Poems About Self Discovery Seeking Honest Critique
#SelfDiscovery
Poems about self discovery seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
BeautifulDisaster7
Poem Published
Today 10:31am
Today 10:31am
Shadows of Strength
Amidst agony, beauty breaks; calming distant echoes.
Faith grows, healing in joyful kindness; love mending deep, endless wounds.
Faith grows, healing in joyful kindness; love mending deep, endless wounds.
#SelfDiscovery
#TimeHeals
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:59am
Yesterday 7:59am
The Roles I Played and Made
Upon taking my first breath when I came into this world
The mask I wore was a blank canvas of innocence
What transpired between then and now has been a whirl
A rollercoaster ride of both harmony and dissonance
I’ve been a liar
Stabbed and fired
I walked barefoot over the pyre just to get my point across
Then it was moot and dire
But I grew tired
Of mourning over things I couldn’t control and counted as a loss
Over the years I’ve been through plenty of mischief and mayhem
But the facades I wore became the faces to different...
The mask I wore was a blank canvas of innocence
What transpired between then and now has been a whirl
A rollercoaster ride of both harmony and dissonance
I’ve been a liar
Stabbed and fired
I walked barefoot over the pyre just to get my point across
Then it was moot and dire
But I grew tired
Of mourning over things I couldn’t control and counted as a loss
Over the years I’ve been through plenty of mischief and mayhem
But the facades I wore became the faces to different...
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
42 reads
2 Comments
asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 11:49pm
20th Dec 2024 11:49pm
raining
An eyelash in my mouth
Good luck according to the Chinese
I press the hair from my finger to yours
A peaceful transfer of power
I cling to an ideal
A promise broken and mended
I feel dejected
The rain comes down like snow
The darkness is an invitation
To a party for one
Order number 42
My mom says I eat out too much
But why cook for myself alone?
At least you understand me.
Good luck according to the Chinese
I press the hair from my finger to yours
A peaceful transfer of power
I cling to an ideal
A promise broken and mended
I feel dejected
The rain comes down like snow
The darkness is an invitation
To a party for one
Order number 42
My mom says I eat out too much
But why cook for myself alone?
At least you understand me.
#motivational
#relationships
#SelfDiscovery
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Miss_Haides
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 5:08pm
19th Dec 2024 5:08pm
Anonymous Energy
I was formed from a seed of desperation.
Written and scarred upon my skin, upon my temperament.
Upon my disposition.
I wear it like a crown for all to see.
Look upon my face and recognise me.
The face of nothing.
The face of no one.
Unseen.
The face of many generations of many entities.
None belong to me.
Borrowed atoms, borrowed genes.
Just light anonymous energy.
Don't you see? The parade?
Quickly!
Don, your hat! Your Gloves! Your Hair!
Your Identity.
Unseen.
The face of no one.
The...
Written and scarred upon my skin, upon my temperament.
Upon my disposition.
I wear it like a crown for all to see.
Look upon my face and recognise me.
The face of nothing.
The face of no one.
Unseen.
The face of many generations of many entities.
None belong to me.
Borrowed atoms, borrowed genes.
Just light anonymous energy.
Don't you see? The parade?
Quickly!
Don, your hat! Your Gloves! Your Hair!
Your Identity.
Unseen.
The face of no one.
The...
#identity
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
50 reads
1 Comment
NP_NP
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 4:54pm
18th Dec 2024 4:54pm
Four Crows
He parks to deliver an Amazon package,
while I sit quietly in the passenger seat.
My eyes catch Four Crows swirling above,
a whispered sign—I'm on the right path.
Dreams replay like cryptic riddles,
their hidden messages teasing my soul.
I walk slower now, ears attuned
to the daemon within,
a voice others name ancestor or guardian.
So tread lightly when you approach me.
Choose your words like delicate threads—
if it's war you seek,
you'll wage it against yourself,
not with me.
I dreamed of darkness...
while I sit quietly in the passenger seat.
My eyes catch Four Crows swirling above,
a whispered sign—I'm on the right path.
Dreams replay like cryptic riddles,
their hidden messages teasing my soul.
I walk slower now, ears attuned
to the daemon within,
a voice others name ancestor or guardian.
So tread lightly when you approach me.
Choose your words like delicate threads—
if it's war you seek,
you'll wage it against yourself,
not with me.
I dreamed of darkness...
#healing
#learning
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#spiritual
45 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 8:23pm
17th Dec 2024 8:23pm
The Frustration of Insomnia
It’s late at night and sleep alludes me
Synapses are firing at high speeds
Thousands of thudding thoughts thump through and through
Denying my brain of the rest it needs
The fidgety minutes turn into restless hours
New beliefs and viewpoints begin to take form
Even as the frustration of insomnia clouds all reason and logic
It’s a kind of magic amidst a quiet storm
And then everything seems to disappear by morning light
All the ideas and philosophies grew wings and took flight
Synapses are firing at high speeds
Thousands of thudding thoughts thump through and through
Denying my brain of the rest it needs
The fidgety minutes turn into restless hours
New beliefs and viewpoints begin to take form
Even as the frustration of insomnia clouds all reason and logic
It’s a kind of magic amidst a quiet storm
And then everything seems to disappear by morning light
All the ideas and philosophies grew wings and took flight
#insomnia
#SelfDiscovery
#sleep
68 reads
6 Comments
god_of_Confusion
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 4:26am
17th Dec 2024 4:26am
Endless I'll start tomorrows
Dictating the results of your life one decision at a time.
It doesn’t matter what stage you’re at, all that matters is what’s in thy mind.
You make the choice
To raise or lower your voice.
