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.
tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 9:00pm
27th Jan 2025 9:00pm
I hope to see you there
Gentle air fills dying lungs
Under blue skies and bitter chill
Folk tunes playing through blown out speakers
Nervousness fills aching bones
Picking lint off of an expensive sweater without breaking eye contact
How did I get here?
Years of dreaming was never enough
Restlessness and addiction kept me stuck
Until the final push from the one who promised to never let me fall
An open door to the visions that have flooded my brain since adolescence
A bigger view caused for an emotional afternoon
But who am I to...
Under blue skies and bitter chill
Folk tunes playing through blown out speakers
Nervousness fills aching bones
Picking lint off of an expensive sweater without breaking eye contact
How did I get here?
Years of dreaming was never enough
Restlessness and addiction kept me stuck
Until the final push from the one who promised to never let me fall
An open door to the visions that have flooded my brain since adolescence
A bigger view caused for an emotional afternoon
But who am I to...
#choices
#hope
#identity
#mirror
#SelfReflection
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Jade72
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 11:41pm
23rd Jan 2025 11:41pm
Your ghost still haunts me
When dusks awakens and dew presents a lazy morning
My mind vagabonds to tender moments, where our bodies entertwined
Whenever the breeze plays its melody trough my soaring wings
The thought of you softly caresses my psyche
Your spirit surrounds me when I bathe,
Lathering becomes a playfull splurge of the senses
Your ghost still haunts me
I will forever be in love with the memory of you...
My mind vagabonds to tender moments, where our bodies entertwined
Whenever the breeze plays its melody trough my soaring wings
The thought of you softly caresses my psyche
Your spirit surrounds me when I bathe,
Lathering becomes a playfull splurge of the senses
Your ghost still haunts me
I will forever be in love with the memory of you...
#love
#myself
#relationships
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
115 reads
2 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 1:51pm
19th Jan 2025 1:51pm
Deep Thinker Who Values Connection Over Intellect
Since I've been with two people, Mike and Josh, this year. I want to compare the differences between them and why Josh made me feel safe and connected and Mike didn't.
Mike always talked about the end times and deciphering who the end times prophet was. We talked about theories about spirituality and the Christian doctrine. We always had deep thinker conversations about anything and everything.
But it felt empty. It felt empty because it was all talk based on fear and empty knowledge.
For he can know all the knowledge in the world, but if he doesn't have love,...
Mike always talked about the end times and deciphering who the end times prophet was. We talked about theories about spirituality and the Christian doctrine. We always had deep thinker conversations about anything and everything.
But it felt empty. It felt empty because it was all talk based on fear and empty knowledge.
For he can know all the knowledge in the world, but if he doesn't have love,...
#SelfReflection
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 8:37pm
18th Jan 2025 8:37pm
Am I Free?
Since I was a kid, I was that quiet kid who had too much on my mind to talk. I was constantly daydreaming, creating a fantasy world that felt safe to me. A world I never wanted to shatter with people's over dependence on me.
I still had close friends back then. At least two went on to become popular later on, but they never felt weird later talking to me.
I was the cool loner in school; I had my own crowd of folks who were similar. We had all some kind of confidence, even me who was more unsure of herself.
I learned early on that I had a dark side. I carried...
I still had close friends back then. At least two went on to become popular later on, but they never felt weird later talking to me.
I was the cool loner in school; I had my own crowd of folks who were similar. We had all some kind of confidence, even me who was more unsure of herself.
I learned early on that I had a dark side. I carried...
#SelfReflection
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 1:25pm
18th Jan 2025 1:25pm
How Angel Light Rose Became My Author Name
Once upon a time, Angel Light Rose was a girl made up in my head that I thought Josh would like instead.
She had an open relationship with someone who looked like him and also was with Josh too. She slept around a lot, and she knew all the moves. She wasn't awkward or that geeky like me. She was that girl who had a YouTube channel and would say "love yourself" when she was picture perfect in body and in spirit. I couldn't compete with her.
