Least Read Poems About Self Discovery
#SelfDiscovery
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GRAPEVINE COCKTAIL OF THE HEART
INGREDIENTS:
Fruits: Labor, actions, and words
Fruit punch
Smoothies
cocktail mixes: Godly Purpose & Devilish temptation syrup
Sour limes
Encircling the rooftop of my mouth
lies the natural-enticing sweet flavors of the “fruits”
of my labor, actions, and even exchanged words.
Yet, the bitter-spiked “fruit-punch smoothies,”
found in Wisdom's Mystery Recipe
Funneled and strained by God’s divine revelation
of channeled learned experience and observation,
ooze all the way down my belly
reaching the very core...
Fruits: Labor, actions, and words
Fruit punch
Smoothies
cocktail mixes: Godly Purpose & Devilish temptation syrup
Sour limes
Encircling the rooftop of my mouth
lies the natural-enticing sweet flavors of the “fruits”
of my labor, actions, and even exchanged words.
Yet, the bitter-spiked “fruit-punch smoothies,”
found in Wisdom's Mystery Recipe
Funneled and strained by God’s divine revelation
of channeled learned experience and observation,
ooze all the way down my belly
reaching the very core...
#choices
#confessional
#confusion
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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Delve
It is who I am
what I do
pursuing something true
in an ocean of lies
Is it any surprise
that I taste their salt
while fingering fault
at others as well as me
Capturing all that I see
locked fast in lines
as each word refines
itself on this sharpening stone
Allowing me to further hone
all I have to say
on a bright sunny day
or the coldest dark night
Braving now the write
strip myself bare
as I again do dare
delve deep into myself
what I do
pursuing something true
in an ocean of lies
Is it any surprise
that I taste their salt
while fingering fault
at others as well as me
Capturing all that I see
locked fast in lines
as each word refines
itself on this sharpening stone
Allowing me to further hone
all I have to say
on a bright sunny day
or the coldest dark night
Braving now the write
strip myself bare
as I again do dare
delve deep into myself
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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Season of the Soul
So what is the goal
of this season of the soul
a time to at last escape
a time to finally reflect
Beneath these barren trees
as each warm memory flees
far away from my reach
far away from any solace
Perhaps a chance to reconnect
with all that I did deflect
these things I still avoid
that still avoid me
Long hours spent alone
truly set the solemn tone
for the poet quest
for a pursuit of verity
With nothing left to lose
I am now free to choose
the words I long to...
of this season of the soul
a time to at last escape
a time to finally reflect
Beneath these barren trees
as each warm memory flees
far away from my reach
far away from any solace
Perhaps a chance to reconnect
with all that I did deflect
these things I still avoid
that still avoid me
Long hours spent alone
truly set the solemn tone
for the poet quest
for a pursuit of verity
With nothing left to lose
I am now free to choose
the words I long to...
#winter
#spiritual
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#SelfDiscovery
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Labyrinthian
How then to finally define
the path of each and every line
lines written
lines then at last recited
how to then invite the uninvited
these ever-ambling words
that swirl about within the dark night
remain still obtuse to any real write
while I follow this path deep within
not knowing where it will go
nor all that it will show
when the poem dares to end
the path of each and every line
lines written
lines then at last recited
how to then invite the uninvited
these ever-ambling words
that swirl about within the dark night
remain still obtuse to any real write
while I follow this path deep within
not knowing where it will go
nor all that it will show
when the poem dares to end
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#travel
#SelfDiscovery
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Poem Quest
With a goal to embrace my best
I now pursue this poet quest
venture out far into the void
resavor all that I once enjoyed
For moments in pure solitude
resonate again with such gratitude
for these gifts I now receive
for these losses I still do grieve
While I walk barefoot on the trail
with each new step I may regale
hear Great Spirit then call
once more revealing all
Beneath these sequoia trees
I listen to the forest breeze
share its poetry with me
along with the secret of being free
...
I now pursue this poet quest
venture out far into the void
resavor all that I once enjoyed
For moments in pure solitude
resonate again with such gratitude
for these gifts I now receive
for these losses I still do grieve
While I walk barefoot on the trail
with each new step I may regale
hear Great Spirit then call
once more revealing all
Beneath these sequoia trees
I listen to the forest breeze
share its poetry with me
along with the secret of being free
...
#nature
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfDiscovery
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Across the Middle Sea
Can you hear me across the waves
feel how the heaving tide still saves
its secrets for the quiet of night
to help usher in each poetic write
For I am a traveler to many lands
one who truly still understands
the nature of the world
beyond every chart then unfurled
From highest low to lowest high
I have been where sea meets sky
where wonders never seen
share all there is to glean
So, I continue to make my way
eastward for another day
setting another windswept course
throwing overboard all...
feel how the heaving tide still saves
its secrets for the quiet of night
to help usher in each poetic write
For I am a traveler to many lands
one who truly still understands
the nature of the world
beyond every chart then unfurled
From highest low to lowest high
I have been where sea meets sky
where wonders never seen
share all there is to glean
So, I continue to make my way
eastward for another day
setting another windswept course
throwing overboard all...
