Self Reflection Poems
#SelfReflection
Poems about self reflection, where we contemplate our own personality and behaviour. Self aware poems engaging in introspection and meditation.
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Still a Little Broken
It didn’t occur to me that I was broken.
The mysteries of mentality unspoken.
How often do we miss the deeper tragedy?
Dwelling within the heart of our reality.
Apparently I wear abuse on both my sleeves.
Thought it common knowledge that everyone deceives.
I believed it was hidden deep inside of me.
The fact is it was lying there for all to see.
Now the once brave is standing naked and afraid.
Staring at the underground hurt fully displayed.
Often feeling like the lamb lesser than the herd.
I wear poetic armor wielding...
The mysteries of mentality unspoken.
How often do we miss the deeper tragedy?
Dwelling within the heart of our reality.
Apparently I wear abuse on both my sleeves.
Thought it common knowledge that everyone deceives.
I believed it was hidden deep inside of me.
The fact is it was lying there for all to see.
Now the once brave is standing naked and afraid.
Staring at the underground hurt fully displayed.
Often feeling like the lamb lesser than the herd.
I wear poetic armor wielding...
#anxiety
#courage
#SelfReflection
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Yin and Yang .
I am homesick for a place . I am not sure even exists. One where my mind and body are not at war , but accept peace. Work on an appeasement plans , I’ve paid enough in reparations a monthly instalment of high apr and drainage like a sewer. Those days , when my mind won and my body was left behind again . I don’t know how anyone walks or talks when there heart isn’t in cohesion .I just want a state of equilibrium. My forever home smelling of yin and yang ten drops of Cinnamon and 10 of chamomile and buckets loads of feng shui I mean that sounds like a plan and maybe I may find the balance act...
#mirror
#confusion
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
#SelfDiscovery
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Masquerade
Wear a mask long enough
And it may begin to stick to your face
Smear your identity
Into something unfamiliar
Like looking in the mirror
And seeing a stranger
Imagery blurred
No longer the you...you once were
A shell of your former
Diminished...defeated...deflated
Finished...fine dotted..,grave plotted
Soul spotted in...
A wasteland of absence
One foot in yesterday's grave
Self lost & permanently changed
Branded with the stain...
" Here lies the spiritually static "
...
And it may begin to stick to your face
Smear your identity
Into something unfamiliar
Like looking in the mirror
And seeing a stranger
Imagery blurred
No longer the you...you once were
A shell of your former
Diminished...defeated...deflated
Finished...fine dotted..,grave plotted
Soul spotted in...
A wasteland of absence
One foot in yesterday's grave
Self lost & permanently changed
Branded with the stain...
" Here lies the spiritually static "
...
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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Ms. Grinch's Cozy World
I am Ms. Grinch, In my little world,
where I alone reign,
With my coffee and voodoo dolls, my unique domain.
I avoid the crowds, oh yes, indeed,
In my cozy nook, I find all I need.
"Snug as a bug in a rug," I cheerfully declare,
With a twinkle in my eye and not a single care.
A cup of coffee, my morning's delight,
Brings warmth and joy, through and through.
My voodoo dolls, with their quirky grace,
Sit beside me, in their special place.
I hum my tune, both merry and light,
"Peace, weed, and coffee,"...
where I alone reign,
With my coffee and voodoo dolls, my unique domain.
I avoid the crowds, oh yes, indeed,
In my cozy nook, I find all I need.
"Snug as a bug in a rug," I cheerfully declare,
With a twinkle in my eye and not a single care.
A cup of coffee, my morning's delight,
Brings warmth and joy, through and through.
My voodoo dolls, with their quirky grace,
Sit beside me, in their special place.
I hum my tune, both merry and light,
"Peace, weed, and coffee,"...
#Christmas
#MyInspiration
#myself
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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Stop!
stop trying to pull me back
to the center
i like being
the outlier
i like being
at the fringe
i like being
on the edge
for there
i see further
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
to the center
i like being
the outlier
i like being
at the fringe
i like being
on the edge
for there
i see further
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
#identity
#SelfReflection
#PersonalGrowth
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The Depths
Sometimes I am afraid of water.
When it's cold and dark.
Deep and mysterious.
When I don't know what is lurking beneath me.
Sometimes I am afraid of water.
When I am in a dream and see the shark circling.
When it's clear that
I have nowhere to escape.
Sometimes I am afraid of water.
When it's too hot and I feel like I will faint.