But now, I don't compete with her. I'm the real Angel Light Rose. The girl who was affected by mental illness, yet she no...
She had an open relationship with someone who looked like him and also was with Josh too. She slept around a lot, and she knew all the moves. She wasn't awkward or that geeky like me. She was that girl who had a YouTube channel and would say "love yourself" when she was picture perfect in body and in spirit. I couldn't compete with her.
But now, I don't compete with her. I'm the real Angel Light Rose. The girl who was affected by mental illness, yet she no...
#myself
#SelfReflection
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scalesofascorpion
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 6:13pm
13th Jan 2025 6:13pm
alchemical
your body holds the score
of all the pain you bore before
you found the strength
to fight these crimes of treason
is it not overkill?
we’re stepping through the blood we’ve spilled
staring into the eyes of an unexpecting victim
the shackles of shame have become my grave
can I hold on to my faith?
or is it written in my fate?
the lies they told me lacerate
stripping me down to the core of my pain
can I let go of my blame?
another season another game
we are not the same. I am the rain
seeping...
of all the pain you bore before
you found the strength
to fight these crimes of treason
is it not overkill?
we’re stepping through the blood we’ve spilled
staring into the eyes of an unexpecting victim
the shackles of shame have become my grave
can I hold on to my faith?
or is it written in my fate?
the lies they told me lacerate
stripping me down to the core of my pain
can I let go of my blame?
another season another game
we are not the same. I am the rain
seeping...
#healing
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
#suffering
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1 Comment
StarlaMaris
Starla Maris
Starla Maris
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 2:23pm
11th Jan 2025 2:23pm
Just let me be
Sometimes I wish I was invisible
Far away hidden from the view
Of those to whom I seem so visible
Those who prey on the sensitive and make you ashamed of being you
I try to make myself small
So as not to get their attention
But their cruelty always comes to call
No insecurity, no fault or flaw they won’t mention
Their words are like dementors draining the soul out of me
Too this, too that, taking me to task
Would they feel better if I ceased to be
All these people for whose opinion I didn’t ask
Betrayal always...
Far away hidden from the view
Of those to whom I seem so visible
Those who prey on the sensitive and make you ashamed of being you
I try to make myself small
So as not to get their attention
But their cruelty always comes to call
No insecurity, no fault or flaw they won’t mention
Their words are like dementors draining the soul out of me
Too this, too that, taking me to task
Would they feel better if I ceased to be
All these people for whose opinion I didn’t ask
Betrayal always...
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
106 reads
5 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 5:54am
11th Jan 2025 5:54am
The Girl Who Tells The Relentless Truth
Love me or hate me, I'm gonna be me.
Princess Alia/Diana Rose.
Princess of Hell and Earth.
I give you Earth by tending to the dying Garden of Eden as the Modern Day Eve.
I give you Hell by telling you the relentless truth you don't wanna hear.
Wanna hear you're a fat loser who needs to get off their ass and staying playing video games and eating cheetos in your mother's basement?
I'll tell you.
Wanna hear that you're a fat bitch who needs to stop endlessly complaining about why you're so...
Princess Alia/Diana Rose.
Princess of Hell and Earth.
I give you Earth by tending to the dying Garden of Eden as the Modern Day Eve.
I give you Hell by telling you the relentless truth you don't wanna hear.
Wanna hear you're a fat loser who needs to get off their ass and staying playing video games and eating cheetos in your mother's basement?
I'll tell you.
Wanna hear that you're a fat bitch who needs to stop endlessly complaining about why you're so...
