Self Reflection Poems
#SelfReflection
Poems about self reflection, where we contemplate our own personality and behaviour. Self aware poems engaging in introspection and meditation.
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
103 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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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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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 11:29pm
31st Dec 2024 11:29pm
LOOK INTO MY EYES
Can you look into my eyes 👁️ 👁️ and tell me, what is that you are seeking to see, if you look even deeper than deep into my eyes. For sure as you look into my eyes, you can see that I can't really see you cause I'm BLIND. But yet I can really see you just as you are to me, 😞 in skin and flesh and blood and bones as you stand there before me. For sure that they elders say that no one is sent to you by chance or accident 🧐 For if it's possible that they can be here, in your life and world and dreams, do they come with a positive level of energy and...
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
78 reads
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Everavalon
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 10:48pm
31st Dec 2024 10:48pm
Without circumstance
To lionize the simple folk
Starting them off on a collar
Led astray by some sophisticated wit with money
and boat loads of free time
Reacting selfishly to the amble of souls
pining for status in this modern whirl
Romancing freedom like some vested chump
riding on the backs of the boughten
Mentally, they’ve caned the rose hips into cluster;
fortifying their abundance like a tilting axis
on a vintage skewer
holding up the earth in stained resonance
whispering nothings to the moon in hopes of a reply
I’ve had...
Starting them off on a collar
Led astray by some sophisticated wit with money
and boat loads of free time
Reacting selfishly to the amble of souls
pining for status in this modern whirl
Romancing freedom like some vested chump
riding on the backs of the boughten
Mentally, they’ve caned the rose hips into cluster;
fortifying their abundance like a tilting axis
on a vintage skewer
holding up the earth in stained resonance
whispering nothings to the moon in hopes of a reply
I’ve had...
#SelfReflection
151 reads
5 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 3:15pm
31st Dec 2024 3:15pm
Hereafter
Our fears burgeon when we bleed black, head tipped forward in the moment to feed the sorrow that has evolved into useless stature. A wilt of the eye that is too immersed in the fray to accommodate clear vision; a soiled iris moored at the pier that dredges the bottom each day.
The illume of my soul obscures like a resonant illness to form my unease. I am far from a source of vibrancy to kindle my stride. Oceans away from reprieve with no land between to lay my head. I face my eyes to the aft to acknowledge every lapse; every miscalculation. What I learned is disdainful: I’ve...
The illume of my soul obscures like a resonant illness to form my unease. I am far from a source of vibrancy to kindle my stride. Oceans away from reprieve with no land between to lay my head. I face my eyes to the aft to acknowledge every lapse; every miscalculation. What I learned is disdainful: I’ve...
#SelfReflection
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Fishmander
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 2:23am
31st Dec 2024 2:23am
Guise
I am nourished by the sound of buzzing
Flippant razors that tickle the senses
Beneath the bridge of a life worth loving
Between the silence of lies, pretenses
Who is that on the painted puppets path?
Wounds which yearn for warmth under scarlet rays
Cooing grey confetti and pastel scrap
Consequences for walking the round maze
I am ravaged sick by beady brown eyes
Each footprint a threat to my late success
Am empty chair symbols my last dance
Arriving early to my excess
Out of sewage molded to fit my shape...
Flippant razors that tickle the senses
Beneath the bridge of a life worth loving
Between the silence of lies, pretenses
Who is that on the painted puppets path?
Wounds which yearn for warmth under scarlet rays
Cooing grey confetti and pastel scrap
Consequences for walking the round maze
I am ravaged sick by beady brown eyes
Each footprint a threat to my late success
Am empty chair symbols my last dance
Arriving early to my excess
Out of sewage molded to fit my shape...
#dark
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
73 reads
1 Comment
Fishmander
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 1:52am
31st Dec 2024 1:52am
Second Course
In cast iron my fate flounders fluid
Against the heat I meet an old teacher
As chalkboard teeth feed me heartful, lucid
Eye to eye with a mad tearful reaper
Sober on the stormfront, shipwrecked, fragile
I fumble through the pass, deep sinks honor
Awake at sea I become the landfill
Waste so tall there's a view from the harbor
And along the way it snuck in candid
A mystic hand pulls me back with ferver
Each whisper a coral dagger splendid
Laying the lines for light much grander
Like spells stoked out of sequence ...
Against the heat I meet an old teacher
As chalkboard teeth feed me heartful, lucid
Eye to eye with a mad tearful reaper
Sober on the stormfront, shipwrecked, fragile
I fumble through the pass, deep sinks honor
Awake at sea I become the landfill
Waste so tall there's a view from the harbor
And along the way it snuck in candid
A mystic hand pulls me back with ferver
Each whisper a coral dagger splendid
Laying the lines for light much grander
Like spells stoked out of sequence ...
#dark
#love
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
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1 Comment
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 7:44am
30th Dec 2024 7:44am
In foster care...
At thirteen, I was in foster care...
out in the country with a kind older couple
named Hank and Ellen who never abused me.
I was fed three times a day! I always finished my plate.
I had a room of my own...first time!
They bought me new clothes that fit me
and they were always clean and smelled outdoorsy.
Did I mention they never abused me?
I could run and play. Stare at clouds. I helped
collect eggs from the chicken coop. I had a kitten named Tiny and I even had a favorite tree!!! Nice!
NO ONE HIT ME OR TOUCHED ME THERE! Nicer! ...
out in the country with a kind older couple
named Hank and Ellen who never abused me.
I was fed three times a day! I always finished my plate.
I had a room of my own...first time!
They bought me new clothes that fit me
and they were always clean and smelled outdoorsy.
Did I mention they never abused me?
I could run and play. Stare at clouds. I helped
collect eggs from the chicken coop. I had a kitten named Tiny and I even had a favorite tree!!! Nice!
NO ONE HIT ME OR TOUCHED ME THERE! Nicer! ...
#happiness
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
82 reads
1 Comment
Shon
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 10:27pm
29th Dec 2024 10:27pm
The Fairies in the Fog
Walking home last night.
A fog eliminated the view.
Replacing all colours with a grey hue.
Tabula rasa moment.
I'm in the zone.
My mind thoughts & words mingle.
In that place, jumbled yet unformed.
Words painting visual imagines.
Of eclectic hues and colours.
Sky and clouds became a canvas.
Primed in gray tones.
Silhouettes back lit by street lights.
The world desaturated.
Devoid of colour.
Gray on grey on gray. ...
A fog eliminated the view.
Replacing all colours with a grey hue.
Tabula rasa moment.
I'm in the zone.
My mind thoughts & words mingle.
In that place, jumbled yet unformed.
Words painting visual imagines.
Of eclectic hues and colours.
Sky and clouds became a canvas.
Primed in gray tones.
Silhouettes back lit by street lights.
The world desaturated.
Devoid of colour.
Gray on grey on gray. ...
#gratitude
#hope
#redemption
#SelfReflection
#fairies
69 reads
2 Comments
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