Self Reflection Poems
#SelfReflection
Poems about self reflection, where we contemplate our own personality and behaviour. Self aware poems engaging in introspection and meditation.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:25pm
Yesterday 8:25pm
Self-Esteem
A woman standing in the mirror yelling,
"Where were you when I needed you?!"
"Where were you when I needed you?!"
#fear
#identity
#minimalist
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
30 reads
8 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:13pm
Yesterday 7:13pm
My Values
I value compassion over shaming others. I try to listen and never judge. Everyone has their lot in life, let's just put it that way.
I value meeting people where they're at, not forcing them to where they could be. I think in order to truly change someone is to get in the mud with them. Not to do what manipulative people like Lenny did, saying I have a victim mentality. I've learned screaming and saying trite generic sayings like "don't give up!" or "be positive" won't help anyone. I know this from personal experience. Had a girl in a support group even thank...
I value meeting people where they're at, not forcing them to where they could be. I think in order to truly change someone is to get in the mud with them. Not to do what manipulative people like Lenny did, saying I have a victim mentality. I've learned screaming and saying trite generic sayings like "don't give up!" or "be positive" won't help anyone. I know this from personal experience. Had a girl in a support group even thank...
#SelfReflection
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0 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:20pm
Yesterday 5:20pm
The Illusion of Medication
This sanctuary is an illusion of internal peace.
Enticing me with hopes of an eternal peace.
This sanctity that I feel eases me temporarily.
Yet I understand that it is merely temporary.
I am sad and alone as I write this,
yet I am free as I write and create.
I vainly hope someday that eternal peace comes.
Yet I understand that will never be.
Psychosis has destroyed me leaving me in ruins.
Yet there is an internal glow that exists.
A heartbeat thunders from within
and I know I am still alive while...
Enticing me with hopes of an eternal peace.
This sanctity that I feel eases me temporarily.
Yet I understand that it is merely temporary.
I am sad and alone as I write this,
yet I am free as I write and create.
I vainly hope someday that eternal peace comes.
Yet I understand that will never be.
Psychosis has destroyed me leaving me in ruins.
Yet there is an internal glow that exists.
A heartbeat thunders from within
and I know I am still alive while...
#depression
#FeelingLost
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#surreal
27 reads
1 Comment
wallyroo92
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:59am
Yesterday 7:59am
The Roles I Played and Made
Upon taking my first breath when I came into this world
The mask I wore was a blank canvas of innocence
What transpired between then and now has been a whirl
A rollercoaster ride of both harmony and dissonance
I’ve been a liar
Stabbed and fired
I walked barefoot over the pyre just to get my point across
Then it was moot and dire
But I grew tired
Of mourning over things I couldn’t control and counted as a loss
Over the years I’ve been through plenty of mischief and mayhem
But the facades I wore became the faces to different...
The mask I wore was a blank canvas of innocence
What transpired between then and now has been a whirl
A rollercoaster ride of both harmony and dissonance
I’ve been a liar
Stabbed and fired
I walked barefoot over the pyre just to get my point across
Then it was moot and dire
But I grew tired
Of mourning over things I couldn’t control and counted as a loss
Over the years I’ve been through plenty of mischief and mayhem
But the facades I wore became the faces to different...
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
42 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:26am
Yesterday 00:26am
Being Paula
Cold & Cold-hearted.
Lonely & Alone.
Thinking. Fearing.
Wishing. Trying.
Hoping. Hungry.
Pained. Pale.
Dead to myself.
Just being Paula.
Lonely & Alone.
Thinking. Fearing.
Wishing. Trying.
Hoping. Hungry.
Pained. Pale.
Dead to myself.
Just being Paula.
#SelfReflection
43 reads
2 Comments
RyanBlackborough
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 9:48pm
20th Dec 2024 9:48pm
No uncertain terms (simply confounding)
Harsh asymmetrical contour following dislocated noncontextual departure.
Roaming, haphazardly choreographed with precise misaligned determination.
Mindfully staggering indistinguishable purpose consistently, in linear circumnavigation.
A matter of process, a state of perpetual traversal, saves from permanence.
The ad infinitum of specificity is quantum, the superposition allowing consistent continuity while indelibly transposing by observance.
Redundant to its operation, yet necessary in its function.
Leaving spaces unfilled by way of impetus, whilst evidently...
Roaming, haphazardly choreographed with precise misaligned determination.
