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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Sweetest Truth (NoPoo 76)
Blood!
Blood!!
More blood!!!
Seems nurses
Are modern day vampires
Always after blood
Little prick here
Just fill these tubes
No problem!!
Got eight pints worth
Be sure not to waste it
Of course
It tastes sweet
I'm diabetic
We are the sweetest
Blood!!
More blood!!!
Seems nurses
Are modern day vampires
Always after blood
Little prick here
Just fill these tubes
No problem!!
Got eight pints worth
Be sure not to waste it
Of course
It tastes sweet
I'm diabetic
We are the sweetest
#TruthOfLife
#SelfReflection
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I am not about to quit
So many things wrong is anything right
I try to lay down but struggle to sleep at night
Counting sheep tossing and turning
I feel nothing but a constant burning
I use to smile ad laugh but these day I don’t say a lot
I miss all of my friends but I left them to rot
They did nothing I’m just to bitter
I try to stop the bull shit but I’m not a quitter
I hate these walls they stand way to tall
I know I built them up to we’re they won’t fall
There not protecting much but a broken bitter man
I’m really trying to do the...
I try to lay down but struggle to sleep at night
Counting sheep tossing and turning
I feel nothing but a constant burning
I use to smile ad laugh but these day I don’t say a lot
I miss all of my friends but I left them to rot
They did nothing I’m just to bitter
I try to stop the bull shit but I’m not a quitter
I hate these walls they stand way to tall
I know I built them up to we’re they won’t fall
There not protecting much but a broken bitter man
I’m really trying to do the...
#learning
#SelfReflection
#acceptance #healing
#acceptance #healing
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Temporary (NoPoo 75)
No one cares
Why should they
I have no name
Here in the dark
Cradling my pain
Now haunted
By past mistakes
Body rebelling
Against all
Unhealthy excesses
Foot ulcers
Numbness
High blood pressure
Eye bleeds
Feed my depression more
Its scary
Dont want permanent
Darkness to prevail
Writing has been my saviour
Losing that will be my death
For words
Are the blood
Flowing theough me
Carrying my existence
Into poetry
Enough...
Why should they
I have no name
Here in the dark
Cradling my pain
Now haunted
By past mistakes
Body rebelling
Against all
Unhealthy excesses
Foot ulcers
Numbness
High blood pressure
Eye bleeds
Feed my depression more
Its scary
Dont want permanent
Darkness to prevail
Writing has been my saviour
Losing that will be my death
For words
Are the blood
Flowing theough me
Carrying my existence
Into poetry
Enough...
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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Surrender
old familiar grief
stands silently at the stern,
sad, hollow eyes
begging for my attention,
pleading once again
for directions
to the other side
Yeah, I know where it goes from here
we’ve been here before;
then, I still had hope
this ship now sails
for the calmer waters of home,
where hope will at least die
in the peace of warmth on my face;
I’ve been away too long
traveling wave-tossed seas,
exploring the foreign lands
of lost identity;
it was there that I learned
the biggest...
stands silently at the stern,
sad, hollow eyes
begging for my attention,
pleading once again
for directions
to the other side
Yeah, I know where it goes from here
we’ve been here before;
then, I still had hope
this ship now sails
for the calmer waters of home,
where hope will at least die
in the peace of warmth on my face;
I’ve been away too long
traveling wave-tossed seas,
exploring the foreign lands
of lost identity;
it was there that I learned
the biggest...
#love
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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morning meditation in times of covid
First, greeted by the waves.
Then the lone eagle.
My wounded body.
A flock of seagulls.
A seal.
My heavy heart.
I look out to the mountains.
They meet me, too.
Then clouds.
My breath.
Then, nothing.
Beautiful nothing.
Every thing.
All of them, sacred.
Each whispering,
‘It is well.’
Can you hear them?
Attune your ear closely.
It
Is
Well.
R.
Then the lone eagle.
My wounded body.
A flock of seagulls.
A seal.
My heavy heart.
I look out to the mountains.
They meet me, too.
Then clouds.
My breath.
Then, nothing.
Beautiful nothing.
Every thing.
All of them, sacred.
Each whispering,
‘It is well.’
Can you hear them?
Attune your ear closely.
It
Is
Well.
R.
#love
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
#meditation
#healing
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Note to Self.
Disregard it if you'd like.
BLOCKING
As far as blocking goes, if I'm blocked, it won't kill me. I could've been a jerk, but the past is the past. So be it, I'll live. :)
(notice the smiley face at the end there).
