed upon story, consciously retold, slightly rewritten,
then retold again and again. Just as the sun sets, so to the full moon shines.
YOU. I. SELF. We are all data fragments in a simulation, nothing more.
We grasp at the illusion like a child grasps a warm blanket. ...
about the nature of what is reality?
Do you know what society is, I mean really know what society is?
Society is a story we tell ourselves. A fairy tale told to children
This is society's truth, an agreed upon story, consciously retold, slightly rewritten,
then retold again and again. Just as the sun sets, so to the full moon shines.
YOU. I. SELF. We are all data fragments in a simulation, nothing more.
We grasp at the illusion like a child grasps a warm blanket. ...
#nature
#SelfDiscovery
#spiritual
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Designers of the Universe
There’s a secret place I like to go. It’s a berth that no one knows. There I converse with the designers of the universe, revealing the mysteries that history will never show. It’s there where I come to comprehend more of the world around me. How things come to change, starting with me.
It’s a revolution of sorts, against traditions and customs of the kind, come to think of it, it’s an insurrection of the mind. It finds new ways to resolve, to advance and evolve, it’s a special space where I can be involved, having conversations with the designers of the universe, remnants of ancient...
It’s a revolution of sorts, against traditions and customs of the kind, come to think of it, it’s an insurrection of the mind. It finds new ways to resolve, to advance and evolve, it’s a special space where I can be involved, having conversations with the designers of the universe, remnants of ancient...
#peace
#spiritual
#SelfDiscovery
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Fading into the shadows
There will come a moment in our lives that we can find ourselves, in a place that has the ability to step in your own mind. THOUGHTS and insight as it will affect you in ways, that grabs at your own thoughts and reaching, into your own subconsciousness of which there is nothing, there to see nor feel but the feel of darkness lingering in the shadows of the dark. 🌑 Yet you start to feel that you are going deeper than deep, into fading into the deepness of the shadows of the darkness. THAT it seems that there is no escaping, into deepness of the heart and spiritual soul, with it's...
#emptiness
#FeelingLost
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
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saga of transformation (pt.2)
seven long years have such haggard feet tread hostile, uneven ground.
f̸r̸i̸e̴n̴d̴s̵h̸i̵p̴s̷ ̷l̶i̶e̵ ̵i̵n̵ ̵r̵u̸i̴n̸s̷;̵ ̵s̸p̷r̷o̷u̵t̷e̴d̵ ̵f̷r̴o̸m̸ ̴s̶t̶a̶g̵n̸a̴t̵i̵o̷n̷.
one cannot build such a foundation upon a kingdom of ever shifting sand.
now wiser, laugh lines share a silent defiance of it all; the ever churning call of...
f̸r̸i̸e̴n̴d̴s̵h̸i̵p̴s̷ ̷l̶i̶e̵ ̵i̵n̵ ̵r̵u̸i̴n̸s̷;̵ ̵s̸p̷r̷o̷u̵t̷e̴d̵ ̵f̷r̴o̸m̸ ̴s̶t̶a̶g̵n̸a̴t̵i̵o̷n̷.
one cannot build such a foundation upon a kingdom of ever shifting sand.
now wiser, laugh lines share a silent defiance of it all; the ever churning call of...
#PersonalGrowth
#politics
#SelfDiscovery #SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfReflection
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Puppies
I laugh when they call me intense,
As if they know the depths
I have to give.
Only dialed in at a mere two percent,
Purring like a cat, I breathe him in,
allorubbing, weaving, through his skin.
He's intoxicated, caught in my
sway— Not many men have the
strength to say no.
I grab his card,
swipe, swipe, swipe,
Do you want me?
I ask, breath heavy, And in his eyes,
I see the hearts glow.
What I bring is more than
Cupid’s bow, A gift unwrapped,
a present aglow.
Some call it...
As if they know the depths
I have to give.
Only dialed in at a mere two percent,
Purring like a cat, I breathe him in,
allorubbing, weaving, through his skin.
He's intoxicated, caught in my
sway— Not many men have the
strength to say no.
I grab his card,
swipe, swipe, swipe,
Do you want me?
I ask, breath heavy, And in his eyes,
I see the hearts glow.
What I bring is more than
Cupid’s bow, A gift unwrapped,
a present aglow.
Some call it...
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#WritingPoetry
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The Huastec People
I see you there by the water's
edge, dear great-great-
great-great-grandmother.
Please, tell me—why have
I been sent back?
Tears rise in me, but I
fear punishment, like Sisyphus,
doomed to forever push this stone.
I no longer have the
strength for it.
So I speak to the trees,
Listen to the grass swaying
in the wind, breathe in the scent
of Mother Earth. Do you not
hear her struggle to breathe?
I read of how humans hunted the
dodo to extinction,
smashing the skulls of the
last two...
edge, dear great-great-
great-great-grandmother.
Please, tell me—why have
I been sent back?
Tears rise in me, but I
fear punishment, like Sisyphus,
doomed to forever push this stone.
I no longer have the
strength for it.
So I speak to the trees,
Listen to the grass swaying
in the wind, breathe in the scent
of Mother Earth. Do you not
hear her struggle to breathe?
I read of how humans hunted the
dodo to extinction,
smashing the skulls of the
last two...
#identity
#LifeChangingMoment
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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DU Poetry : Poems about Self Discovery