Poems About Self Reflection Seeking Friendly Advice
#SelfReflection
Poems about self reflection seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
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
53 reads
2 Comments
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
34 reads
3 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 2:39pm
28th Feb 2025 2:39pm
He Was and Then Wasn't
He brought me flowers
walked with me through October rain
held me in warm bathroom showers
comforted me through my pain
Days turned into years
as time's wheels spun around
then he found a younger beauty
leaving my heart on the ground
In a whirlwind of passion
his love and desire ran wild
he vanished without a word
leaving behind a heart once beguiled
Plans unfurled in silence
a love lost in the night
he was here, and then he wasn't
a fleeting star, dimmed from sight
thus,...
walked with me through October rain
held me in warm bathroom showers
comforted me through my pain
Days turned into years
as time's wheels spun around
then he found a younger beauty
leaving my heart on the ground
In a whirlwind of passion
his love and desire ran wild
he vanished without a word
leaving behind a heart once beguiled
Plans unfurled in silence
a love lost in the night
he was here, and then he wasn't
a fleeting star, dimmed from sight
thus,...
#SelfReflection
81 reads
8 Comments
Ewayne
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 8:24pm
26th Feb 2025 8:24pm
She Stands Alone, Yet Never Alone
Alone I stand in Miami,
One-bedroom dreams, a downsize from a life I once knew.
Four-bedroom echoes still whisper in my mind,
But here...here, I am free.
The ocean hums my name like it’s always known me,
Like it’s been waiting for me to wake up.
Sunrise kisses the waves like they belong together,
Like they’ve never known separation
And I wonder, is that what I’m learning?
To belong to myself, fully.
To trust that even when I feel alone,
I am exactly where I am meant to be.
Dreams I once scribbled in secret
Became my...
One-bedroom dreams, a downsize from a life I once knew.
Four-bedroom echoes still whisper in my mind,
But here...here, I am free.
The ocean hums my name like it’s always known me,
Like it’s been waiting for me to wake up.
Sunrise kisses the waves like they belong together,
Like they’ve never known separation
And I wonder, is that what I’m learning?
To belong to myself, fully.
To trust that even when I feel alone,
I am exactly where I am meant to be.
Dreams I once scribbled in secret
Became my...
#gratitude
#happiness
#hope
#memories
#SelfReflection
91 reads
5 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 4:22pm
26th Feb 2025 4:22pm
Mommy and Daddy's Perfect Little Girl
Diana was small,
she was cute,
she was likeable,
but manipulated,
nightmares over and over
of her likeability being exploited,
her kindness being spent
and thrown back in her face.
The worst words: you're selfish.
Why, oh why, did you hurt her?
She was skinny,
didn't eat much,
played tennis a lot,
had that European tan
in her heritage.
On the outside,
she was thriving.
On the inside,
she wondered why every night
that despite having everything,
why it felt so empty.
...
she was cute,
she was likeable,
but manipulated,
nightmares over and over
of her likeability being exploited,
her kindness being spent
and thrown back in her face.
The worst words: you're selfish.
Why, oh why, did you hurt her?
She was skinny,
didn't eat much,
played tennis a lot,
had that European tan
in her heritage.
On the outside,
she was thriving.
On the inside,
she wondered why every night
that despite having everything,
why it felt so empty.
...
#SelfReflection
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0 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 8:35pm
25th Feb 2025 8:35pm
Shattered Visions
Oh the Innocence
That laugh, that wild howling in the throat of the child,
Unseen fingers scramble for the last thread of light
Here, the angels are naked,
no wings to catch their fall.
The river splits,
splashes,
and chaos is born
from the lips of the unholy, the pure.
There be our Divinity
slips beneath the skin like rust on gold—
a fractured god,
broken in pieces,
spilled across the morning,
the moon forgets its name.
Prophecies?
Laughing in the dust,
twisted and torn,
a...
That laugh, that wild howling in the throat of the child,
Unseen fingers scramble for the last thread of light
Here, the angels are naked,
no wings to catch their fall.
The river splits,
splashes,
and chaos is born
from the lips of the unholy, the pure.
There be our Divinity
slips beneath the skin like rust on gold—
a fractured god,
broken in pieces,
spilled across the morning,
the moon forgets its name.
Prophecies?
Laughing in the dust,
twisted and torn,
a...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
37 reads
0 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 2:35am
23rd Feb 2025 2:35am
Why Are You So Quiet?
A question other students always asked me in school. I never had a clear answer for them. Never.
