Self Reflection Poems
#SelfReflection
Poems about self reflection, where we contemplate our own personality and behaviour. Self aware poems engaging in introspection and meditation.
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:26pm
Yesterday 8:26pm
tracks, tunnels, trains....
I see the truth-i so desperately choose to refuse; I soak within illusions- because they're comfortable.... like being fully clothed- with a decent pair of shoes; things aren't all too bad, when one's locked inside a room;
drinking boose like juice- thoughts of life's impending doom; knowing that one never will get rid of shades of blues; plagued with thoughts that come and go- that opens all the wounds....
worlds apart from many- took the red pill and the blue; flight is what I do- every time chaos ensues; and...
drinking boose like juice- thoughts of life's impending doom; knowing that one never will get rid of shades of blues; plagued with thoughts that come and go- that opens all the wounds....
worlds apart from many- took the red pill and the blue; flight is what I do- every time chaos ensues; and...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#honesty
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 3:00pm
7th Mar 2025 3:00pm
"downtime"
I don't want to leave my bed most days- but sometimes i really do; maybe it depends on the person, place and or thing- and what we're getting into....
I will rest/sleep when I'm "alive"- because "death" means that I am through; most beliefs are overhead- and are things one can not prove....
we're like "cell phones" with our energy-burnout faster than recoup; "adventure" is subjective- though overall- yea sure- it's cool
24 hours within a day- sometimes i want no sense of time- like...
I will rest/sleep when I'm "alive"- because "death" means that I am through; most beliefs are overhead- and are things one can not prove....
we're like "cell phones" with our energy-burnout faster than recoup; "adventure" is subjective- though overall- yea sure- it's cool
24 hours within a day- sometimes i want no sense of time- like...
#escape
#LifeCycle
#philosophical #SelfReflection
#philosophical #SelfReflection
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frankiefearless
frankieeeee
frankieeeee
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 2:54pm
7th Mar 2025 2:54pm
the big day
tomorrow is weird for me; I've always wanted to be celebrated, like hello, its me and MY day. but between spring break and unintentional friends, it was usually only an important day if I made it important. so two years ago, I decided to properly celebrate myself. on my day, I'd only do stuff for me.
that first year I spent three weeks completing a childhood goal of mine, gallivanting around Europe like I saw in the movies growing up.
and last year, I spent three days, the day before and after, bouncing around towns only doing things that made me happy.
...
that first year I spent three weeks completing a childhood goal of mine, gallivanting around Europe like I saw in the movies growing up.
and last year, I spent three days, the day before and after, bouncing around towns only doing things that made me happy.
...
#emotions
#myself
#SelfReflection
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 11:20am
7th Mar 2025 11:20am
N/A
as long as the orchestra "harmonizes"(as long as im "alive")- perhaps there's always a chance to potentially experience more; if the music "makes sense"- right?- should a possible "opened window?"- in a moment- be ignored?
I've.... procrastinated on permanently changing my middle name to "safe"- now how much sense does that actually make? - that's not quite how life's rhythm operates....
sade(the singer)- would say- "smooth" is the way; what is my...
I've.... procrastinated on permanently changing my middle name to "safe"- now how much sense does that actually make? - that's not quite how life's rhythm operates....
sade(the singer)- would say- "smooth" is the way; what is my...
#beauty
#crush
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
#women
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AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 10:42am
7th Mar 2025 10:42am
Failure
I'm not a failure
If I don't have success.
I fail to learn.
I fail to impress.
You thought my failure,
Was just my last breath.
You're no fortune teller.
History is what you forget.
The memories is what I bless.
I wish I could replay them,
And reminisce.
It's my secret Santa.
It's Satan on a stick.
All this constant failure,
Put me on the naughty list.
But I'm a pioneer.
I map out every ditch.
Sacagawea on the ocean floor,
Trying to get to Atlantis.
I'm not a...
If I don't have success.
I fail to learn.
I fail to impress.
You thought my failure,
Was just my last breath.
You're no fortune teller.
History is what you forget.
The memories is what I bless.
I wish I could replay them,
And reminisce.
It's my secret Santa.
It's Satan on a stick.
All this constant failure,
Put me on the naughty list.
But I'm a pioneer.
I map out every ditch.
Sacagawea on the ocean floor,
Trying to get to Atlantis.
I'm not a...
#inspirational
#SelfReflection
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5 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 8:57pm
6th Mar 2025 8:57pm
f**king with levity (thinking out loud)
I've had a few creative mentors over the years, people I respected (some I still respect), people I looked up to without question, people I relied on, people who I treated like Gods when they were undeniably human. I took the best parts of them to heart, while also taking the things that don't work for me.
There's one line in particular, that runs through my head, rent free. "Indie, you need more levity, your work is brilliant, but it's too heavy on its own". And I think about that all the time. I think about how I love the darkness as much as I hate it. I think about...
There's one line in particular, that runs through my head, rent free. "Indie, you need more levity, your work is brilliant, but it's too heavy on its own". And I think about that all the time. I think about how I love the darkness as much as I hate it. I think about...