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#travel
#SelfDiscovery
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Unending Quest
How does one seek to find
oneself in a world so blind
from all it does not know
while these wicked winds blow
When even solitude is so loud
with its overgrown crowd
drowning out every thought
with this progress we all bought
Soaring skyscrapers in the sky
cannot ever truly fly
lift us up to a phony perch
but still blind us in our search
That is why I have come here
where only Nature is now near
where each dusting of fresh snow
shares all that it does know
Making my...
oneself in a world so blind
from all it does not know
while these wicked winds blow
When even solitude is so loud
with its overgrown crowd
drowning out every thought
with this progress we all bought
Soaring skyscrapers in the sky
cannot ever truly fly
lift us up to a phony perch
but still blind us in our search
That is why I have come here
where only Nature is now near
where each dusting of fresh snow
shares all that it does know
Making my...
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
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Such Wide Horizons
How limitless they still are
well beyond my sight
be they near or ever far
in busy day or dreamful night
With so many miles to go
on both land and by sea
on this quest to come to know
these truths inside of me
Deep lessons to then learn
how to calm this inner violence
an inner peace to then earn
within the vastness of silence
While I go to these extremes
coming to truly embrace
the beauty of these dreams
the wonder of every place
All around this unbounded world
from...
well beyond my sight
be they near or ever far
in busy day or dreamful night
With so many miles to go
on both land and by sea
on this quest to come to know
these truths inside of me
Deep lessons to then learn
how to calm this inner violence
an inner peace to then earn
within the vastness of silence
While I go to these extremes
coming to truly embrace
the beauty of these dreams
the wonder of every place
All around this unbounded world
from...
#confessional
#nature
#SelfDiscovery
#travel
#WritingPoetry
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Rainfall
I find my self
when I lose myself
listening to the rain
let it now explain
All of these many things
carried upon poetic wings
trails of wet ink...
always leading me to think
But even more to feel
raw feelings I conceal
once buried so very deep
yet still they manage to seep
Into the words that I write
eclipsing the dark night
with a sense of plunder
a sense of wonder
With so much to say ...
when I lose myself
listening to the rain
let it now explain
All of these many things
carried upon poetic wings
trails of wet ink...
always leading me to think
But even more to feel
raw feelings I conceal
once buried so very deep
yet still they manage to seep
Into the words that I write
eclipsing the dark night
with a sense of plunder
a sense of wonder
With so much to say ...
#rain
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfDiscovery
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The Poet Path
In the steps of Sexton and Plath
I follow this poet path
one of broken glass
one of strewn thorns
As each step still warns
that which lies ahead
will finally tell its truth
secrets kept since youth
Rays of golden sun
battles fought then won
with only myself
leave a mortal scar
A bridge still too far
with this river to cross
this river of deep loss
flows only with what it knows
So, I remain upon the shore
yearning for something...
I follow this poet path
one of broken glass
one of strewn thorns
As each step still warns
that which lies ahead
will finally tell its truth
secrets kept since youth
Rays of golden sun
battles fought then won
with only myself
leave a mortal scar
A bridge still too far
with this river to cross
this river of deep loss
flows only with what it knows
So, I remain upon the shore
yearning for something...
#confessional
#SylviaPlath
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfDiscovery
#AnneSexton
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The Moment
It lies in between each breath
in between this life and death
a true moment of verity
as eternal as it is brief
For the future and past
seek always to outlast
supplant the present
up on its thin curtained stage
Where memories and dreams
drift along poetic streams
full of regret and dread
trying to steal the very now
...
in between this life and death
a true moment of verity
as eternal as it is brief
For the future and past
seek always to outlast
supplant the present
up on its thin curtained stage
Where memories and dreams
drift along poetic streams
full of regret and dread
trying to steal the very now
...
#identity
#spiritual
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#SelfDiscovery
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Darling Starling
I hear your light song
echoing all along
the narrow Maltese streets
carried upon the sea breeze
Songs of true joy
laced with bit of woe
just to help me to know
I have come to the right place
This place to remember
this place to forget
my luggage filled with regret
set it down on the ground
As I look to the sea
to once more inspire me
to follow the sun
as it crosses a sapphire sky
Perhaps catch an impetuous wave
allow it now again save
me from myself
leave...
echoing all along
the narrow Maltese streets
carried upon the sea breeze
Songs of true joy
laced with bit of woe
just to help me to know
I have come to the right place
This place to remember
this place to forget
my luggage filled with regret
set it down on the ground
As I look to the sea
to once more inspire me
to follow the sun
as it crosses a sapphire sky
Perhaps catch an impetuous wave
allow it now again save
me from myself
leave...
#confessional
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#travel
#SelfDiscovery
10 reads
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Self Discovery