Long Poems About Self Reflection
#SelfReflection
Long poems about self reflection. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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Casey Brock
Casey Brock
Poem Published
27th May 2020 3:09pm
27th May 2020 3:09pm
Heartless
I wear my heart on my sleeve, figuratively and literally
An image black and gray, a rose wrapped in thorns, bleeding
It's core still holds an ember... I'd like to think that it is love
But I imagine it to be a fire... not this thing that is withered
That is rotten, a stench so fetid
But a force that should be unwaning
Unlike this slowly fading picture
A departure, as the ink breaks down
And what will be left?
A pain without a mark
One without a heart
Can such a thing exist?
What happens to the memories
Once it has been...
An image black and gray, a rose wrapped in thorns, bleeding
It's core still holds an ember... I'd like to think that it is love
But I imagine it to be a fire... not this thing that is withered
That is rotten, a stench so fetid
But a force that should be unwaning
Unlike this slowly fading picture
A departure, as the ink breaks down
And what will be left?
A pain without a mark
One without a heart
Can such a thing exist?
What happens to the memories
Once it has been...
#love
#heartbroken
#inspirational #SelfReflection
#inspirational #SelfReflection
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
23rd May 2020 3:18am
23rd May 2020 3:18am
Guardian Angel
As I lay back on the bed and I close my eyes
I remove all questions out of my head from who to why
I open a rift that allows me to slip deep within my mind
The air gets thicker and the darkness begins to shine
In this realm of reality, there is just me
Past, present, and future, along with alter egos to be
They all separate creating an aisle so I could see
The one thing in this dimension that really wasn't me
He was back in the shadows as if he was hiding and on a chain
I didn't have to ask because I knew his name
He was...
I remove all questions out of my head from who to why
I open a rift that allows me to slip deep within my mind
The air gets thicker and the darkness begins to shine
In this realm of reality, there is just me
Past, present, and future, along with alter egos to be
They all separate creating an aisle so I could see
The one thing in this dimension that really wasn't me
He was back in the shadows as if he was hiding and on a chain
I didn't have to ask because I knew his name
He was...
#dark
#evil
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
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2 Comments
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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eroseternal
Tim Eros
Tim Eros
Poem Published
16th May 2020 11:03pm
16th May 2020 11:03pm
Sensuous Me (Part I of II)
#SelfReflection
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery #sensual
#SelfDiscovery #sensual
168 reads
5 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
12th May 2020 6:30am
12th May 2020 6:30am
new seasons in the sun—blind man's soliloquy
Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to
behold the sun..."—Ecclesiastes 11:7 KJV
i
lend me my eyes
that I may see the sea
once more
then you can take them back
señor
for they belong to thee
as do my sighs
ii
give me a glance
if haply I may be
more sure
the one thing that I lack
tho poor
is not my sanity
in this vile dance
iii
should circumstance
my sight withhold from me ...
behold the sun..."—Ecclesiastes 11:7 KJV
i
lend me my eyes
that I may see the sea
once more
then you can take them back
señor
for they belong to thee
as do my sighs
ii
give me a glance
if haply I may be
more sure
the one thing that I lack
tho poor
is not my sanity
in this vile dance
iii
should circumstance
my sight withhold from me ...
#hope
#SelfReflection
#wisdom
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CindiSub420
Poem Published
6th May 2020 1:42pm
6th May 2020 1:42pm
Back to bed...
It's been..
Days...
Months
Years??
Has time truthfully escaped me?
I have been..
Just..
Sitting here
Quiet
Since I
Have no one to ask
or talk to
About all the different shit storms inside my head..
It would seems as though I have made it...
Out of my bed..
Somedays..
This may be a simple task..
Easy enough...
Stand on my own two feet
That's not to much to ask...
Right?
But then there days
Where
It can be quite the feat..
Yet there is so much...
Days...
Months
Years??
Has time truthfully escaped me?
I have been..
Just..
Sitting here
Quiet
Since I
Have no one to ask
or talk to
About all the different shit storms inside my head..
It would seems as though I have made it...
Out of my bed..
Somedays..
This may be a simple task..
Easy enough...
Stand on my own two feet
That's not to much to ask...
Right?
But then there days
Where
It can be quite the feat..
Yet there is so much...
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
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FromTheAsh
Poem Published
4th May 2020 4:49pm
4th May 2020 4:49pm
whispering to the furor
my scalp perpetually bleeds
raw & burning
so many years spent scratching my head
perplexed
as I reflect on a single question
how do I squeeze my multidimensions
into such narrowly defined outlines?
it's a thing I can't ever seem to comprehend
much less achieve
I don't wish to offend but this is who I am
and yet
I batter my frail flesh
wearying my bones
doing my best to mask my many failings
but I bend where they're rigid
sink where they swell
I do try to blend
I simply don't know how
so I form blocks...
raw & burning
so many years spent scratching my head
perplexed
as I reflect on a single question
how do I squeeze my multidimensions
into such narrowly defined outlines?
it's a thing I can't ever seem to comprehend
much less achieve
I don't wish to offend but this is who I am
and yet
I batter my frail flesh
wearying my bones
doing my best to mask my many failings
but I bend where they're rigid
sink where they swell
I do try to blend
I simply don't know how
so I form blocks...