BETTER WRITER
I don't think anyone can become a better writer just by being on this site. There are too many elements to writing that need to be learned and those elements aren't explained or exhibited enough here. If however, I find some modest success in what I post--and learn something from that, fine!
...
BLOCKING
As far as blocking goes, if I'm blocked, it won't kill me. I could've been a jerk, but the past is the past. So be it, I'll live. :)
(notice the smiley face at the end there).
BETTER WRITER
I don't think anyone can become a better writer just by being on this site. There are too many elements to writing that need to be learned and those elements aren't explained or exhibited enough here. If however, I find some modest success in what I post--and learn something from that, fine!
...
#SelfReflection
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The One Drink I'm Okay With
You could say that
I'm okay with Pepsi
since I've found out
that it's okay to have
with certain foods such
as burgers and pizza.
I'm okay with Pepsi
since I've found out
that it's okay to have
with certain foods such
as burgers and pizza.
#food
#FreeVerse
#LifeAsAWriter
#dialogue
#SelfReflection
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Losing My Religion
I wish that I could write to you
of flowery fields and morning dew;
of lush, green grass and skies of blue,
that's usually what I try to do.
But on the forefront of my mind
is a forest of unkind—
that's crowding up the canopy,
and clouding up my sky.
For my sanity, I fight,
as I try to find a different way;
caught in a constant cognitive chase
to keep the dissonance at bay.
And I've been wishin' it away,
trying to cope with these...
of flowery fields and morning dew;
of lush, green grass and skies of blue,
that's usually what I try to do.
But on the forefront of my mind
is a forest of unkind—
that's crowding up the canopy,
and clouding up my sky.
For my sanity, I fight,
as I try to find a different way;
caught in a constant cognitive chase
to keep the dissonance at bay.
And I've been wishin' it away,
trying to cope with these...
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
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SO INTIMATELY TOUCHED (11-2-2009, Sunrise, Palm Springs, California)
stepped outside
into
cool
fall air
of
waking
blue sky
sun filled deserts
early
crystalline morning
embraced
by brisk
chilled air
on skin
where each
sweet breath
of living
earth
breathed in
within
along with
golden bath
of suns
warm kiss
upon my face
and
open flesh
uplifts
and fills
my body
mind
my
hungry heart
and
senses
with penetrative
intimate
rush
of its
radiantly vital
primal
touch ...
into
cool
fall air
of
waking
blue sky
sun filled deserts
early
crystalline morning
embraced
by brisk
chilled air
on skin
where each
sweet breath
of living
earth
breathed in
within
along with
golden bath
of suns
warm kiss
upon my face
and
open flesh
uplifts
and fills
my body
mind
my
hungry heart
and
senses
with penetrative
intimate
rush
of its
radiantly vital
primal
touch ...
#identity
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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THE DEPTH OF YOUR SPIRIT
From the very beginning of time itself we each are a spiritual soul, from the start of our birth into the world, searching within the realms of the unknown for our true self. our inner spirit. That transcends our animal spirit, through our mind grabbing at the subconsciousness of our awakening, that has been buried way to long hiding beneath the surface. Just waiting to be release as the who and what our ancestors from the past, have been speaking about since the beginning of time. For no matter what heavenly creature you transform into you are a creation of nature. But yet as we become...
#identity
#fate
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Time will Tell...
Time will tell if our love will last
My soul is glad, my heart now swells
Is this a dream or waking fact?
Time will tell...
This feels like a fable or tale:
Told by jesters of courtly pasts
Lost at sea... a ship with no sail.
I will trust your words on this path
Hoping our story will end well
Love so true: its tests, it will pass
Time will tell...
© 2021 The Refined Poet. All rights reserved.
My soul is glad, my heart now swells
Is this a dream or waking fact?
Time will tell...
This feels like a fable or tale:
Told by jesters of courtly pasts
Lost at sea... a ship with no sail.
I will trust your words on this path
Hoping our story will end well
Love so true: its tests, it will pass
Time will tell...
© 2021 The Refined Poet. All rights reserved.
#love
#rejection
#SelfReflection
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Much healthier now
The worst I have ever felt
Has often been my fault
For overdrinking
Overdrugging
Undersleeping
Underloving.
Has often been my fault
For overdrinking
Overdrugging
Undersleeping
Underloving.
#SelfReflection
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