Self Reflection Poems
#SelfReflection
Poems about self reflection, where we contemplate our own personality and behaviour. Self aware poems engaging in introspection and meditation.
Secret_poet
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:46pm
Yesterday 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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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:32am
Yesterday 9:32am
Dear Sarah
Dear Sarah,
Every time I think I want to get over you, I stop and stare at the magnificent masterpiece you are. Every time your smile lights up a room and your jokes crack a laugh or two and how you inspire everyone around you with your words of wisdom.
How despite your darkness, you exude confidence and a sweet aura. How you're just like any other girl who gushes over fanfiction and cute boys, but your essence is not the same. You are as rare as Mew, childlike yet free spirited deep thinker. Unique yet humble. Not trying to be different yet naturally is different....
Every time I think I want to get over you, I stop and stare at the magnificent masterpiece you are. Every time your smile lights up a room and your jokes crack a laugh or two and how you inspire everyone around you with your words of wisdom.
How despite your darkness, you exude confidence and a sweet aura. How you're just like any other girl who gushes over fanfiction and cute boys, but your essence is not the same. You are as rare as Mew, childlike yet free spirited deep thinker. Unique yet humble. Not trying to be different yet naturally is different....
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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3 Comments
bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:17am
Yesterday 1:17am
Babbling
listen to me carefully
the pictures on the wall
are images created
in the mind, that is all
there is to knowing
what we think is out there
are visions in our consciousness,
in the mind, that is where
everything is taking place
every smell and taste
every sound and feeling
is happening as we face
confusing reality,
inside outside blues,
to go within is to begin
to win instead of lose
our grip on
what is going on
to find the only place
where we all belong
thought a...
the pictures on the wall
are images created
in the mind, that is all
there is to knowing
what we think is out there
are visions in our consciousness,
in the mind, that is where
everything is taking place
every smell and taste
every sound and feeling
is happening as we face
confusing reality,
inside outside blues,
to go within is to begin
to win instead of lose
our grip on
what is going on
to find the only place
where we all belong
thought a...
#SelfReflection
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Fishmander
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 9:30pm
3rd Jan 2025 9:30pm
Discipline
Crowns decorated in silver
A masquerade gone overtime
Bad decisions whisper kinder
Paint my vision with pantomime
And for me loss cries religious
A lamb shepherd to forever
Hells slow dance growls warm, contagious
Best spent piecing us together
Last number of a dying breed
An animal snug on a thread
I can never know what I need
Break bones to invent my head
Waiting fruitless I count seconds
Laughing as my insides color pages.
A masquerade gone overtime
Bad decisions whisper kinder
Paint my vision with pantomime
And for me loss cries religious
A lamb shepherd to forever
Hells slow dance growls warm, contagious
Best spent piecing us together
Last number of a dying breed
An animal snug on a thread
I can never know what I need
Break bones to invent my head
Waiting fruitless I count seconds
Laughing as my insides color pages.
#dark
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
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Fishmander
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 3:47am
3rd Jan 2025 3:47am
Astral
This psychic infection grows ferocious
Baring teeth in the form of mystic wile
Igniting throat of heaven grotendous
With gold scales to mark the stones of misdeed
Spit frigid words toward my direction
My simple ways pale the dark tile
My jagged shape rides its waves ascension
I scrape the dream I still struggle to read
Wounds mature dressed in midnight tapestry
Secretly feeding stars in single file
A constellation begging mastery
Half inside, half everywhere else at once
This ritual stirs silent
Keening...
Baring teeth in the form of mystic wile
Igniting throat of heaven grotendous
With gold scales to mark the stones of misdeed
Spit frigid words toward my direction
My simple ways pale the dark tile
My jagged shape rides its waves ascension
I scrape the dream I still struggle to read
Wounds mature dressed in midnight tapestry
Secretly feeding stars in single file
A constellation begging mastery
Half inside, half everywhere else at once
This ritual stirs silent
Keening...
#dark
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
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1 Comment
MalcolmG
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 1:43am
3rd Jan 2025 1:43am
New Lies ...
The clock strikes twelve, and we raise a glass,
Draped in old habits, cloaked in feeble cheer,
To toast a future built on shaky pasts.
A "new broom sweeps clean" oh, what a farce,
For here we march, the same yet somehow changed,
With fireworks masking all our broken fears.
The air explodes with light, yet silent fears
Lurk close, like shadows in an empty glass.
What truly shifts? What parts of us have changed?
The same old vows, proclaimed with fervent cheer,
Are swept aside as time unveils the farce:
A gleaming path that...
Draped in old habits, cloaked in feeble cheer,
To toast a future built on shaky pasts.
A "new broom sweeps clean" oh, what a farce,
For here we march, the same yet somehow changed,
With fireworks masking all our broken fears.
The air explodes with light, yet silent fears
Lurk close, like shadows in an empty glass.
What truly shifts? What parts of us have changed?
The same old vows, proclaimed with fervent cheer,
Are swept aside as time unveils the farce:
A gleaming path that...
#acceptance
#confusion
#SelfReflection
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 7:41pm
2nd Jan 2025 7:41pm
Humankind
we sound selfish as fuck- judgemental as fuck condescending as fuck, disrespectful as fuck- we are, manipulative as fuck, violent as fuck, greedy as fuck, overwhelmed as fuck, untrusting as fuck, invasive as fuck, paranoid as fuck, frustrated as fuck, broken as fuck, unsatisfied as fuck, indifferent as fuck....
