Self Reflection Poems
#SelfReflection
Poems about self reflection, where we contemplate our own personality and behaviour. Self aware poems engaging in introspection and meditation.
ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
Today 5:02pm
Today 5:02pm
Cripple
Refine character, calibrate the words to the heart
Finding new ways to say the same things
Till my apologies ring true enough to entreat redemption
When I plead my case to my heart to make believe
Am I a good man or just good at pretending to be?
Detriments of default settings
These compromised foundations
I rebuild to fortify lest the cracks work their way to the surface
Pin the tale on the jack ass
Following these threads I leave like clues to unearth a web of confessions
Interrogated by conscience
Balancing out the...
Finding new ways to say the same things
Till my apologies ring true enough to entreat redemption
When I plead my case to my heart to make believe
Am I a good man or just good at pretending to be?
Detriments of default settings
These compromised foundations
I rebuild to fortify lest the cracks work their way to the surface
Pin the tale on the jack ass
Following these threads I leave like clues to unearth a web of confessions
Interrogated by conscience
Balancing out the...
#faith
#forgiveness
#redemption
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
Today 7:44am
Today 7:44am
In foster care...
At thirteen, I was in foster care...
out in the country with a kind older couple
named Hank and Ellen who never abused me.
I was fed three times a day! I always finished my plate.
I had a room of my own...first time!
They bought me new clothes that fit me
and they were always clean and smelled outdoorsy.
Did I mention they never abused me?
I could run and play. Stare at clouds. I helped
collect eggs from the chicken coop. I had a kitten named Tiny and I even had a favorite tree!!! Nice!
NO ONE HIT ME OR TOUCHED ME THERE! Nicer! ...
out in the country with a kind older couple
named Hank and Ellen who never abused me.
I was fed three times a day! I always finished my plate.
I had a room of my own...first time!
They bought me new clothes that fit me
and they were always clean and smelled outdoorsy.
Did I mention they never abused me?
I could run and play. Stare at clouds. I helped
collect eggs from the chicken coop. I had a kitten named Tiny and I even had a favorite tree!!! Nice!
NO ONE HIT ME OR TOUCHED ME THERE! Nicer! ...
#happiness
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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1 Comment
Shon
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:27pm
Yesterday 10:27pm
The Fairies in the Fog
Walking home last night.
A fog eliminated the view.
Replacing all colours with a grey hue.
Tabula rasa moment.
I'm in the zone.
My mind thoughts & words mingle.
In that place, jumbled yet unformed.
Words painting visual imagines.
Of eclectic hues and colours.
Sky and clouds became a canvas.
Primed in gray tones.
Silhouettes back lit by street lights.
The world desaturated.
Devoid of colour.
Gray on grey on gray.
No recall of the thoughts. ...
A fog eliminated the view.
Replacing all colours with a grey hue.
Tabula rasa moment.
I'm in the zone.
My mind thoughts & words mingle.
In that place, jumbled yet unformed.
Words painting visual imagines.
Of eclectic hues and colours.
Sky and clouds became a canvas.
Primed in gray tones.
Silhouettes back lit by street lights.
The world desaturated.
Devoid of colour.
Gray on grey on gray.
No recall of the thoughts. ...
#gratitude
#hope
#redemption
#SelfReflection
#fairies
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:45pm
Yesterday 1:45pm
Don't let time fool you
Another night and all I can do is sit & be silent
Silence has become my life filter
I figure if you can't deal with them, then deal with yourself
If you can't deal with yourself, then do the best you can
Not to let time fool you into doing something stupid
Like living forever
Like giving in and stopping your heart
Like going to them and looking for some part of yourself
I can tell you
It doesn't exist
Silence has become my life filter
I figure if you can't deal with them, then deal with yourself
If you can't deal with yourself, then do the best you can
Not to let time fool you into doing something stupid
Like living forever
Like giving in and stopping your heart
Like going to them and looking for some part of yourself
I can tell you
It doesn't exist
#identity
#philosophical
#SelfReflection #silence
#SelfReflection #silence
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Everavalon
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 10:43pm
28th Dec 2024 10:43pm
Desert rose
Perchance, the moon grips the shadows of the crestfallen ‘neath the winds that feather these scars
Where the silhouette beneath me is tattered—
and shunned by the light that tethers its shroud to my stride
These morose souvenirs that disfigure my pace
These unorthodox philosophies that fuse my feet to the soil
In vivid youth, I was writ of the menacing swirl of rebellion that wicked fate to my heels
inflicting pain upon others to inhale their fear
Scribing stigma to my brow
O’ the guilt has befallen
These wounds that were...
Where the silhouette beneath me is tattered—
and shunned by the light that tethers its shroud to my stride
These morose souvenirs that disfigure my pace
These unorthodox philosophies that fuse my feet to the soil
In vivid youth, I was writ of the menacing swirl of rebellion that wicked fate to my heels
inflicting pain upon others to inhale their fear
Scribing stigma to my brow
O’ the guilt has befallen
These wounds that were...
