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.
Dark side
I’m the only woman who saw her dark side
I entered a different world
A place that left a mark on my body
An indelible mark
A tattoo that makes me think I’m just a shooting star
I entered a different world
A place that left a mark on my body
An indelible mark
A tattoo that makes me think I’m just a shooting star
#confessional
#dark
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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Adrift in Starless Solitude
Within the starless night, an endless shroud,
A cloud of sorcery, cast its potent spell.
The sea's whisper, a sorrowful sound allowed,
Like souls' lament, bidding farewell.
Desires once aflame, igniting life's core,
Dreams of futures painted, stories to tell,
Hopes rising like the sea's majestic roar,
Now, silent adieus, as happy souls farewell.
To the girl who held my heart's decree,
Though her path I cannot compel,
Beside the sea's echoes, under moonlit plea,
Our souls entwined, now parting farewell.
A poignant,...
A cloud of sorcery, cast its potent spell.
The sea's whisper, a sorrowful sound allowed,
Like souls' lament, bidding farewell.
Desires once aflame, igniting life's core,
Dreams of futures painted, stories to tell,
Hopes rising like the sea's majestic roar,
Now, silent adieus, as happy souls farewell.
To the girl who held my heart's decree,
Though her path I cannot compel,
Beside the sea's echoes, under moonlit plea,
Our souls entwined, now parting farewell.
A poignant,...
#emotional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #SelfReflection
#MyInspiration #SelfReflection
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Ocean Meditation
Salt water, crashing waves,
Birds soaring through the mist,
Vanishing into the unknown,
Beyond the edge of our world.
Tomorrow beckons on the distant horizon,
Yet the waves persist in their eternal rhythm,
And we, beneath the ever-restless clouds,
Marvel at the imprinted sand beneath our feet.
Living and loving, we dance amidst the mist,
For I have learned the art of releasing heartache,
Of cleansing the pain from within jagged rocks.
The ocean becomes my guide to self-love,
Unyielding and mighty, it bathes me in its embrace, ...
Birds soaring through the mist,
Vanishing into the unknown,
Beyond the edge of our world.
Tomorrow beckons on the distant horizon,
Yet the waves persist in their eternal rhythm,
And we, beneath the ever-restless clouds,
Marvel at the imprinted sand beneath our feet.
Living and loving, we dance amidst the mist,
For I have learned the art of releasing heartache,
Of cleansing the pain from within jagged rocks.
The ocean becomes my guide to self-love,
Unyielding and mighty, it bathes me in its embrace, ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
#sea
#SelfReflection
#WritingPoetry
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Seeing Blue
Writing without walking on eggshells
trying not to give the wrong impressions
not step on the feelings of sensitives
is easy when inside one's own domain
Blue...seeing blue again Is happiness
in its own way its coming home
to the land with blue vastness
that always breathe a whispered welcome
this is where the beauty of fantasyland
survive the loss of innocence
and simplicity in looking at the world
with kindness and tolerance
the seashore with the blue sand
and sunsets with hues of rainbows
where...
trying not to give the wrong impressions
not step on the feelings of sensitives
is easy when inside one's own domain
Blue...seeing blue again Is happiness
in its own way its coming home
to the land with blue vastness
that always breathe a whispered welcome
this is where the beauty of fantasyland
survive the loss of innocence
and simplicity in looking at the world
with kindness and tolerance
the seashore with the blue sand
and sunsets with hues of rainbows
where...
#SelfReflection
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Absence Unspoken
I was gone for a while,
Sick and weary, body ailing.
A cold, a fever, taking their toll -
Apologies, my friends, I must make.
My virtual companions,
You who I hold dear,
Even though you did not ask
Of my time away, my absence here.
Yet you color my thoughts,
Your words a vibrant hue.
Poetry binds us, I know this true -
More than the author, the words shine through.
I returned, no messages awaiting,
No one seeming to care I was gone.
Perhaps my absence went unnoticed,
My reappearance just as swiftly...
Sick and weary, body ailing.
A cold, a fever, taking their toll -
Apologies, my friends, I must make.
My virtual companions,
You who I hold dear,
Even though you did not ask
Of my time away, my absence here.
Yet you color my thoughts,
Your words a vibrant hue.
Poetry binds us, I know this true -
More than the author, the words shine through.
I returned, no messages awaiting,
No one seeming to care I was gone.
Perhaps my absence went unnoticed,
My reappearance just as swiftly...
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#SelfReflection #WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection #WritingPoetry
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just this once...
29 of 30
I'm breaking my own rule
contemplating a particular what if
has me wondering...
who would I be...
if I loved me...
the way I care about others
how strong could I have been
if the understanding I've always given
had landed square on my weary shoulders
a cloak repelling the cold
as the world rained hard on my day
would it have borne less weight
been less agonizingly saturating
if I felt my own worth
how much less would it hurt
if the being on the receiving end ...
I'm breaking my own rule
contemplating a particular what if
has me wondering...
who would I be...
if I loved me...
the way I care about others
how strong could I have been
if the understanding I've always given
had landed square on my weary shoulders
a cloak repelling the cold
as the world rained hard on my day
would it have borne less weight
been less agonizingly saturating
if I felt my own worth
how much less would it hurt
if the being on the receiving end ...