Mindfully staggering indistinguishable purpose consistently, in linear circumnavigation.
A matter of process, a state of perpetual traversal, saves from permanence.
The ad infinitum of specificity is quantum, the superposition allowing consistent continuity while indelibly transposing by observance.
Redundant to its operation, yet necessary in its function.
Leaving spaces unfilled by way of impetus, whilst evidently...
#memories
#SelfReflection
31 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 11:13am
20th Dec 2024 11:13am
Identity
I bait my own trap
I'll wait for myself to walk in and trip the mine
I'll wait for myself to walk in and trip the mine
#identity
#myself
#regret #SelfReflection
#regret #SelfReflection
50 reads
15 Comments
s0_obscen3
s0_Obscene
s0_Obscene
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 8:24pm
19th Dec 2024 8:24pm
Let them be alien
Mouthfuls of mindfulness
invading my senses
inhaling , patience complacence
what is this foul fragrance
unfamiliar, alien
yet verbatim
a sleepless ultimatum
or let them be alien?
invading my senses
inhaling , patience complacence
what is this foul fragrance
unfamiliar, alien
yet verbatim
a sleepless ultimatum
or let them be alien?
#apathy
#emptiness
#SelfReflection #sleep
#SelfReflection #sleep
46 reads
1 Comment
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 6:25pm
19th Dec 2024 6:25pm
Untitled
I need to be alone. I need to be alone. I need to be alone. I need to be alone. I need to be alone. I need to be alone. I need to be alone.
#emptiness
#honesty
#LifeCycle
#love
#SelfReflection
58 reads
Miss_Haides
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 5:08pm
19th Dec 2024 5:08pm
Anonymous Energy
I was formed from a seed of desperation.
Written and scarred upon my skin, upon my temperament.
Upon my disposition.
I wear it like a crown for all to see.
Look upon my face and recognise me.
The face of nothing.
The face of no one.
Unseen.
The face of many generations of many entities.
None belong to me.
Borrowed atoms, borrowed genes.
Just light anonymous energy.
Don't you see? The parade?
Quickly!
Don, your hat! Your Gloves! Your Hair!
Your Identity.
Unseen.
The face of no one.
The...
Written and scarred upon my skin, upon my temperament.
Upon my disposition.
I wear it like a crown for all to see.
Look upon my face and recognise me.
The face of nothing.
The face of no one.
Unseen.
The face of many generations of many entities.
None belong to me.
Borrowed atoms, borrowed genes.
Just light anonymous energy.
Don't you see? The parade?
Quickly!
Don, your hat! Your Gloves! Your Hair!
Your Identity.
Unseen.
The face of no one.
The...
#identity
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
50 reads
1 Comment
Everavalon
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 1:07pm
19th Dec 2024 1:07pm
Harvest rye
Regret transcends through time
as quickly as the rye unfolds its bounty
An intellectual seed fastened to the machine
Pumping out offspring to satisfy bellies
And the mothers, forgotten;
preoccupied by the pine of a looming wither
O’ that weathered weed;
With skeletal verdure and
stalks with unflattering jackets
Her lament;
this subtle mourn—
into the vessel and out of the womb
without thought; without context
See me; feel me
I am of husk and not of grain
I am a body with gesture; with spirit
I am here and I...
as quickly as the rye unfolds its bounty
An intellectual seed fastened to the machine
Pumping out offspring to satisfy bellies
And the mothers, forgotten;
preoccupied by the pine of a looming wither
O’ that weathered weed;
With skeletal verdure and
stalks with unflattering jackets
Her lament;
this subtle mourn—
into the vessel and out of the womb
without thought; without context
See me; feel me
I am of husk and not of grain
I am a body with gesture; with spirit
I am here and I...
#dark
#SelfReflection
37 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 12:42pm
18th Dec 2024 12:42pm
Sometimes we forget
Through this life we are always facing ghostly hard times, when we start to find ourselves in battle, with things.that we can't control from happening, but yet it's life. 😭 THAT will break us down and destroy the deepness in our heart and lives, that comes from out of certain real life circumstances that just becomes more, than we can tolerate yet that is still life. For sure it's very necessary to understand, that there is an aura of understanding, that shakes up the nonsense, trying to make sense of it as we, exchange our own personal feelings and thoughts of emotions, and genuine...
#metaphor
#philosophical
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
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