Self Reflection Poems
#SelfReflection
Poems about self reflection, where we contemplate our own personality and behaviour. Self aware poems engaging in introspection and meditation.
Fishmander
Poem Published
Today 7:23pm
Today 7:23pm
Mauve
I wash along your cryptic temples
Heinous sights I hug tight in my head
Your decree is mirage dressed gentle
Handcuffed to a daydream spoon-fed
Waltzing through gardens lit pharaonic
Split by your rod you start to lash out
Carved in me a raven melodic
Claws nesting inwards I am trapped out
I scour rain for strange love familiar
Unrest, pond scum, deep breaths and full lungs
But you eclipse life of after-hours
Digest mothballs, listless from long falls
You swallow pentagrams with frigid jaws
My hand still...
Heinous sights I hug tight in my head
Your decree is mirage dressed gentle
Handcuffed to a daydream spoon-fed
Waltzing through gardens lit pharaonic
Split by your rod you start to lash out
Carved in me a raven melodic
Claws nesting inwards I am trapped out
I scour rain for strange love familiar
Unrest, pond scum, deep breaths and full lungs
But you eclipse life of after-hours
Digest mothballs, listless from long falls
You swallow pentagrams with frigid jaws
My hand still...
#dark
#love
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
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NP_NP
Poem Published
Today 7:22pm
Today 7:22pm
Alter Ego
The night feels electric when
you live in the fast lane,
Fast life, faster money,
no brakes, no shame.
We both stare into the witch’s
cauldron, Whispering "fuck it,"
and leap in without hesitation.
I tried to walk the straight path,
to live my life right,
Said my prayers each night,
seeking peace in the fight.
"You used to be ruthless,
you took what you wanted,
A boot to their necks, your
power undaunted. I thought
I buried you deep, thought
you’d die, But you keep
coming...
you live in the fast lane,
Fast life, faster money,
no brakes, no shame.
We both stare into the witch’s
cauldron, Whispering "fuck it,"
and leap in without hesitation.
I tried to walk the straight path,
to live my life right,
Said my prayers each night,
seeking peace in the fight.
"You used to be ruthless,
you took what you wanted,
A boot to their necks, your
power undaunted. I thought
I buried you deep, thought
you’d die, But you keep
coming...
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfReflection
#TruthOfLife
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NP_NP
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:56pm
Yesterday 4:56pm
Stillness
He asks, "What's on your mind?"
I respond with nothing,
but the silence betrays me—
he sees it in my eyes, the quiet
drift of thought. So again, he asks,
"What's on your mind?"
And I answer, simply, "Life."
He wants to know more,
to pull me from my reverie,
but he knows better
than to break the stillness.
Let me be, lost in wonder,
staring through the window
at the passing trees,
the strangers in their cars,
the signs, the void of motion.
I'm not rude, I’m just...
I respond with nothing,
but the silence betrays me—
he sees it in my eyes, the quiet
drift of thought. So again, he asks,
"What's on your mind?"
And I answer, simply, "Life."
He wants to know more,
to pull me from my reverie,
but he knows better
than to break the stillness.
Let me be, lost in wonder,
staring through the window
at the passing trees,
the strangers in their cars,
the signs, the void of motion.
I'm not rude, I’m just...
#identity
#learning
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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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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rubyredheart
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 5:07pm
18th Jan 2025 5:07pm
Retrospect
Our paths are just that—
simply paths.
Not good.
Not bad.
Not wise
or stupid.
Just paths
leading to our today.
Sometimes
pausing to turn around
to look back down
the trail we’ve climbed,
noticing the details
helps us better understand
The current view.
simply paths.
Not good.
Not bad.
Not wise
or stupid.
Just paths
leading to our today.
Sometimes
pausing to turn around
to look back down
the trail we’ve climbed,
noticing the details
helps us better understand
The current view.
#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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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 12:16pm
18th Jan 2025 12:16pm
Just shut up and listen
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ We all have been in a situation for one reason or another, 🤨 that we let what we say cause you to act a certain way not be heard. 🤔 Whether you are wrong or right in what you think and say to someone else, I say that to say this which ever the way you may take what it is I'm about to say to you. 🤨 When you don't agree with what someone say to you, how do you respond for do you begin yelling and cursing, 😠 yet you still not listening and thinking that they are wrong, for speaking to you in a calm...