#confessional
#learning
#SelfReflection
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3 Comments
Hunterapsych
Poem Published
2nd May 2020 5:34pm
2nd May 2020 5:34pm
No such thing (revised)
Day after day
feelings fade away
like the moments that don't seem
to last.
Night after night
we'll just say
"it's alright"
but I can't lie anymore and
I am not who I was before and
nothing is very much real anymore..
I can
sense
"one of my turns coming on",
I feel
lost as an ancient art,
high as a rainbow arc,
free as a falling dark star....
Straight through the sunlight
towards the edge of eternity
you'll see the infinite glow..
Don't look so...
feelings fade away
like the moments that don't seem
to last.
Night after night
we'll just say
"it's alright"
but I can't lie anymore and
I am not who I was before and
nothing is very much real anymore..
I can
sense
"one of my turns coming on",
I feel
lost as an ancient art,
high as a rainbow arc,
free as a falling dark star....
Straight through the sunlight
towards the edge of eternity
you'll see the infinite glow..
Don't look so...
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
59 reads
8 Comments
sagerhythm
Poem Published
29th Apr 2020 11:24am
29th Apr 2020 11:24am
Lachesism
Have you forgotten that you are meant to be a queen and not a pawn?.
Your womb, meant to be fertile ground from which kings will be born.
Who told you that your self worth is determined by the material wealth you demand in exchange for "love" ?
Money, Money, it has cut you soul in half.
Tell me sister,who taught you what it means to be a woman?
Blame your absent father and oblivious mother,
When all else fails blame the oppressive system, for even sheep walking to the slaughter have rhythm.
Blame boy who told you yes
Blame the man who told you no ...
Your womb, meant to be fertile ground from which kings will be born.
Who told you that your self worth is determined by the material wealth you demand in exchange for "love" ?
Money, Money, it has cut you soul in half.
Tell me sister,who taught you what it means to be a woman?
Blame your absent father and oblivious mother,
When all else fails blame the oppressive system, for even sheep walking to the slaughter have rhythm.
Blame boy who told you yes
Blame the man who told you no ...
#love
#women
#honesty #SelfReflection
#honesty #SelfReflection
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Feet-Fanatic
Poem Published
24th Apr 2020 7:06am
24th Apr 2020 7:06am
Poetry Breathes Life
Selfhood is the home I found in the profound poems of extraordinary strangers with mind boggling talent that touch my soul.
These pure writers inspire me, giving me the strength to pick myself up after life strikes me down into the depths of hell.
It is through their prose that they challenge me to try to overcome my succumbing doubts by living fearlessly without regret.
Their empowering words help me to accept that my failures are life's mere lessons to opening new possibilities of making my dreams come true.
Their intimate struggles are so eloquently expressed in their...
These pure writers inspire me, giving me the strength to pick myself up after life strikes me down into the depths of hell.
It is through their prose that they challenge me to try to overcome my succumbing doubts by living fearlessly without regret.
Their empowering words help me to accept that my failures are life's mere lessons to opening new possibilities of making my dreams come true.
Their intimate struggles are so eloquently expressed in their...
#inspirational
#SelfReflection
#gratitude
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
51 reads
6 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
20th Apr 2020 4:04am
20th Apr 2020 4:04am
Melting Pot
Last night I left all my inhibitions at the door
A clinging blue sexy dress, hair coiffed
My six inch stilettoes out the door I go
No nightly attendant in a parking lot on Madison Avenue
I now realized this pandemic is serious
No disrespect I am nurse, that was stated in earnest
The streets of New York were so deserted for me in search of myself
My color of blue always been a magnetic attraction for any man
The first person who approached me, a homeless man, no mask
I gave him a five dollar bill and a mask,...
A clinging blue sexy dress, hair coiffed
My six inch stilettoes out the door I go
No nightly attendant in a parking lot on Madison Avenue
I now realized this pandemic is serious
No disrespect I am nurse, that was stated in earnest
The streets of New York were so deserted for me in search of myself
My color of blue always been a magnetic attraction for any man
The first person who approached me, a homeless man, no mask
I gave him a five dollar bill and a mask,...
#SelfReflection
57 reads
5 Comments
LokiOfLiterati
Poem Published
19th Apr 2020 1:28pm
19th Apr 2020 1:28pm
NaPoWrimo 19/30 Ravenous
Flowing SOMEwhere, that’s a constant / I always owe something more / To the collective unconscious / Monster awaits my chops / Whatever drops, bottom to top / Spherical quip shit on empirical witness / Mirrored in illicit verbal murals / Burning for cerebral fitness / Lyrically vicious / But the beast just sips it all up / Tipping the bottom of the cup / Evolved my jaw to call it raw / Spitting sriracha and sodium amytal in my saliva / Livest vernacular disruptor / But he just calls it light supper / The fuck? / I just looked up at an endless scene / Like Jack hooked my dirty mind with his...
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#misunderstood
#SelfReflection
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