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth
#honesty
#SelfReflection
66 reads
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 6:10pm
2nd Jan 2025 6:10pm
Shaped by Shadow, Touched by Flame
Beneath the heavens rent with crimson flare
Where wrathful fire danced a searing hymn
I stood amidst the blaze my spirit bare
And felt its touch consume me, limb by limb
Yet lo, the shadows coiled with dark embrace
Their whispered counsel deepened in my soul
They carved their mark a labyrinthine trace
And bade me rise anew complete and whole
O fire, thou art a cruel and mighty forge
Yet shadows craft the edges flame doth miss
Where searing tongues of gold and ember gorge
The shade bestows its fatal and silent kiss
...
Where wrathful fire danced a searing hymn
I stood amidst the blaze my spirit bare
And felt its touch consume me, limb by limb
Yet lo, the shadows coiled with dark embrace
Their whispered counsel deepened in my soul
They carved their mark a labyrinthine trace
And bade me rise anew complete and whole
O fire, thou art a cruel and mighty forge
Yet shadows craft the edges flame doth miss
Where searing tongues of gold and ember gorge
The shade bestows its fatal and silent kiss
...
#fire
#learning
#SelfReflection
#shadows
#silence
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rubyredheart
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 9:29pm
1st Jan 2025 9:29pm
of the wilderness
Moderation?
Do I look moderate to you?
Passion is my strength
Moderation is my struggle
The turbid sea & biting wind
The rugged mountains & the driving storm
These speak the language of my heartbeats
Dive me deep
Let my turbulence seep
Into your sleeping crevices
That I might waken
Every part of your soul
But
tell me truthfully,
Ought I moderate
These years of longing?
For you, yes, for you
I would
(such as I could)
But if you ask, please know
This wilderness is...
Do I look moderate to you?
Passion is my strength
Moderation is my struggle
The turbid sea & biting wind
The rugged mountains & the driving storm
These speak the language of my heartbeats
Dive me deep
Let my turbulence seep
Into your sleeping crevices
That I might waken
Every part of your soul
But
tell me truthfully,
Ought I moderate
These years of longing?
For you, yes, for you
I would
(such as I could)
But if you ask, please know
This wilderness is...
#love
#nature
#passion #SelfReflection
#passion #SelfReflection
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Kinkpoet
Bumped 1st Jan 2025 4:50pm
31st Mar 2021 7:34pm
31st Mar 2021 7:34pm
Ode To My Squatty Potty
he sits
perched like
royalty
upon lily-white
porcelain throne
knees to chest
feet planted
on footstool
affectionately called
‘squatters potty’
appearing as some
strange raptor
waiting for prey
bowel aligned
perfectly with
rectum and anus
stinking feces
stream into the
waiting bowl
effortlessly
no more pinching
of loaves or
straining at stool
‘hroids’ a thing of the past
each day just one
satisfying expulsion
over-and-done...
perched like
royalty
upon lily-white
porcelain throne
knees to chest
feet planted
on footstool
affectionately called
‘squatters potty’
appearing as some
strange raptor
waiting for prey
bowel aligned
perfectly with
rectum and anus
stinking feces
stream into the
waiting bowl
effortlessly
no more pinching
of loaves or
straining at stool
‘hroids’ a thing of the past
each day just one
satisfying expulsion
over-and-done...
#SelfReflection
#philosophical
795 reads
5 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 6:07am
1st Jan 2025 6:07am
Echos
Unfurled I swirl for loves complete collapse
Fall for its sharp heartbreak everlasting
I kneel for you to pull the wool over
Take what you want without ever asking
Caress the mess that I buried away
At best it served to put me in my place
Cornered like a rat in your catacombs
I never got to see where your heart is
Shovel in the courtyard; jaded arms race
Your signature in layers of blue mist
Black words, skeletons altered and risen
An echo roars familiar and distant.
Fall for its sharp heartbreak everlasting
I kneel for you to pull the wool over
Take what you want without ever asking
Caress the mess that I buried away
At best it served to put me in my place
Cornered like a rat in your catacombs
I never got to see where your heart is
Shovel in the courtyard; jaded arms race
Your signature in layers of blue mist
Black words, skeletons altered and risen
An echo roars familiar and distant.
#dark
#love
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
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Fishmander
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 4:49am
1st Jan 2025 4:49am
Shallow
Wiped out is my destiny
Stranded in a drought of wine
Lured back by a deity
Strangles by the hands of time
The sky doesn't pray for me
It plays a lute on my mind
Caught alive and left to sea
No one left- my hands are tied
Careful not to tell a lie
Or fall to your tragedy
Lost again I can't arrive
Somewhere worth imagining
Blown to bits I sail away
Inside out with my shallow mastery.
Stranded in a drought of wine
Lured back by a deity
Strangles by the hands of time
The sky doesn't pray for me
It plays a lute on my mind
Caught alive and left to sea
No one left- my hands are tied
Careful not to tell a lie
Or fall to your tragedy
Lost again I can't arrive
Somewhere worth imagining
Blown to bits I sail away
Inside out with my shallow mastery.
#dark
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
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