#choices
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 10:53pm
17th Jan 2025 10:53pm
Did I Learn From It? Nope!
Don't be me!
Make the choices you THOUGHT ABOUT. Don't back out at the last moment! Don't get scared and quit or give up. Unless that is what you were thinking about! Don't be me and stick with status quo because...It's all I Knew!
When I was abused physically, emotionally, and sexually as a child - I did not speak up. I was scared to get hurt for telling so I remained and was hurt far more...but it was all I knew.
Don't be me!
I waited as a child for my mother to love me. If I had been removed I would have lost that chance at being loved. She...
Make the choices you THOUGHT ABOUT. Don't back out at the last moment! Don't get scared and quit or give up. Unless that is what you were thinking about! Don't be me and stick with status quo because...It's all I Knew!
When I was abused physically, emotionally, and sexually as a child - I did not speak up. I was scared to get hurt for telling so I remained and was hurt far more...but it was all I knew.
Don't be me!
I waited as a child for my mother to love me. If I had been removed I would have lost that chance at being loved. She...
#SelfReflection
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asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 10:12pm
17th Jan 2025 10:12pm
Over and Over
the moment is fleeing itself,
scared of its own deflection
looking into the pond
out of the pond, siren song,
islets scattered with eyelets
shells borne of seasickness
a vessel emptied, clear glassy ides
marching towards a frail old secret
buried pleasure
of broken tongues
cooled flames of mild temper
sacrificial lamb risotto
spurned, scorned, and soured
as if you look past me, through me,
what do you see?
scared of its own deflection
looking into the pond
out of the pond, siren song,
islets scattered with eyelets
shells borne of seasickness
a vessel emptied, clear glassy ides
marching towards a frail old secret
buried pleasure
of broken tongues
cooled flames of mild temper
sacrificial lamb risotto
spurned, scorned, and soured
as if you look past me, through me,
what do you see?
#boyfriend
#lover
#mystery #SelfReflection
#mystery #SelfReflection
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brazzoli
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 2:27am
17th Jan 2025 2:27am
Skeletons
A clattering from the closet, as the skeletons rise,
Old wounds now dancing before my eyes.
No more hiding, no more escape,
The past clings closely in sorrow’s drape.
The skeletons once silent now start to speak,
Revealing the secrets they longed to keep.
Whispering truths I dare not speak,
A vow unsaid, a silent prayer—
This endless load is my cross to bear.
With every step, they draw ever so clear,
The truth, like a storm, looms painfully near.
No longer a shadow I can flee,
But a mirror reflecting what I used to be.
They...
Old wounds now dancing before my eyes.
No more hiding, no more escape,
The past clings closely in sorrow’s drape.
The skeletons once silent now start to speak,
Revealing the secrets they longed to keep.
Whispering truths I dare not speak,
A vow unsaid, a silent prayer—
This endless load is my cross to bear.
With every step, they draw ever so clear,
The truth, like a storm, looms painfully near.
No longer a shadow I can flee,
But a mirror reflecting what I used to be.
They...
#fear
#SelfReflection
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 11:11am
14th Jan 2025 11:11am
Awake All Night
Last night I could not sleep
I don’t know what is wrong with me
Last night I could not sleep
I don’t know what is wrong with me
When I go in to bed and close my eyes
Only bad things rolling in my mind
Maybe something in my history
Maybe everything in my memory
Maybe nothing, maybe that full fucking moon last night
I don't know, but I want sleep
This is driving me crazy
I need my sleep, I need my sleep
During the day I'll be lazy
I need my sleep, I need my sleep
Have a dream, to sleep forever
I need my...
I don’t know what is wrong with me
Last night I could not sleep
I don’t know what is wrong with me
When I go in to bed and close my eyes
Only bad things rolling in my mind
Maybe something in my history
Maybe everything in my memory
Maybe nothing, maybe that full fucking moon last night
I don't know, but I want sleep
This is driving me crazy
I need my sleep, I need my sleep
During the day I'll be lazy
I need my sleep, I need my sleep
Have a dream, to sleep forever
I need my...
#myself
#SelfReflection
#sleep
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