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
69 reads
1 Comment
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 12:33pm
7th Jan 2025 12:33pm
Fly Away
The awakenings of lost dreams
leaves this man perplexed, somewhat
vexed by the inability to see
everything they did
Flashes in a dead pan glance, fleeting
memories dance to the tune of a
music box squeezed until the sounds
are all in slow motion
Even though it hurts I want to know, to
see them through surviving eyes
that I might let them go so far from me
I never gaze upon them again
The paradox of unremembered memories
I suppose, a caterpillar scratching at hard
soil longing for a place to rest then ...
leaves this man perplexed, somewhat
vexed by the inability to see
everything they did
Flashes in a dead pan glance, fleeting
memories dance to the tune of a
music box squeezed until the sounds
are all in slow motion
Even though it hurts I want to know, to
see them through surviving eyes
that I might let them go so far from me
I never gaze upon them again
The paradox of unremembered memories
I suppose, a caterpillar scratching at hard
soil longing for a place to rest then ...
#healing
#SelfReflection
16 reads
4 Comments
Secret_poet
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 7:35pm
6th Jan 2025 7:35pm
Forest of Hope
The world tipped on its axis,
and shadows danced through the trees,
as whispers turned to echoes,
and the echoes turned to pleas.
A canopy of giants,
with arms that reach and sway,
they shield all my burdens,
but cannot keep at bay,
the fire inside,
the storm brewing near,
where joy and fear collide,
in the turmoil of the year.
Leaves spiral like memories,
caught in currents of despair,
while I sift through their remnants,
searching for what’s fair.
What once felt like forever,
now a fleeting...
and shadows danced through the trees,
as whispers turned to echoes,
and the echoes turned to pleas.
A canopy of giants,
with arms that reach and sway,
they shield all my burdens,
but cannot keep at bay,
the fire inside,
the storm brewing near,
where joy and fear collide,
in the turmoil of the year.
Leaves spiral like memories,
caught in currents of despair,
while I sift through their remnants,
searching for what’s fair.
What once felt like forever,
now a fleeting...
#despair
#meditation
#nature
#SelfReflection
#TimeHeals
57 reads
1 Comment
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 1:32pm
5th Jan 2025 1:32pm
White Butterflies
The snow was like miniature white butterflies
in a beautifully choreographed flutter.
Always vanishing too soon.
So we wish upon a cluster of winter stars,
that permeate the mental bars.
Beneath the glow of the ambiguous moon.
The despair of not knowing if another cherished
day will exist.
The very dark between stars is what despair
cannot resist.
The snow falls in a stark silent rapture
of every fallen dream the heart still yearns to capture.
The moon is the wolf's trusted guiding light.
While the rabbit's eyes were...
in a beautifully choreographed flutter.
Always vanishing too soon.
So we wish upon a cluster of winter stars,
that permeate the mental bars.
Beneath the glow of the ambiguous moon.
The despair of not knowing if another cherished
day will exist.
The very dark between stars is what despair
cannot resist.
The snow falls in a stark silent rapture
of every fallen dream the heart still yearns to capture.
The moon is the wolf's trusted guiding light.
While the rabbit's eyes were...
#moon
#SelfReflection
#snow #stars
#snow #stars
150 reads
23 Comments
Secret_poet
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 2:46pm
4th Jan 2025 2:46pm
Forgive me
I’m sorry if I can be too much to bear,
A whirlwind of feelings that fill the air.
Each heartbeat a whisper, each tear a refrain,
I pour out my soul like an unending rain.
I care with a heart that knows no retreat,
Yet sometimes I fear I’m too quick to repeat.
The stories of love, of joy, and of pain,
As if I were bound by this sweet, wild strain.
I know that my heart can be heavy and bold,
Like a river that rushes, too passionate to hold.
I’m often caught wondering if I’ve crossed a line,
If giving my heart is a burden, but...
A whirlwind of feelings that fill the air.
Each heartbeat a whisper, each tear a refrain,
I pour out my soul like an unending rain.
I care with a heart that knows no retreat,
Yet sometimes I fear I’m too quick to repeat.
The stories of love, of joy, and of pain,
As if I were bound by this sweet, wild strain.
I know that my heart can be heavy and bold,
Like a river that rushes, too passionate to hold.
I’m often caught wondering if I’ve crossed a line,
If giving my heart is a burden, but...
#forgiveness
#love
#sacrifice
#sadness
#SelfReflection
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