But nowadays, the answer would be like a loaded gun. I could tell you, but you'll probably die finding out.
I'm quiet because I developed an elaborate fantasy world to escape to, and people's needs are overwhelming and hard to deal with. The less I'm obligated to, the better.
I'm quiet because you'd never understand how dark my world is, and you'd escape if you knew.
I'm quiet because being a mute stopped the abuse. Being a mute means I cannot muster up...
But nowadays, the answer would be like a loaded gun. I could tell you, but you'll probably die finding out.
I'm quiet because I developed an elaborate fantasy world to escape to, and people's needs are overwhelming and hard to deal with. The less I'm obligated to, the better.
I'm quiet because you'd never understand how dark my world is, and you'd escape if you knew.
I'm quiet because being a mute stopped the abuse. Being a mute means I cannot muster up...
#SelfReflection
66 reads
0 Comments
eroseternal
Tim Eros
Tim Eros
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 1:43am
23rd Feb 2025 1:43am
Eros' Journal - Day I
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
83 reads
2 Comments
DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 3:01pm
22nd Feb 2025 3:01pm
Hug Of A White Sky
Is their innocence ahead?
He steps outside the apartment
first blast of fresh air
from waking
The snow-crusted landscape
from last week's storm
still present
But today
the entire sky
is white
Two birds perch
on a hydro line
against that backdrop
And he notices
There is no rush to the day
Isn't it strange, he thinks
that the sky and land
should match in this way?
That one could be surrounded
so completely in white
Will it wash away the...
He steps outside the apartment
first blast of fresh air
from waking
The snow-crusted landscape
from last week's storm
still present
But today
the entire sky
is white
Two birds perch
on a hydro line
against that backdrop
And he notices
There is no rush to the day
Isn't it strange, he thinks
that the sky and land
should match in this way?
That one could be surrounded
so completely in white
Will it wash away the...
#nature
#SelfReflection
58 reads
0 Comments
eroseternal
Tim Eros
Tim Eros
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 2:39am
22nd Feb 2025 2:39am
Sensuous Me - The Poet
I am reminded of my faults and failures
Every minute of every day
My frustration is knowing I have powers
but forget to use them the right way
They've been kept inside a protective shell
that's been cracking for many decades
What's inside, I will not tell
Till the voice inside me says Okay
You see, I am a poet with a passionate soul
Maybe that's why my life is so hard
If I could just remember it's not forever,
and remember what it means to be a bard
Maybe I could...
Every minute of every day
My frustration is knowing I have powers
but forget to use them the right way
They've been kept inside a protective shell
that's been cracking for many decades
What's inside, I will not tell
Till the voice inside me says Okay
You see, I am a poet with a passionate soul
Maybe that's why my life is so hard
If I could just remember it's not forever,
and remember what it means to be a bard
Maybe I could...
#LifeAsAWriter
#love
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
82 reads
6 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 00:13am
22nd Feb 2025 00:13am
Dragon Tails
A cold dark winter of baritone winds
grasping at my throat's Covid, coughing
with no time for lullabies or wings
listening to the dripping icicle's
like dragon tails in the gales
grasping at my throat's Covid, coughing
grasping at my throat's Covid, coughing
with no time for lullabies or wings
listening to the dripping icicle's
like dragon tails in the gales
grasping at my throat's Covid, coughing
#SelfReflection
123 reads
3 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 11:42pm
21st Feb 2025 11:42pm
Rules of Perfectionism
Rule 1: Making the slightest mistake is the end of the world.
Rule 2: If I don't drop everything for someone, I am being the most selfish, most cruel person in the world. Or they don't drop everything for me, they are.
Rule 3: The slightest bit of criticism means danger.
Rule 4: Rejection is a blackhole I'll get sucked into.
Rule 5: If someone doesn't accept me perfectly or fit perfectly into what I can tolerate, my world I've tried so hard to build will collapse.
Rewrite 1: Making the slightest mistake got me abused by narcissists in...
Rule 2: If I don't drop everything for someone, I am being the most selfish, most cruel person in the world. Or they don't drop everything for me, they are.
Rule 3: The slightest bit of criticism means danger.
Rule 4: Rejection is a blackhole I'll get sucked into.
Rule 5: If someone doesn't accept me perfectly or fit perfectly into what I can tolerate, my world I've tried so hard to build will collapse.
Rewrite 1: Making the slightest mistake got me abused by narcissists in...
#SelfReflection
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