#confessional
#identity
#myself
#nonfiction
#SelfReflection
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Lilliputian
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 11:40pm
5th Mar 2025 11:40pm
Whispers of Her
My heart beats for two—she who was bruised,
and I who’s going along with time,
blinking the seconds away with no regard
to the broken figure far back in the past.
How cruel I have grown to betray her,
I, whom she trusts the most.
Muscling through the storms with a smile
on my lips, mouthing I am alright.
How can I be when she’s stuck in the dark
on her own, waiting for me to face her.
How can I when I’m so eager to feel the light,
as if the pain wasn’t as agonizing as she cried from.
Just how heartless I have...
and I who’s going along with time,
blinking the seconds away with no regard
to the broken figure far back in the past.
How cruel I have grown to betray her,
I, whom she trusts the most.
Muscling through the storms with a smile
on my lips, mouthing I am alright.
How can I be when she’s stuck in the dark
on her own, waiting for me to face her.
How can I when I’m so eager to feel the light,
as if the pain wasn’t as agonizing as she cried from.
Just how heartless I have...
#conflict
#emptiness
#hurt #SelfReflection
#hurt #SelfReflection
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 00:47am
5th Mar 2025 00:47am
SHATTERED & UNNAMED
Who am I?
Not formed of parts,
but a fracture,
splintered by the weight of forgotten names,
the weight of nothing.
An assembly of fragments
swallowed by echoes,
sunk into the hollow of things never spoken.
TIME, split by fire, veins dripping with prophecy,
shivering in the hollow,
a forgotten scream,
shouting at empty rooms
(what have we become? WHAT?)
THE BODY, bent under the weight of hunger,
muscles wrapped in rust,
aching for truth
that is never here.
DESIRE, liquid and restless, ...
Not formed of parts,
but a fracture,
splintered by the weight of forgotten names,
the weight of nothing.
An assembly of fragments
swallowed by echoes,
sunk into the hollow of things never spoken.
TIME, split by fire, veins dripping with prophecy,
shivering in the hollow,
a forgotten scream,
shouting at empty rooms
(what have we become? WHAT?)
THE BODY, bent under the weight of hunger,
muscles wrapped in rust,
aching for truth
that is never here.
DESIRE, liquid and restless, ...
#narrative
#SelfReflection
#TruthOfLife
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3 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 12:58pm
4th Mar 2025 12:58pm
The beauty of it all
They say that no one is sent to you by chance or accident, for in high sight they are there to help you navigate through, the process of understanding what is life truly all about when we can connect, on a subconscious level of energy and perseverance. For sure life is about learning new things whether good or bad, yet life will teach us as it will test our strength and faith and beliefs. For sure that is life in it's finest moments of maturity and strength, and giving us the strength to continue to stand and fight, never truly giving up. For sure life is our greatest teacher about ourselves...
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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1 Comment
Lilliputian
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 3:37am
4th Mar 2025 3:37am
Who Am I?
Slipping on a veil of lace
Etching a smile
Breakable under the surface
Where sorrow takes root
Almost distorted
This facade I craft
Woven from tears and strain
To conceal what threatens to break free
Through laughter, I act sane
Dissolving in amusement
With the crowd
As if I’m not at my lowest
And when I sit on my own
I see them laid bare
The stitches I keep unknown
Torn open evermore
I can’t recognize who I am anymore
Etching a smile
Breakable under the surface
Where sorrow takes root
Almost distorted
This facade I craft
Woven from tears and strain
To conceal what threatens to break free
Through laughter, I act sane
Dissolving in amusement
With the crowd
As if I’m not at my lowest
And when I sit on my own
I see them laid bare
The stitches I keep unknown
Torn open evermore
I can’t recognize who I am anymore
#SelfReflection
60 reads
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 2:28am
3rd Mar 2025 2:28am
To much time wasted
During these days and times we are wasting to much time on nonsense, that doesn't do anything for you but makes you feel, more of the confusion that puts yourself and your own life in danger. For sure let's ask ourselves what time has you wasted in some relationships, that only didn't have the ability to manifest that which what you want and need, to sustain life and love. For sure we are entitled to have a true opportunity and choice, to be happy with someone knowing that they got your back, and you got there back as well. For seriously why is it so hard to find that someone, who wants the...
#confessional
#FeelingLost
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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Thesilverymoon
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 9:17am
2nd Mar 2025 9:17am
Dys Funk
When you are neuro-diversely dysegulated as fuck
Sometimes
that means
(furiously.. )
scribbling down notes on google keep
in a mid island north bound intra-atmospheric
channeling of emotions
into a poem
after clocking a live wake
then watching the projected death
of your friend and fellow player
reach its conclusion
six days later
Then another two more
and who could predict
overcoming fear paralysis
but not before fucking up
a performance puppet or audience
or...
Sometimes
that means
(furiously.. )
scribbling down notes on google keep
in a mid island north bound intra-atmospheric
channeling of emotions
into a poem
after clocking a live wake
then watching the projected death
of your friend and fellow player
reach its conclusion
six days later
Then another two more
and who could predict
overcoming fear paralysis
but not before fucking up
a performance puppet or audience
or...
#anger
#confessional
#SelfReflection
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