Self Reflection Poems
#SelfReflection
Poems about self reflection, where we contemplate our own personality and behaviour. Self aware poems engaging in introspection and meditation.
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 1:51am
9th Jan 2025 1:51am
SUDDENLY IT CAME TO ME (Wed., Jan. 8th, 2025, 1:00am, Palm Springs, California)
suddenly
it came to me
in flowing streams
of gleaming liquid veils unfurled
a sacred truth s secret hidden
in these words
within my being
within my soul
whispered given
to by and from
someone something
some previously ungrasped unknown
higher ineffable power
somewhere far beyond
this earth this sun
these feelings thoughts
these thin ink lined words ...
it came to me
in flowing streams
of gleaming liquid veils unfurled
a sacred truth s secret hidden
in these words
within my being
within my soul
whispered given
to by and from
someone something
some previously ungrasped unknown
higher ineffable power
somewhere far beyond
this earth this sun
these feelings thoughts
these thin ink lined words ...
#evolution
#inspirational
#LifeCycle
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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StillisinInk
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 7:01pm
8th Jan 2025 7:01pm
To My Old Self....
To my old self,
I apologize for turning out this way.
You held high hopes for the future —
I crushed them down,
all in vain.
one by one,
broke the promises we made,
lost your essence,
realized it too late.
Will I disappoint you,
if I became the adult we hated?
In moments of loneliness and despair,
I wish you were here,
to heal the wounds
with your love and care.
I tried to be
what we wished for,
but nothing ever seemed to work.
I brought more trouble.
I asked you to leave,
just to...
I apologize for turning out this way.
You held high hopes for the future —
I crushed them down,
all in vain.
one by one,
broke the promises we made,
lost your essence,
realized it too late.
Will I disappoint you,
if I became the adult we hated?
In moments of loneliness and despair,
I wish you were here,
to heal the wounds
with your love and care.
I tried to be
what we wished for,
but nothing ever seemed to work.
I brought more trouble.
I asked you to leave,
just to...
#bittersweet
#memories
#regret
#sadness
#SelfReflection
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god_of_Confusion
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 1:53am
8th Jan 2025 1:53am
Lap around the sun
Another year has drifted by
passing at the blink of an eye.
Each blessing leaves me guessing what’s in store for me next
but I know my fate is in my hands.
It was a lovely loop around the sun
and in this moment of reflection free from haziness
I see how wonderful my life is.
All the love surrounding me, all the journeys,
the wild drunken nights and breathtaking views with beauty so blinding..
but experiencing these moments with the soul of my dreams is what elevates me.
My heart takes flight at the sight of his divine smile, his...
passing at the blink of an eye.
Each blessing leaves me guessing what’s in store for me next
but I know my fate is in my hands.
It was a lovely loop around the sun
and in this moment of reflection free from haziness
I see how wonderful my life is.
All the love surrounding me, all the journeys,
the wild drunken nights and breathtaking views with beauty so blinding..
but experiencing these moments with the soul of my dreams is what elevates me.
My heart takes flight at the sight of his divine smile, his...
#LifeCycle
#love
#NewYear
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 12:33pm
7th Jan 2025 12:33pm
Fly Away
The awakenings of lost dreams
leaves this man perplexed, somewhat
vexed by the inability to see
everything they did
Flashes in a dead pan glance, fleeting
memories dance to the tune of a
music box squeezed until the sounds
are all in slow motion
Even though it hurts I want to know, to
see them through surviving eyes
that I might let them go so far from me
I never gaze upon them again
The paradox of unremembered memories
I suppose, a caterpillar scratching at hard
soil longing for a place to rest then ...
leaves this man perplexed, somewhat
vexed by the inability to see
everything they did
Flashes in a dead pan glance, fleeting
memories dance to the tune of a
music box squeezed until the sounds
are all in slow motion
Even though it hurts I want to know, to
see them through surviving eyes
that I might let them go so far from me
I never gaze upon them again
The paradox of unremembered memories
I suppose, a caterpillar scratching at hard
soil longing for a place to rest then ...
