Least Read Poems About Self Reflection
#SelfReflection
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beanbandit
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:32pm
Yesterday 2:32pm
Pieces
Can you breathe in front of me?
Pieces..?
Im just a
Chemical
Pieces..?
Im just a
Chemical
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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FeNyX
Poem Published
26th Apr 2023 7:03am
26th Apr 2023 7:03am
Tea At 2am
Is quiet
The hum of the computer fan to my right
The creak of the steam pipes over head
The silence only broken by the odd car passing
Quiet ...
A soft crack of the building shifting
The clickety clack of my fingers pressing the keys ...
Even my breathing is inaudible through my silent headphones
Quiet ...
Alone
Only my damaged thoughts to keep me company
Thinking on Robin and his plight
Understanding more than I thought I could
The frustration of diminished capacity
Quiet ...
The term almost obscene...
The hum of the computer fan to my right
The creak of the steam pipes over head
The silence only broken by the odd car passing
Quiet ...
A soft crack of the building shifting
The clickety clack of my fingers pressing the keys ...
Even my breathing is inaudible through my silent headphones
Quiet ...
Alone
Only my damaged thoughts to keep me company
Thinking on Robin and his plight
Understanding more than I thought I could
The frustration of diminished capacity
Quiet ...
The term almost obscene...
#love
#SelfReflection
18 reads
5 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 11:02pm
13th Apr 2024 11:02pm
REFLECTION (mid 1990's, Galveston Island, Texas)
look broadly at the big mirror
see the big picture reflected there
do you see and feel only darkness and fear
or do you feel and see love
joy hope beauty and wonder
looking back out at you instead
quick
look around
and behind the big mirror again
do you still see love
at some point the big mirror will break
shattering into a thousand other
individually reflective pieces
where you will still see and be left
with only yourself and the big picture
in your mind and quickened senses
and hopefully love
joy hope...
see the big picture reflected there
do you see and feel only darkness and fear
or do you feel and see love
joy hope beauty and wonder
looking back out at you instead
quick
look around
and behind the big mirror again
do you still see love
at some point the big mirror will break
shattering into a thousand other
individually reflective pieces
where you will still see and be left
with only yourself and the big picture
in your mind and quickened senses
and hopefully love
joy hope...
#spiritual
#mirror
#TruthOfLife
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
27th Jan 2018 3:31pm
27th Jan 2018 3:31pm
Abstracts Of Me
My love, My Love...Do you NOT see...
I NEVER learned to be happy for me.
I don’t know what is that or how to be.
I was beaten and bruised and programmed to think
It was the people who I had to please.
So, I know NO HAPPINESS unless I please you
If you’re NOT happy, I am NOT content
For my happiness co-depends on yours.
My heart and your heart beat as one
I care NOT for myself as much as for you.
I have learned to push myself through
The dark, the rain, and my endless storms
And shine with a...
I NEVER learned to be happy for me.
I don’t know what is that or how to be.
I was beaten and bruised and programmed to think
It was the people who I had to please.
So, I know NO HAPPINESS unless I please you
If you’re NOT happy, I am NOT content
For my happiness co-depends on yours.
My heart and your heart beat as one
I care NOT for myself as much as for you.
I have learned to push myself through
The dark, the rain, and my endless storms
And shine with a...
#love
#relationships
#ILoveYou
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
20 reads
6 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
5th Jan 2018 3:36am
5th Jan 2018 3:36am
THE WAITING ROOM
Rising from a midnight slumber to find myself in an empty room
As I rise from the bed hurriedly looking for my missing groom.
I find myself surrounded by concrete walls and hardwood floors
Strange room, no doubt, with a bolted locked door.
Looking around I wonder if this is reality or is this a dream
As I do my best to recall last night’s memory- scene.
But, from a far distance, I hear a strange screech
Doesn’t take long to determine it is alien speech.
Nowhere to run…and can’t even hide under the bed
I swallow hard and filling my buds...
As I rise from the bed hurriedly looking for my missing groom.
I find myself surrounded by concrete walls and hardwood floors
Strange room, no doubt, with a bolted locked door.
Looking around I wonder if this is reality or is this a dream
As I do my best to recall last night’s memory- scene.
But, from a far distance, I hear a strange screech
Doesn’t take long to determine it is alien speech.
Nowhere to run…and can’t even hide under the bed
I swallow hard and filling my buds...
#identity
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
#redemption
#philosophical
22 reads
7 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
19th Dec 2017 9:52pm
19th Dec 2017 9:52pm
HOPELESS
Imagine if there was NO heaven
And no one ever held a Lucky Seven.
Imagine if the fate of all of Mankind
Whether cruel or kind,
Whether good or bad
Whether Happy or sad
All eternally damned into a lake of fire
Without the Savior as a Sire.
No Savior with His Saving Grace
No God with a comforting embrace.
Will you still sing Sunday praises and do your charitable deeds?
Will you have any motive, strong grounds or any guiding lead
To live and lead the Righteous life
Free of malice, anger, and contentious strife? ...
And no one ever held a Lucky Seven.
Imagine if the fate of all of Mankind
Whether cruel or kind,
Whether good or bad
Whether Happy or sad
All eternally damned into a lake of fire
Without the Savior as a Sire.
No Savior with His Saving Grace
No God with a comforting embrace.
Will you still sing Sunday praises and do your charitable deeds?
