Self Reflection Poems
#SelfReflection
Poems about self reflection, where we contemplate our own personality and behaviour. Self aware poems engaging in introspection and meditation.
2entyce
Poem Published
Today 10:52pm
Today 10:52pm
Man In The Mirror
My brothers I challenge thee to glance at oneself…. What do you see?
Is the person at hand familiar to thee?
Is that the man you truly wish you could be?
A mere reflection, or imposter at hand.
Is the one looking back who you’d call a man?
A man is strong with the strength of intent.
He leads by example for you to know what is meant.
He’s a leader and educates those that he guides. His intentions pure, as he swallows his pride.
That man is the strength that can bring something new. Forge the bond that’s forever like few. ...
Is the person at hand familiar to thee?
Is that the man you truly wish you could be?
A mere reflection, or imposter at hand.
Is the one looking back who you’d call a man?
A man is strong with the strength of intent.
He leads by example for you to know what is meant.
He’s a leader and educates those that he guides. His intentions pure, as he swallows his pride.
That man is the strength that can bring something new. Forge the bond that’s forever like few. ...
#SelfReflection
4 reads
0 Comments
manhattanna
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:27pm
Yesterday 8:27pm
Laying achingly cold on my bed with the box fan pointed right on me.
Set on high, it provides the most sense of privacy I’ve ever felt, even from behind a locked door. No one can hear me inside this whirlwind pocket of air.
Maybe one day, I will brave it all to finally get warm, if only for a moment.
Maybe one day, I will brave it all to finally get warm, if only for a moment.
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness
#hope
#SelfReflection
22 reads
2 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:12pm
Yesterday 8:12pm
Algos
Left to his own pulls and levers
I'm the mystery behind the glass
Thought we were in this together
This fragile shell is bred to be smashed
Watch you walk away fueling something
Tasting ice cold and blue
I'm not leaving here feeling nothing
Spit your knives in my wound
Joker in a deck of aces
Do our good times really need to last?
Lies and tears to hide our faces
What's one more lover fed to the Past?
Lips enslaved whisper sweet carnage:
What can I do for you?
Vicious, ashamed is my language
Addicted,...
I'm the mystery behind the glass
Thought we were in this together
This fragile shell is bred to be smashed
Watch you walk away fueling something
Tasting ice cold and blue
I'm not leaving here feeling nothing
Spit your knives in my wound
Joker in a deck of aces
Do our good times really need to last?
Lies and tears to hide our faces
What's one more lover fed to the Past?
Lips enslaved whisper sweet carnage:
What can I do for you?
Vicious, ashamed is my language
Addicted,...
#love
#dark
#relationships #SelfReflection
#relationships #SelfReflection
13 reads
0 Comments
DeathRattle89
Poem Published
30th Sep 2022 6:49am
30th Sep 2022 6:49am
Phantom Self
Did it take place all at once?
Or gradually did I digress to such an existence
Who is the “I” that I refer to as myself
When I’m lost for knowing who I am
Waking up resigned to a life of involuntary becoming
Or so it would seem
Desires creep in like snakes through whispers
I feel imposter to myself and yet self feels just as fraudulent
When the concept of how I define self is an anchor to ideal
Yet what is ideal but illusion apart from something concrete
Is it safe to talk to myself when I’m told not to talk to strangers? ...
Or gradually did I digress to such an existence
Who is the “I” that I refer to as myself
When I’m lost for knowing who I am
Waking up resigned to a life of involuntary becoming
Or so it would seem
Desires creep in like snakes through whispers
I feel imposter to myself and yet self feels just as fraudulent
When the concept of how I define self is an anchor to ideal
Yet what is ideal but illusion apart from something concrete
Is it safe to talk to myself when I’m told not to talk to strangers? ...
#anxiety
#identity
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
43 reads
0 Comments
bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
29th Sep 2022 5:34am
29th Sep 2022 5:34am
Bumps and Curves
bumps and curves while in between
ferns and trees, the forest green
like a canyon through alive
biofields through which I drive
everything is intertwined
underground and in my mind
everything communicates
reaching skyward each tree waits
every day and every night
through winter's rains and summer's light
bending as the wind blows by
always reaching for the sky -
driving deeper into where
I'm breathing mystic air
oxygenated all around
in the hush of forest sound
magic moments, mind expands ...
ferns and trees, the forest green
like a canyon through alive
biofields through which I drive
everything is intertwined
underground and in my mind
everything communicates
reaching skyward each tree waits
every day and every night
through winter's rains and summer's light
bending as the wind blows by
always reaching for the sky -
driving deeper into where
I'm breathing mystic air
oxygenated all around
in the hush of forest sound
magic moments, mind expands ...
#SelfReflection
43 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
27th Sep 2022 7:58pm
27th Sep 2022 7:58pm
Searching For The Softness Of My Indigo Moon
I am trying to find the enlighten path back to my Indigo moon
I have jumped over the stars, and stole the witch’s broken broom
Exposed the beckon of her dim-witted darkness, no great deeds to harvest in flight
All that was there, was a burned out black candle starving for spiritual light
Past the stars
I have traveled to kiss Orion's Belt, my universal groom, talked with Venus, and consoled Jupiter and Mars
The four elements of nature entwined in the essence of me
I am the universal language for all to see ...
I have jumped over the stars, and stole the witch’s broken broom
Exposed the beckon of her dim-witted darkness, no great deeds to harvest in flight
All that was there, was a burned out black candle starving for spiritual light
Past the stars
I have traveled to kiss Orion's Belt, my universal groom, talked with Venus, and consoled Jupiter and Mars
The four elements of nature entwined in the essence of me
I am the universal language for all to see ...
