Least Read Poems About Self Reflection
#SelfReflection
Least read poems about self reflection. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Poem Published
24th Oct 2019 5:34am
24th Oct 2019 5:34am
MY SHADOW STAYED BEHIND
For decades
I lived my life
Toiling and struggling
I foiled a path
And then another
Fork roads and cross ones,
changing lanes sometimes
Never have I looked back
Regrets followed
But failed to catch up
In the mids of it all
I stopped and looked up
Thought to contest
The glaring of the Sun
But the noon shine hurt my eyes,
And so I bowed down
All I saw was a spot of light
My shadow nowhere in sight
I looked around
In panic and in doubt
And there it was in the...
I lived my life
Toiling and struggling
I foiled a path
And then another
Fork roads and cross ones,
changing lanes sometimes
Never have I looked back
Regrets followed
But failed to catch up
In the mids of it all
I stopped and looked up
Thought to contest
The glaring of the Sun
But the noon shine hurt my eyes,
And so I bowed down
All I saw was a spot of light
My shadow nowhere in sight
I looked around
In panic and in doubt
And there it was in the...
#SelfReflection
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Laluma
Poem Published
27th May 2020 8:21pm
27th May 2020 8:21pm
Solitude of Aloneness
They say it is not good for mental health to be alone
Danger no matter where there's an endeavour to seek refuge
It is only true for those who have problems with the solitude of aloneness who become lonely
Being able to deal with difficulty without distraction
Whereas the rejuvenation from these moments is incomparable because of how good it feels being in the sanctuary of silent serenity
Trouble can follow at every turn
The world has no comprehension of the positiveness that lies in the condition of being a loner
Nature of having an appetite for risk can...
Danger no matter where there's an endeavour to seek refuge
It is only true for those who have problems with the solitude of aloneness who become lonely
Being able to deal with difficulty without distraction
Whereas the rejuvenation from these moments is incomparable because of how good it feels being in the sanctuary of silent serenity
Trouble can follow at every turn
The world has no comprehension of the positiveness that lies in the condition of being a loner
Nature of having an appetite for risk can...
#MyInspiration
#misunderstood
#SelfReflection
#meditation
#healing
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AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
23rd May 2020 11:16am
23rd May 2020 11:16am
Crushing The Seed
Claw at the disguise
Don’t be surprised to see blood
Scars are always ugly
Paint a ridiculing picture
Stand still let it happen
Feel the derision poured like acid
Burning words meant to wound
Leaving a permanent pigment
Another face In a crumbling wall
Your pain means nothing
Why should it
When such laughter brings joy
Crush the seed before it grows
Watch the decay ruin the beauty
Remember you are not good enough
Just tear yourself apart
Where’s the fun in that
Torture...
Don’t be surprised to see blood
Scars are always ugly
Paint a ridiculing picture
Stand still let it happen
Feel the derision poured like acid
Burning words meant to wound
Leaving a permanent pigment
Another face In a crumbling wall
Your pain means nothing
Why should it
When such laughter brings joy
Crush the seed before it grows
Watch the decay ruin the beauty
Remember you are not good enough
Just tear yourself apart
Where’s the fun in that
Torture...
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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drone
Poem Published
29th May 2020 9:41am
29th May 2020 9:41am
Who Are You
Who are you
within this vast
Energy field
where we all
Live
Who are you
to even suggest
that you know
Life
Who are you
when your mind
is stripped
down to the bone
when you don't even
Control
your own sea of mind
that speaks eloquently
for you to say
i know
therefore
I understand
if you ever begin
to emerge
from the primordial
soup
of your
premeditated
willful
Ignorant
mind
you will see
what it hides
the fear of you
No...
within this vast
Energy field
where we all
Live
Who are you
to even suggest
that you know
Life
Who are you
when your mind
is stripped
down to the bone
when you don't even
Control
your own sea of mind
that speaks eloquently
for you to say
i know
therefore
I understand
if you ever begin
to emerge
from the primordial
soup
of your
premeditated
willful
Ignorant
mind
you will see
what it hides
the fear of you
No...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#honesty #SelfReflection
#honesty #SelfReflection
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Actionread
Poem Published
19th May 2020 8:39pm
19th May 2020 8:39pm
Little words don't hurt about you
The mind is a virtual board banging with life with hologram memories that pigment our identity pixilate our sanity, glorify calamity cavity our ability,
bespoke our emotions then prance them on a sea side fashion runway,
with their careless sleeves,
they not taught to walk perfect they got that uncoordinated just go with it pace, that we often beat inside our heads,
but we never catch the wave in fact we aid the victim persuasions, engage in distilling the still, reaping the soul seal lynching every inch l, pinching every wish fishing in every psyche sink, simply said we...
bespoke our emotions then prance them on a sea side fashion runway,
with their careless sleeves,
they not taught to walk perfect they got that uncoordinated just go with it pace, that we often beat inside our heads,
but we never catch the wave in fact we aid the victim persuasions, engage in distilling the still, reaping the soul seal lynching every inch l, pinching every wish fishing in every psyche sink, simply said we...
#identity
#SelfReflection
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ClearmindedVillain
Poem Published
31st May 2020 4:02pm
31st May 2020 4:02pm
I Say No To Retrieve
Does it ever return?
Only in a good somber mood.
All that has to be done is remember your awful attitude.
Thank you for opening my eyes and mind to everything I’ve since attained.
You’re a teacher who would have thought.
Put to good use this time has been amazing.
Free to explore and go roaming.
Living through experiences I only recall to help others .
Smiles of mine burns with passion for what is coming.
I think I see her.
Only in a good somber mood.
All that has to be done is remember your awful attitude.
Thank you for opening my eyes and mind to everything I’ve since attained.