Will you have any motive, strong grounds or any guiding lead
To live and lead the Righteous life
Free of malice, anger, and contentious strife? ...
#hope
#religion
#God
#Christian
#SelfReflection
24 reads
1 Comment
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
17th Jun 2018 4:09am
17th Jun 2018 4:09am
UNRESOLVED MYSTERY
A puzzle I am even unto myself…a mystery not even I can resolve.
I have never understood why I do or act the way I do…the mystery never dissolves
With every leap I take into a brand new day
I blow myself away
Thinking and over-thinking, analyzing and configuring myself like an unsolvable equation
I’ve shot prayers up to the heavens asking the Almighty to explain, awaiting with anticipation
For answers never answered…not even by the Almighty One.
So, I’ve re-traced my footprints paved across the miles of my history and found...
I have never understood why I do or act the way I do…the mystery never dissolves
With every leap I take into a brand new day
I blow myself away
Thinking and over-thinking, analyzing and configuring myself like an unsolvable equation
I’ve shot prayers up to the heavens asking the Almighty to explain, awaiting with anticipation
For answers never answered…not even by the Almighty One.
So, I’ve re-traced my footprints paved across the miles of my history and found...
#loneliness
#identity
#confusion
#SelfReflection
#emptiness
24 reads
2 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
21st Mar 2019 6:12am
21st Mar 2019 6:12am
Medicine
have you been
been a polar bear
feeling the pins slash needles
of an electrosoothsay therapy
for a death or its minute
from within everyone's stomach
the center pulses pluses
and i shroud myself
by the hand of
a grandmother chief
and the headdress
told me to drum all digits
into the dirt of the lean-to
the salsa the mambo
after i greeted the organs
of my organic mechanical ess
with knees angling the ground
there be tiny spider doctors
taller than you if you were...
been a polar bear
feeling the pins slash needles
of an electrosoothsay therapy
for a death or its minute
from within everyone's stomach
the center pulses pluses
and i shroud myself
by the hand of
a grandmother chief
and the headdress
told me to drum all digits
into the dirt of the lean-to
the salsa the mambo
after i greeted the organs
of my organic mechanical ess
with knees angling the ground
there be tiny spider doctors
taller than you if you were...
#drugs
#confessional
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
24 reads
2 Comments
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
21st Dec 2019 2:51am
21st Dec 2019 2:51am
Unmasked
To confer her ways to cries,
Broken happiness caused by lies,
The content of bounded curves,
Made it seem like it’s all about her nerves.
Inquiries deemed possible,
Mistakes made it seem not achievable,
Her strength was altered,
And affairs became deterred.
From her eyeball you could perceive she was blue,
The reason why, she had indeed no clue,
Even though it was so obvious,
For her it wasn’t that notorious.
She couldn’t recognize,
Defeat of her hunger was about to crystallize,
Her uncertainty, ...
Broken happiness caused by lies,
The content of bounded curves,
Made it seem like it’s all about her nerves.
Inquiries deemed possible,
Mistakes made it seem not achievable,
Her strength was altered,
And affairs became deterred.
From her eyeball you could perceive she was blue,
The reason why, she had indeed no clue,
Even though it was so obvious,
For her it wasn’t that notorious.
She couldn’t recognize,
Defeat of her hunger was about to crystallize,
Her uncertainty, ...
#strength
#courage
#identity
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
24 reads
15 Comments
Krowzwish
Poem Published
27th Feb 2024 7:55pm
27th Feb 2024 7:55pm
Things I Cannot Reach
Familiar smell hits my nose
Yes!
It's a potato lying in the ash
Im cleaning the clean corridor
Then, where'd this smell come from?
Familiar voice hits my ears
Yes!
It's the water flowing in the creek
Im singing the choir in my hive
Then, where'd this voice come from?
Familiar figure flashes through
Yes!
It's the girl asked me the road
Im choking in all these names
Then, where'd this figure come from?
I must seize them
I must tie them tight and firm
They must be as near as me
Always...
Yes!
It's a potato lying in the ash
Im cleaning the clean corridor
Then, where'd this smell come from?
Familiar voice hits my ears
Yes!
It's the water flowing in the creek
Im singing the choir in my hive
Then, where'd this voice come from?
Familiar figure flashes through
Yes!
It's the girl asked me the road
Im choking in all these names
Then, where'd this figure come from?
I must seize them
I must tie them tight and firm
They must be as near as me
Always...
#SelfReflection
25 reads
0 Comments
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
20th Aug 2017 1:11am
20th Aug 2017 1:11am
untitled 8/19
there are times when
one must be willing
to destroy
all that one is
in order
to become
that which
one might be.
one must be willing
to destroy
all that one is
in order
to become
that which
one might be.
#SelfReflection
27 reads
9 Comments
_Skylark_
Poem Published
8th Nov 2022 11:34pm
8th Nov 2022 11:34pm
Fleeting
What we never had
Was a poem unfolding
In technicolor hues
The timeless art
Of a soul recognizing itself
As its only muse
A shattered reflection
Revealing itself
As the only truth
In scattered glints
So easy to miss
Too easy to lose
Was a poem unfolding
In technicolor hues
The timeless art
Of a soul recognizing itself
As its only muse
A shattered reflection
Revealing itself
As the only truth
In scattered glints
So easy to miss
Too easy to lose
#SelfReflection
30 reads
12 Comments
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