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#SelfReflection
#philosophical
#deception
100 reads
5 Comments
allyfaye
Poem Published
27th Sep 2022 3:43am
27th Sep 2022 3:43am
Early Morning
I put it aside
without reading
no sense of feeling
I can't tell what
was said
the stone
the cage
a hint of what's
to come
a warm candle
I don't want a world
of minor conveniences
but a sudden start
a hard stop
I am lulled to sleep
without reading
no sense of feeling
I can't tell what
was said
the stone
the cage
a hint of what's
to come
a warm candle
I don't want a world
of minor conveniences
but a sudden start
a hard stop
I am lulled to sleep
#SelfReflection
46 reads
2 Comments
allyfaye
Poem Published
27th Sep 2022 3:31am
27th Sep 2022 3:31am
Extended Play
Aren't I living forever
by everyday it seems
as long as they seem,
slow,
and though
I am now what can be
called older
I am also younger
than the day that
it was
whatever time it was
change upon change
there is no cradle
there is no grave
there is no right way
only events that
stick to the sky.
by everyday it seems
as long as they seem,
slow,
and though
I am now what can be
called older
I am also younger
than the day that
it was
whatever time it was
change upon change
there is no cradle
there is no grave
there is no right way
only events that
stick to the sky.
#SelfReflection
33 reads
0 Comments
RafaeldJdS010
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 7:47pm
26th Sep 2022 7:47pm
Change or Loss?
Have I changed?
I've come from from hiding and blending in, to trying to be noticed and admired for what I do.
From silence to the bones, to spoken actions even tho silence always latches on.
I've come from indifferent and cold, to being taken on a midnight ride by my emotions.
Inactive and questioning, to active and not thinking too much.
I've come from being socially shy and attaching to quick, to practicing Non-Attachment with whoever I meet, while still connecting.
Caring and willing to change the world, to change and be better...
I've come from from hiding and blending in, to trying to be noticed and admired for what I do.
From silence to the bones, to spoken actions even tho silence always latches on.
I've come from indifferent and cold, to being taken on a midnight ride by my emotions.
Inactive and questioning, to active and not thinking too much.
I've come from being socially shy and attaching to quick, to practicing Non-Attachment with whoever I meet, while still connecting.
Caring and willing to change the world, to change and be better...
#identity
#shadows
#SelfReflection #FeelingLost
#SelfReflection #FeelingLost
29 reads
0 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 7:01pm
26th Sep 2022 7:01pm
Garden of the Vestal Virgins
Six Vestal Virgins,
Dressed in diaphanous white,
Skin like that of porcelains,
From their lips each, comes a whisper of insight,
A delicate breath of purity,
From an untainted garden
An echo of piety,
From the closed flowers of heaven,
That seek no pollen,
Amongst the untrimmed landscape,
Lest they be common and forgotten,
Over their shoulders, their long hair does drape.
Priestess One, with tresses of coily, golden blonde,
Sustained by the logical mind's turning gears,
Priestess Two, with straight tresses of crimson,...
Dressed in diaphanous white,
Skin like that of porcelains,
From their lips each, comes a whisper of insight,
A delicate breath of purity,
From an untainted garden
An echo of piety,
From the closed flowers of heaven,
That seek no pollen,
Amongst the untrimmed landscape,
Lest they be common and forgotten,
Over their shoulders, their long hair does drape.
Priestess One, with tresses of coily, golden blonde,
Sustained by the logical mind's turning gears,
Priestess Two, with straight tresses of crimson,...
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection
#pagan
#magic
47 reads
2 Comments
APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 6:15pm
26th Sep 2022 6:15pm
I'm Sorry
I'm sorry
for all I've implied,
these dreams of you
were never true,
and I never knew
I tried,
with heart and soul,
seeking to know you,
to find your spirit
hidden within darkness
lost,
in shadows of the past,
stepping from your path
You never fit in
the boxes of my mind
I'm sorry
I got it so wrong
but I will never be sorry
for trying to love
nor will i ever stop loving you
for all I've implied,
these dreams of you
were never true,
and I never knew
I tried,
with heart and soul,
seeking to know you,
to find your spirit
hidden within darkness
lost,
in shadows of the past,
stepping from your path
You never fit in
the boxes of my mind
I'm sorry
I got it so wrong
but I will never be sorry
for trying to love
nor will i ever stop loving you
#UnrequitedLove
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
58 reads
2 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 6:01pm
26th Sep 2022 6:01pm
Mirror
Is this me, I see?
It moves when I move,
So it must be,
I don't understand, but don't necessarily disapprove,
Truths laid bare before me,
Clouding what I thought I did see.
I am but a cracked mirror,
Splintering in different directions,
Seeing who I am, with delight, and horror,
Clearly, and with internal miscommunications.
I know what I do and don't want, and yet I don't,
I know what I do and don't need, and yet I don't,
My perceptions of myself
Have both been confirmed, and shattered,
I am both strong, and as fragile as...
It moves when I move,
So it must be,
I don't understand, but don't necessarily disapprove,
Truths laid bare before me,
Clouding what I thought I did see.
I am but a cracked mirror,
Splintering in different directions,
Seeing who I am, with delight, and horror,
Clearly, and with internal miscommunications.
I know what I do and don't want, and yet I don't,
I know what I do and don't need, and yet I don't,
My perceptions of myself
Have both been confirmed, and shattered,
I am both strong, and as fragile as...
#learning
#SelfReflection
#mystery
#SelfDiscovery
#wisdom
51 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Self Reflection Poems