You’re a teacher who would have thought.
Put to good use this time has been amazing.
Free to explore and go roaming.
Living through experiences I only recall to help others .
Smiles of mine burns with passion for what is coming.
I think I see her.
#learning
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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anvinvil
Anvillan
Anvillan
Poem Published
30th May 2020 11:28am
30th May 2020 11:28am
Eyes of a Child...
Fireflies in the black night sky, the
eyes of a child wonder at the light show.
Where did those eyes of wonder go?
Eyes of wonder, collectors of opportunity.
Where did I lose that ability to
see opportunity before it is gone?
Eyes of a child see even in the dark.
Where are those eyes that could watch
opportunity unroll like film on a screen,
clear, imaginable, reachable and exploitable.
Why has daylight destroyed the blessings of
blackness. Why have the eyes of a child
become the the eyes of a spectator, an
observer,...
eyes of a child wonder at the light show.
Where did those eyes of wonder go?
Eyes of wonder, collectors of opportunity.
Where did I lose that ability to
see opportunity before it is gone?
Eyes of a child see even in the dark.
Where are those eyes that could watch
opportunity unroll like film on a screen,
clear, imaginable, reachable and exploitable.
Why has daylight destroyed the blessings of
blackness. Why have the eyes of a child
become the the eyes of a spectator, an
observer,...
#SelfReflection
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TheVoidSpeaks
Void
Void
Poem Published
22nd May 2020 6:08am
22nd May 2020 6:08am
Monologue
Your life is not yours,
you are not the master of all reality.
New age cant beat gravity.
Were all thrown in this world together
Seperating violently, creating hell colectively
False ego rises safe and sound...
Never challenged, never rebelled against.
What choice will we make when the time comes?
Unless we look in the mirror and start respecting ourselves, and each other as humans not slaves,
We will choose right. The Will is a right.
Yet if all slaves will hold on to their need to slay...
Well then, enjoy your time untill judgement...
you are not the master of all reality.
New age cant beat gravity.
Were all thrown in this world together
Seperating violently, creating hell colectively
False ego rises safe and sound...
Never challenged, never rebelled against.
What choice will we make when the time comes?
Unless we look in the mirror and start respecting ourselves, and each other as humans not slaves,
We will choose right. The Will is a right.
Yet if all slaves will hold on to their need to slay...
Well then, enjoy your time untill judgement...
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
20 reads
wolfmauve
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2020 6:59pm
2nd Jun 2020 6:59pm
expression
for a time
i have been
by myself
locked within
whats more to me
within the eye
the music plays
the well runs dry
our time has come
begin the cycle
find your place
along the tight rope
ask me if
ive felt the pain
i let it rinse me
down the drain
here i stand
sometimes i sit
i still cant breathe
another hit
what dose of me
you stand to take
what aftermath
the bond you break
expression of self
a finite idea
expressing the bond ...
i have been
by myself
locked within
whats more to me
within the eye
the music plays
the well runs dry
our time has come
begin the cycle
find your place
along the tight rope
ask me if
ive felt the pain
i let it rinse me
down the drain
here i stand
sometimes i sit
i still cant breathe
another hit
what dose of me
you stand to take
what aftermath
the bond you break
expression of self
a finite idea
expressing the bond ...
#identity
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
11th May 2018 10:36pm
11th May 2018 10:36pm
this hunger makes us dangerous
so what if i walk about with my head in the clouds?
so what if i am mostly a doppy romantic?
so what if i will not hear
a cross word about johnny mathis?
so what if i have my nose jammed in a book
or three?
so what if i am something of toaist these days?
do you think that i have forgotten
how to chew your face away
as if a rabid animal?
(and you with a face
so much like a porkchop.........)
so what if i am mostly a doppy romantic?
so what if i will not hear
a cross word about johnny mathis?
so what if i have my nose jammed in a book
or three?
so what if i am something of toaist these days?
do you think that i have forgotten
how to chew your face away
as if a rabid animal?
(and you with a face
so much like a porkchop.........)
#SelfReflection
21 reads
7 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
22nd May 2020 7:11pm
22nd May 2020 7:11pm
Grappling With Direction
I see
I saw
I am
Nothing
Just a speck
Think
Feel
Fear
Everything
As life surrounds
Was
Cut
Against
The grain
A rough resemblance
A stir of echoes
Lost things
On edge
Off piste
Grappling with direction
Who
What
Why
Identity not clear
Never has been
I saw
I am
Nothing
Just a speck
Think
Feel
Fear
Everything
As life surrounds
Was
Cut
Against
The grain
A rough resemblance
A stir of echoes
Lost things
On edge
Off piste
Grappling with direction
Who
What
Why
Identity not clear
Never has been
#SelfReflection
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AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
23rd May 2020 2:18pm
23rd May 2020 2:18pm
Blood And Tears
If you look in these eyes
You may feel a little sick
Sarcasm fuels abuse
Never ending nightmares begin
Remember to hide under covers
Little monsters on playground roundabouts
Nothing so innocent in their taunts
Sometimes there’s a reason
Not to give the power of speech
When tongues are as lethal as spears
No use running like hell
Those little demons know the shortcuts
Always there to push you over
Dancing with such glee
At the sight of tears and blood
Inside a bunker waiting for morning...
You may feel a little sick
Sarcasm fuels abuse
Never ending nightmares begin
Remember to hide under covers
Little monsters on playground roundabouts
Nothing so innocent in their taunts
Sometimes there’s a reason
Not to give the power of speech
When tongues are as lethal as spears
No use running like hell
Those little demons know the shortcuts
Always there to push you over
Dancing with such glee
At the sight of tears and blood
Inside a bunker waiting for morning...
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
21 reads
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