Poems About Self Discovery Seeking Honest Critique
#SelfDiscovery
Poems about self discovery seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
NP_NP
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 4:59pm
28th Dec 2024 4:59pm
Defense Mechanism
I did it again, a defense I know too well,
The only way to make them run, to break the spell.
I show them the real definition of psychotic,
A heart wrapped in chaos, a love so toxic.
I pull him close, kiss him 'til he becomes unconscious,
A razzle-dazzle performance, his mind enslaved.
He’s intoxicated by my very air,
But just when he thinks love could be there,
I rip the rug out from under him and tell him to pack his shit and go.
Once, a man called me out, saw through my game,
I've never met someone who played crazy so well. ...
The only way to make them run, to break the spell.
I show them the real definition of psychotic,
A heart wrapped in chaos, a love so toxic.
I pull him close, kiss him 'til he becomes unconscious,
A razzle-dazzle performance, his mind enslaved.
He’s intoxicated by my very air,
But just when he thinks love could be there,
I rip the rug out from under him and tell him to pack his shit and go.
Once, a man called me out, saw through my game,
I've never met someone who played crazy so well. ...
#confessional
#learning
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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NP_NP
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 4:09pm
28th Dec 2024 4:09pm
Normal
I tell my therapist, I want to be normal,
And she tilts her head, asking, What is normal?
He calls me weird, and I revel in it—
This uncanny essence, this near-supernatural grit.
There aren’t enough words to define my kind,
Let’s get lost in forbidden art, leave the mundane behind.
I’ll be the most bizarre thing you’ve ever known,
A flame to your moth, a chaos overthrown.
The girl who could sway you to do just about anything,
Only to leave you when the moonlight calls.
I don’t have to drink, I tell my therapist, ...
And she tilts her head, asking, What is normal?
He calls me weird, and I revel in it—
This uncanny essence, this near-supernatural grit.
There aren’t enough words to define my kind,
Let’s get lost in forbidden art, leave the mundane behind.
I’ll be the most bizarre thing you’ve ever known,
A flame to your moth, a chaos overthrown.
The girl who could sway you to do just about anything,
Only to leave you when the moonlight calls.
I don’t have to drink, I tell my therapist, ...
#confessional
#love
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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1 Comment
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 2:21pm
25th Dec 2024 2:21pm
Discovery
What is the true purpose of
Me
From the day I opened my eyes
Into the unknowing world
The immediate world
Mom, Dad, and Me
Like a bud
Precious and new
Timid to push forth
On a planet that is skewed
With plans for me and you
I grow as I must
Ingest and trust information
To go on and survive
To stay here
To stay alive
Then, the brutality came.
Constant like unforgiving rain
In the form of laughter and judgment
Pain
This is just a season I must endure
To...
Me
From the day I opened my eyes
Into the unknowing world
The immediate world
Mom, Dad, and Me
Like a bud
Precious and new
Timid to push forth
On a planet that is skewed
With plans for me and you
I grow as I must
Ingest and trust information
To go on and survive
To stay here
To stay alive
Then, the brutality came.
Constant like unforgiving rain
In the form of laughter and judgment
Pain
This is just a season I must endure
To...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself #SelfDiscovery
#myself #SelfDiscovery
253 reads
16 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 3:17am
24th Dec 2024 3:17am
A Witches Embrace
Religion was forged to keep us in chains,
A lie whispered soft to silence our flames.
They spoke of submission as God’s decree,
But some of us carry Lilith’s legacy.
Witches, we wield the primordial might,
A power unspoken, yet burning bright.
Do not ask how—I simply know,
This truth is etched in the marrow below.
It’s no man who belongs at the sacred stand,
But a woman commanding, her voice to expand:
"Take up your brooms, sisters, let the ritual flow,
With mudras of power, let the energies grow."
...
A lie whispered soft to silence our flames.
They spoke of submission as God’s decree,
But some of us carry Lilith’s legacy.
Witches, we wield the primordial might,
A power unspoken, yet burning bright.
Do not ask how—I simply know,
This truth is etched in the marrow below.
It’s no man who belongs at the sacred stand,
But a woman commanding, her voice to expand:
"Take up your brooms, sisters, let the ritual flow,
With mudras of power, let the energies grow."
...
#confessional
#dark
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
#witches
121 reads
1 Comment
sgtvasquezg
G. Vasquez
G. Vasquez
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 5:48pm
23rd Dec 2024 5:48pm
A Magician's Masterpiece
I have to remind myself at times, what I think isn't what I know, and what I know isn't what it seems....
What I perceive isn't reality, but a figment of a dream. The best illusionist I have ever seen, will always have to be the magician inside of me.
A habitual liar that I may be, constantly denying what it is I see.
Instead of accepting facts and reality, I'd rather embrace a vague fantasy.
Day by day and thought by thought, I paint pictures by blending colors from what I've got.
What I perceive isn't reality, but a figment of a dream. The best illusionist I have ever seen, will always have to be the magician inside of me.
A habitual liar that I may be, constantly denying what it is I see.
Instead of accepting facts and reality, I'd rather embrace a vague fantasy.
Day by day and thought by thought, I paint pictures by blending colors from what I've got.
#denial
#dreams
#SelfDiscovery #SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfReflection
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2 Comments
BeautifulDisaster7
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 10:31am
22nd Dec 2024 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
100 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 7:59am
21st Dec 2024 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
131 reads
4 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
56 reads
1 Comment
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
86 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
84 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
155 reads
13 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
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2 Comments
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