#NaPoWriMo2024
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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An Echo, Golden Dusts
I heard your voice today
a single word right in my ear
the words Gracie loud and clear
I sat frozen trying hard to hear
would there be more words
would your voice be heard
and repeated very kindly
so I could hear it again clearly
Three years have passed since
you went to sleep and never woke up
our poems for you had tapered off
I waited for dreams to conjure you up
You never came into my dreams
when tears dusts the remembrance
from my weary eyes and heart
I turn inward to embrace golden dusts
...
a single word right in my ear
the words Gracie loud and clear
I sat frozen trying hard to hear
would there be more words
would your voice be heard
and repeated very kindly
so I could hear it again clearly
Three years have passed since
you went to sleep and never woke up
our poems for you had tapered off
I waited for dreams to conjure you up
You never came into my dreams
when tears dusts the remembrance
from my weary eyes and heart
I turn inward to embrace golden dusts
...
#death
#love
#SelfReflection
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6 Comments
yanking the rug
28 of 30
I've got no problem with ownership
but I'm no longer willing...
to carry the weight of some bogus shit
when it comes to my own actions...
I take full responsibility
recognizing healing & reparations...
are entirely up to me
it's not as hard as people like to believe
saying those 2 little words...
I'm sorry
{I'll even accept my bad...}
but where I draw the line
...absolutely refuse to rise to the bait...
is when others expect me
to cover their ass
take on board the onus...
I've got no problem with ownership
but I'm no longer willing...
to carry the weight of some bogus shit
when it comes to my own actions...
I take full responsibility
recognizing healing & reparations...
are entirely up to me
it's not as hard as people like to believe
saying those 2 little words...
I'm sorry
{I'll even accept my bad...}
but where I draw the line
...absolutely refuse to rise to the bait...
is when others expect me
to cover their ass
take on board the onus...
#choices
#NaPoWriMo2024
#PersonalGrowth #SelfReflection
#PersonalGrowth #SelfReflection
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Fractured Light
Vibrant rays of light are
Bouncing and beaming
Reflecting off of mirrors
It shows me what I’m seeking
Imperfections glued together
Over cracks that split across
Dividing up reflections
From once whole solid glass
Shards of glass are falling
I put the pieces back together
Seeing myself in every
Little splinter of mirror
What does the story tell?
How do the shards add up?
This story is fragmented
But I will never give up
One day I will be whole again
And I’ll see my true...
Bouncing and beaming
Reflecting off of mirrors
It shows me what I’m seeking
Imperfections glued together
Over cracks that split across
Dividing up reflections
From once whole solid glass
Shards of glass are falling
I put the pieces back together
Seeing myself in every
Little splinter of mirror
What does the story tell?
How do the shards add up?
This story is fragmented
But I will never give up
One day I will be whole again
And I’ll see my true...
#healing
#mirror
#NaPoWriMo2024
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfReflection
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6 Comments
Performance Review
I wish I could have been encouraged
by those closest to me,
I was taught we should be fortunate for the basics
and I believe that to be true
I see it was defeat
that carried them through life
and in turn
that translated
that one must settle instead of strive
But here I am
mid-life,
and unfulfilled in career
my only salvation
often the imagination
I envy those so driven,
qualities I can't always find in myself
the power of repetitive mindsets
having that influence
It isn't that I...
by those closest to me,
I was taught we should be fortunate for the basics
and I believe that to be true
I see it was defeat
that carried them through life
and in turn
that translated
that one must settle instead of strive
But here I am
mid-life,
and unfulfilled in career
my only salvation
often the imagination
I envy those so driven,
qualities I can't always find in myself
the power of repetitive mindsets
having that influence
It isn't that I...
#identity
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfReflection
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5 Comments
Phantom Mask
I don’t want to be a writer anymore.
I don’t want to feel the constant need to pick up a pen and paper to get my feelings out.
All because simply my mouth is zipped shut.
The only way to hear anything about me is through my writing. It's the only way I feel, I touch, I see, it's the only way I am me. I'm constantly putting on a show for others so I don't have the unbearing thoughts of if they will like me or not. But with writing I can show the true me. Saying things that I could never tell a person. My heart just wants to be liked by others and I'm tired of hearing how...
I don’t want to feel the constant need to pick up a pen and paper to get my feelings out.
All because simply my mouth is zipped shut.
The only way to hear anything about me is through my writing. It's the only way I feel, I touch, I see, it's the only way I am me. I'm constantly putting on a show for others so I don't have the unbearing thoughts of if they will like me or not. But with writing I can show the true me. Saying things that I could never tell a person. My heart just wants to be liked by others and I'm tired of hearing how...
#SelfReflection
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Onion Peels
I am like a humble onion
layers of me with secrets
sometimes I make me cry
and at times just peel and dry
there are layers interlaced
each one an honest reflection
of a piece of experiences past
a library of intricate emotions
the skin is a shield of protection
against those with bad intention
away from nosy prying eyes
within the core my true self lies
layers of me with secrets
sometimes I make me cry
and at times just peel and dry
there are layers interlaced
each one an honest reflection
of a piece of experiences past
a library of intricate emotions
the skin is a shield of protection
against those with bad intention
away from nosy prying eyes
within the core my true self lies
#SelfReflection
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6 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Self Reflection Seeking Friendly Advice