#healing
#SelfReflection
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4 Comments
brazzoli
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 1:07am
7th Jan 2025 1:07am
Alone, Just Me
Deep inside there’s a me no eye has seen,
A hidden world, a shadowed scene,
Where fantasies run wild, where fears reside,
Where secrets live and truths collide.
This is alone me—hidden, unknown,
To my wounded conscience, a realm all my own.
No one is allowed where alone me stays,
Through sleepless nights and echoing days,
For in this space, I face my soul,
The parts of me beyond control.
And though it’s lonely, it’s where I’m free,
My truest self—alone, just me..
brazzoli 1-5-25
A hidden world, a shadowed scene,
Where fantasies run wild, where fears reside,
Where secrets live and truths collide.
This is alone me—hidden, unknown,
To my wounded conscience, a realm all my own.
No one is allowed where alone me stays,
Through sleepless nights and echoing days,
For in this space, I face my soul,
The parts of me beyond control.
And though it’s lonely, it’s where I’m free,
My truest self—alone, just me..
brazzoli 1-5-25
#SelfReflection
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Secret_poet
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 7:35pm
6th Jan 2025 7:35pm
Forest of Hope
The world tipped on its axis,
and shadows danced through the trees,
as whispers turned to echoes,
and the echoes turned to pleas.
A canopy of giants,
with arms that reach and sway,
they shield all my burdens,
but cannot keep at bay,
the fire inside,
the storm brewing near,
where joy and fear collide,
in the turmoil of the year.
Leaves spiral like memories,
caught in currents of despair,
while I sift through their remnants,
searching for what’s fair.
What once felt like forever,
now a fleeting...
and shadows danced through the trees,
as whispers turned to echoes,
and the echoes turned to pleas.
A canopy of giants,
with arms that reach and sway,
they shield all my burdens,
but cannot keep at bay,
the fire inside,
the storm brewing near,
where joy and fear collide,
in the turmoil of the year.
Leaves spiral like memories,
caught in currents of despair,
while I sift through their remnants,
searching for what’s fair.
What once felt like forever,
now a fleeting...
#despair
#meditation
#nature
#SelfReflection
#TimeHeals
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1 Comment
LunasChild8
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 6:30pm
6th Jan 2025 6:30pm
Back to the Light
When I look into the mirror
Turn the page on this dark chapter
Gone are my fears; they went out the door
I’ve had enough; I can’t take no more
Lend me a guiding hand back to the light.
Turn the page on this dark chapter
Gone are my fears; they went out the door
I’ve had enough; I can’t take no more
Lend me a guiding hand back to the light.
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
#support
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LibraSoul96
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 1:41am
6th Jan 2025 1:41am
Spit it out
DOA (Dead on arrival)
Dearly departed to all of my rivals
No one gives a fuck about you
So there will be no ink wasted on heartfelt obituaries
I'm the alpha and the omega, so a real deity knows how to mark all of her territories
Michael Jackson moonwalking in these bloody red bottoms
I know how to aim for my target, call me Mrs. Spot em and got em
Russian Roulette, my words are the bullets that have no name on it
This competition is kind of dry, do you mind if I wet it with the game that I spit ...
Dearly departed to all of my rivals
No one gives a fuck about you
So there will be no ink wasted on heartfelt obituaries
I'm the alpha and the omega, so a real deity knows how to mark all of her territories
Michael Jackson moonwalking in these bloody red bottoms
I know how to aim for my target, call me Mrs. Spot em and got em
Russian Roulette, my words are the bullets that have no name on it
This competition is kind of dry, do you mind if I wet it with the game that I spit ...