When I remember my mother putting me in the bathtub.
When all I could see was the steam rising and I screamed as my feet touched the surface.
When I can't remember anything after that.
...
When it's cold and dark.
Deep and mysterious.
When I don't know what is lurking beneath me.
Sometimes I am afraid of water.
When I am in a dream and see the shark circling.
When it's clear that
I have nowhere to escape.
Sometimes I am afraid of water.
When it's too hot and I feel like I will faint.
When I remember my mother putting me in the bathtub.
When all I could see was the steam rising and I screamed as my feet touched the surface.
When I can't remember anything after that.
...
#water
#SelfReflection
#fear
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poem upon trivia
cheese is best eaten when you’re not drunk, but neither are you sober, something in between I think
oh, such stupid things, as I get older
oh, such stupid things, as I get older
#SelfReflection
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Mellifluous Steps of an Old Man
dwell not long…the tears of past sorrows
young man
…for tears of joy await
there is a melody upon the winds
that delicate wings depend…
propelled by thermals and downdrafts
unto all emotions; its effects transcend
accounting each rhythmic footstep until sunset
the famous final scene
divorce. where to from here I go?
stranger in town. how ironic!
winds of change somberly blow
second hand was I
Lord, I knew not of number
so many dreary and lonely days ...
young man
…for tears of joy await
there is a melody upon the winds
that delicate wings depend…
propelled by thermals and downdrafts
unto all emotions; its effects transcend
accounting each rhythmic footstep until sunset
the famous final scene
divorce. where to from here I go?
stranger in town. how ironic!
winds of change somberly blow
second hand was I
Lord, I knew not of number
so many dreary and lonely days ...
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfReflection
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Farewell Unsaid
I waited in the twilight's gentle glow
besides Soul I stand waiting for words
that he had woken from his slumber
his fate held in dream's tender hand.
whispers of prayers and love unspoken
I embraced a fanciful thought
that we had moments shared
our union was in Maya
holding on to strings of love
forged by togetherness on face-time
by our spirits that none understood
in our world created by words
underground strings of poems were written
like drumbeats of hearts shouting for him
to wake up...
besides Soul I stand waiting for words
that he had woken from his slumber
his fate held in dream's tender hand.
whispers of prayers and love unspoken
I embraced a fanciful thought
that we had moments shared
our union was in Maya
holding on to strings of love
forged by togetherness on face-time
by our spirits that none understood
in our world created by words
underground strings of poems were written
like drumbeats of hearts shouting for him
to wake up...
#memories
#SelfReflection
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Chained Hues
Everything a woman owns
Can be carried as a weight of stone
She knows how she feels
yet forgets what is real
when she's in chains
She keeps searching for her great white hope
Matching colors sewing tears alone
Looks up to the sky
Wishes life passes by
'cause she's chained
It's under her skin but out of her hands
Dreams in hues of a different land
One day she'll be free
Her strength is the key...
...to her chains
We are only a choice away from a new beginning
Can be carried as a weight of stone
She knows how she feels
yet forgets what is real
when she's in chains
She keeps searching for her great white hope
Matching colors sewing tears alone
Looks up to the sky
Wishes life passes by
'cause she's chained
It's under her skin but out of her hands
Dreams in hues of a different land
One day she'll be free
Her strength is the key...
...to her chains
We are only a choice away from a new beginning
#SelfReflection
#freedom
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#DomesticViolence
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I am not Ambitious
there's a clear difference, between having work ethic and being ambitious....
I am not and never really was ambitious! I honor, respect, and more or less admire those who are....I am just simply an organism trying to "survivive"-trying to stay "alive"....with no real "life goal" interests....
I am not Ambitious....
I am not and never really was ambitious! I honor, respect, and more or less admire those who are....I am just simply an organism trying to "survivive"-trying to stay "alive"....with no real "life goal" interests....
I am not Ambitious....
#honesty
#SelfReflection
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self poem
one doesn't get what one wants more times than not, if at all(depending on said thing); it does hurt like a sharp object to the soul, but one has no choice but to be "content" with that and to appreciate what is....
the truth about me is that despite whatever "good" traits i do have, i will always be "introvert" at heart and a "runner" overall....
those are truths that i can accept about myself....
the truth about me is that despite whatever "good" traits i do have, i will always be "introvert" at heart and a "runner" overall....
those are truths that i can accept about myself....
#honesty
#SelfReflection
#escape #hurt
#escape #hurt
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