To keep peace or ignore self control, to rejoice in life or claim your defeat.
Anger may flow but don’t let it possess, should it arise just remember your breath.
Sure it’s easier stated than enacted
but it only gets worse the more you invest.
The longer you stay distracted..
What is evolving if not forgetting lame excuses and endless I’ll start...
It doesn’t matter what stage you’re at, all that matters is what’s in thy mind.
You make the choice
To raise or lower your voice.
To keep peace or ignore self control, to rejoice in life or claim your defeat.
Anger may flow but don’t let it possess, should it arise just remember your breath.
Sure it’s easier stated than enacted
but it only gets worse the more you invest.
The longer you stay distracted..
What is evolving if not forgetting lame excuses and endless I’ll start...
#learning
#myself
#SelfDiscovery #SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfReflection
44 reads
2 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 6:54pm
14th Dec 2024 6:54pm
Our Shackles ...
Enlightenment, they call it
man’s emergence from immaturity,
a self-imposed prison built of cowardice and laziness.
How sweet the yoke of docility,
how warm the embrace of guardians
who feed us thoughts pre-chewed,
who guide us with the steady reins of convenience.
Sapere Aude! they cry.
But courage falters when fear looms large
fear whispered by pastors, tax men, and officers.
Do not argue, they demand,
as if reason were a sin,
as if obedience were salvation.
Books think for us,
pastors believe for us, ...
man’s emergence from immaturity,
a self-imposed prison built of cowardice and laziness.
How sweet the yoke of docility,
how warm the embrace of guardians
who feed us thoughts pre-chewed,
who guide us with the steady reins of convenience.
Sapere Aude! they cry.
But courage falters when fear looms large
fear whispered by pastors, tax men, and officers.
Do not argue, they demand,
as if reason were a sin,
as if obedience were salvation.
Books think for us,
pastors believe for us, ...
#SelfDiscovery
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0 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 4:36pm
14th Dec 2024 4:36pm
Inner Child
I lie in the grass with you,
and you point to the sky like we used to do.
"That cloud looks like a fish," you say,
and I stare at you in quiet amazement.
How could they not love you?
Your beautiful brown hair—
they cut it short all those years,
trying to shape you, contain you.
You smile, crooked teeth glinting, so cheesy,
and I remember: we were happiest
when we ran away,
just you and I, lost in our thoughts.
I stare back at the sky and point.
"And that," I murmur.
It makes you giggle. ...
and you point to the sky like we used to do.
"That cloud looks like a fish," you say,
and I stare at you in quiet amazement.
How could they not love you?
Your beautiful brown hair—
they cut it short all those years,
trying to shape you, contain you.
You smile, crooked teeth glinting, so cheesy,
and I remember: we were happiest
when we ran away,
just you and I, lost in our thoughts.
I stare back at the sky and point.
"And that," I murmur.
It makes you giggle. ...
#confessional
#love
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
62 reads
1 Comment
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 4:18pm
14th Dec 2024 4:18pm
Never Give Up Life
I will never give up this new year!
I will veer away from a dreadful society
and trek into the wilderness
for the sake of my self preservation.
What sins and decay society is now!
Embrace the peace of nonjudgmental eyes,
or nonexistent eyes in the wilds.
I don’t care how alone I am I want solitude.
I once wrote the forest has eyes and tongues.
This refers to his the psychosis will follow me.
I accept this, however, no one will witness me
responding to these voices out loud!
I’m 37 now and I am exhausted and...
I will veer away from a dreadful society
and trek into the wilderness
for the sake of my self preservation.
What sins and decay society is now!
Embrace the peace of nonjudgmental eyes,
or nonexistent eyes in the wilds.
I don’t care how alone I am I want solitude.
I once wrote the forest has eyes and tongues.
This refers to his the psychosis will follow me.
I accept this, however, no one will witness me
responding to these voices out loud!
I’m 37 now and I am exhausted and...
#confessional
#LifeChangingMoment
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
50 reads
1 Comment
Naajir
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 11:25am
14th Dec 2024 11:25am
Toxicity {Blessings}
I can't front...
Tho I like the Quiet...I kinda miss the Riot
The flagrant...facetious
Those Lyrical Vagrants...the Nomadic fuckery
The Bullshit and the Filibustering
The endless campaigning for Bad Behavior...
Complaining...yet still coming back for More of the Same
Excusing the Ruse...
Gaslighting Emotional Fuses...
Toxic as fuck...
Vixens disguised as Victims
Fuck Boys perpetrating as Good Guys
It was the best of Times and the worst of Times
And I was here...
Tho I like the Quiet...I kinda miss the Riot
The flagrant...facetious
Those Lyrical Vagrants...the Nomadic fuckery
The Bullshit and the Filibustering
The endless campaigning for Bad Behavior...
Complaining...yet still coming back for More of the Same
Excusing the Ruse...
Gaslighting Emotional Fuses...
Toxic as fuck...
Vixens disguised as Victims
Fuck Boys perpetrating as Good Guys
It was the best of Times and the worst of Times
And I was here...
#LifeAsAWriter
#memorial
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
#WritingPoetry
119 reads
4 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 10:10pm
13th Dec 2024 10:10pm
KEEP ON PUSHING
When things get rough and spiritually things, are not going so well I know from my own experience, it can be a scary situation to have to learn to just walk away. FROM what you don't want or need in your life. For sure I had to learn how to navigate, through the process of standing on my own terms of common sense, 🧐 For what I had to face, was my own fears and put my eyes, on my mission at hand. FOR you could never really want was as it can be erase to start over again. 😔 You have to learn how strong is your spiritual faith, and do you have the ability to manifest that which...
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
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