#rap
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
243 reads
11 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 11:58pm
5th Jan 2025 11:58pm
Three Insights
Behold the lines of faded legacy
Behold the lure of false integrity
May your body be held as church
Linking sanctuary of mind
To birth memory in urge
Teething on your hearts golden shine
Behold the dreary glare of consequence
Behold the deepest gallows in essence
Before your bridge crosses over
Intersect the ledge and return
Endure your failures hereafter
Gliding seamless like a winged wyrm
Behold the fissure of lost potential
Behold those serpent fields celestial
Rage against the onyx black...
Behold the lure of false integrity
May your body be held as church
Linking sanctuary of mind
To birth memory in urge
Teething on your hearts golden shine
Behold the dreary glare of consequence
Behold the deepest gallows in essence
Before your bridge crosses over
Intersect the ledge and return
Endure your failures hereafter
Gliding seamless like a winged wyrm
Behold the fissure of lost potential
Behold those serpent fields celestial
Rage against the onyx black...
#MentalHealth
#nature
#SelfReflection #spiritual
#SelfReflection #spiritual
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 7:24pm
5th Jan 2025 7:24pm
Playdoh Bones
without consumption of any kind(especially the stomache's appetite)- the illusion dies; the story book of fairy tales-all its once upon a times; this whole show and prove thing- that you deserve to be alive- to make the cut- another face-another reason for what aligns within the book of lovely-ugly sensational-lies....
signs of a seriously depressed "human being"- when, "music to ones' ears"- loses its "sound" and simply becomes noise; when imagination is or becomes.... desert bones....
signs of a seriously depressed "human being"- when, "music to ones' ears"- loses its "sound" and simply becomes noise; when imagination is or becomes.... desert bones....
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
#animals
#SelfReflection
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Fishmander
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 5:19pm
5th Jan 2025 5:19pm
Helix
Black coffee is my incomplete language
Swirls of past selfs clinging backwards, clockwise
Connecting dots in a frame not basic
Hot on my lips, roasted in my veins
I liquefy, melt inside, dead cocoon
Plastered bitter somewhere in an old house
Strung up on possibilities pained maroon
Lazy, I opt for pathways learned sideways
My cup sweats, begging for its routine
Glossy it rides my curves appetite
A steamy, fiery night-colored machine
Gracing my tongue with eclipse and solstice
Gone is the tired wounds embrace ...
Swirls of past selfs clinging backwards, clockwise
Connecting dots in a frame not basic
Hot on my lips, roasted in my veins
I liquefy, melt inside, dead cocoon
Plastered bitter somewhere in an old house
Strung up on possibilities pained maroon
Lazy, I opt for pathways learned sideways
My cup sweats, begging for its routine
Glossy it rides my curves appetite
A steamy, fiery night-colored machine
Gracing my tongue with eclipse and solstice
Gone is the tired wounds embrace ...
#dark
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
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1 Comment
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 1:32pm
5th Jan 2025 1:32pm
White Butterflies
The snow was like miniature white butterflies
in a beautifully choreographed flutter.
Always vanishing too soon.
So we wish upon a cluster of winter stars,
that permeate the mental bars.
Beneath the glow of the ambiguous moon.
The despair of not knowing if another cherished
day will exist.
The very dark between stars is what despair
cannot resist.
The snow falls in a stark silent rapture
of every fallen dream the heart still yearns to capture.
The moon is the wolf's trusted guiding light.
While the rabbit's eyes were...
in a beautifully choreographed flutter.
Always vanishing too soon.
So we wish upon a cluster of winter stars,
that permeate the mental bars.
Beneath the glow of the ambiguous moon.
The despair of not knowing if another cherished
day will exist.
The very dark between stars is what despair
cannot resist.
The snow falls in a stark silent rapture
of every fallen dream the heart still yearns to capture.
The moon is the wolf's trusted guiding light.
While the rabbit's eyes were...
#moon
#SelfReflection
#snow #stars
#snow #stars
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23 Comments
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