#SelfReflection
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4 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 8:22pm
28th Dec 2024 8:22pm
utterly
dwindling thought withering in context
my mind ceases in ideas and gets angry
withdrawing from the lense
I don't wish to be observed
shaken epiphany I am cut off
from who I used to be
evolving utterly different
I wonder did that version of me die out of necessity
keening hope she was so beautiful
she was not me but I share her memories
grief burdens me, I wonder did I kill her, one thought at a time
drain her essence and discard her in the past
the present knows only me
it's a curious thing, I...
my mind ceases in ideas and gets angry
withdrawing from the lense
I don't wish to be observed
shaken epiphany I am cut off
from who I used to be
evolving utterly different
I wonder did that version of me die out of necessity
keening hope she was so beautiful
she was not me but I share her memories
grief burdens me, I wonder did I kill her, one thought at a time
drain her essence and discard her in the past
the present knows only me
it's a curious thing, I...
#confessional
#identity
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
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2 Comments
NP_NP
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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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 11:07am
28th Dec 2024 11:07am
Multiples
If I were a mirror...
the repeated abuse shattered me
into five known fragments -
all created to serve and protect!
Paula was born to an evil bitch
named Margaret after the actress
who played the wicked witch
of the west in the Wizard of Oz.
By age four, her mother was with
an evil counterpart who raped and
beat Paula who could do no right.
Unknowingly Paula created Angel.
Angel tried to be perfect and always
anticipated the needs, wants and
digusting desires of the adults around her -
to minimize...
the repeated abuse shattered me
into five known fragments -
all created to serve and protect!
Paula was born to an evil bitch
named Margaret after the actress
who played the wicked witch
of the west in the Wizard of Oz.
By age four, her mother was with
an evil counterpart who raped and
beat Paula who could do no right.
Unknowingly Paula created Angel.
Angel tried to be perfect and always
anticipated the needs, wants and
digusting desires of the adults around her -
to minimize...
#SelfReflection
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 9:43am
28th Dec 2024 9:43am
Alchemy
I'm never going to write a book; never going to become an artist/writer of the highest order; never going to be wealthy; it's never been my soul's path nor personal desire at that.... I feel I'm one of the few who just have happened to "slip through the cracks"(into this matrix)- and simply absorbs what my soul gravitates to....(enough to keep my self "intact")"as to not become completely "void of life"-like as if "pronounced legitimately dead on the inside"- though at times I feel the borderline is there....
...
...
#healing
#philosophical
#SelfReflection #spiritual
#SelfReflection #spiritual
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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 6:48pm
27th Dec 2024 6:48pm
All I Wanted For Christmas
Not a single present in the
cold shabby apartment
in the nasty fucking world -
full of horrid evil people!
No Christmas tree or fruitcake.
No fancy fucking food at all...
for the molested one (me).
No cookies or pie!
Dump the spoiled milk down the drain...
and drink the coffee black. FUCK FUCK FUCK!
Smell my own stink as you must
have nakedness to wash. NOT TODAY!
Nightmares bundle me...
paralyze me! RAPE ME!
Holidays were always always always the worst!
Menstruation week. Just bloody figures! ...
cold shabby apartment
in the nasty fucking world -
full of horrid evil people!
No Christmas tree or fruitcake.
No fancy fucking food at all...
for the molested one (me).
No cookies or pie!
Dump the spoiled milk down the drain...
and drink the coffee black. FUCK FUCK FUCK!
Smell my own stink as you must
have nakedness to wash. NOT TODAY!
Nightmares bundle me...
paralyze me! RAPE ME!
Holidays were always always always the worst!
Menstruation week. Just bloody figures! ...
#SelfReflection
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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 6:15pm
27th Dec 2024 6:15pm
A (to f**king) Z
Agoraphobic
BITCH!
CUNT!
Dicksucker
Edgy
Fucked
Gloomy
Hateful
in need of love
Jaded
Knockers
Lame
Morbid
Nasty
Obscene
Pissed on
Quicktempered
Repugnant
Sad
Tragic
Ugly
Volatile
Weary
X-rated
Yearning
Zero
BITCH!
CUNT!
Dicksucker
Edgy
Fucked
Gloomy
Hateful
in need of love
Jaded
Knockers
Lame
Morbid
Nasty
Obscene
Pissed on
Quicktempered
Repugnant
Sad
Tragic
Ugly
Volatile
Weary
X-rated
Yearning
Zero
#SelfReflection
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Everavalon
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 10:03pm
26th Dec 2024 10:03pm
Fairest soul
Fairest soul writ in the scroll
To fringe the clearest mind
Airy as lace
In measured pace
To probe the polished rind
But a slip of the knee
In lieu of thee
Has bent the standard fare
I fuss and I drone
my thoughts all unsown
To rust in ill-repair
Too stringent of jest
To bear on the chest
And crimp the errant calls
A margin of sin
We wear within
To shun the one who falls
A layer of crust
Built up from the dust
To protect the delicate soul
At the end of the day
It all...
To fringe the clearest mind
Airy as lace
In measured pace
To probe the polished rind
But a slip of the knee
In lieu of thee
Has bent the standard fare
I fuss and I drone
my thoughts all unsown
To rust in ill-repair
Too stringent of jest
To bear on the chest
And crimp the errant calls
A margin of sin
We wear within
To shun the one who falls
A layer of crust
Built up from the dust
To protect the delicate soul
At the end of the day
It all...
#SelfReflection
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