Self Reflection Poems
#SelfReflection
Poems about self reflection, where we contemplate our own personality and behaviour. Self aware poems engaging in introspection and meditation.
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Thoughts #1
Girls we love for what they are; young men for what they promise to be.
Loving is a painful thrill, and not to love more painful still.
It is the one great woe of life, to feel all feeling die.
The pleasure of love is in loving.
Behold me! I am worthy!
Majesty and love do not well agree, nor do they live together.
Loving is a painful thrill, and not to love more painful still.
It is the one great woe of life, to feel all feeling die.
The pleasure of love is in loving.
Behold me! I am worthy!
Majesty and love do not well agree, nor do they live together.
#SelfReflection
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I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you.
The unconquerable pang of despised love.
Farewell love, and all thy laws for ever.
Love is a lock that links noble minds.
Love is a flame to set the will on fire.
How happy are lovers, how pleasing their pain.
None ever loved, but at first sight they loved.
As Old Time makes these decay, so his flames must waste away.
Love taught him shame, and shame with love at strife.
Alas! The love of women! It is known to be a lovely and a fearful thing.
The unconquerable pang of despised love.
Farewell love, and all thy laws for ever.
Love is a lock that links noble minds.
Love is a flame to set the will on fire.
How happy are lovers, how pleasing their pain.
None ever loved, but at first sight they loved.
As Old Time makes these decay, so his flames must waste away.
Love taught him shame, and shame with love at strife.
Alas! The love of women! It is known to be a lovely and a fearful thing.
#SelfReflection
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Little Song (Left Unheard)
In tombs of shroud and dusk
Words which heal, exposing us
Songs unheard leaving lesser ones behind
I've drawn a line these days
You may cross but you can't stay
Else we find ourselves sprawling out again
Like wildfire, tidal waves
There is a scheme to your pain
My playful fog after long bitter rain
Are we feeling brave?
Disturbing the grave
Secrets that you crave
Little Song left unheard.
Like leaves blow unannounced
Like hyena's yelp aroused
Like the lips you feed which now bite your...
Words which heal, exposing us
Songs unheard leaving lesser ones behind
I've drawn a line these days
You may cross but you can't stay
Else we find ourselves sprawling out again
Like wildfire, tidal waves
There is a scheme to your pain
My playful fog after long bitter rain
Are we feeling brave?
Disturbing the grave
Secrets that you crave
Little Song left unheard.
Like leaves blow unannounced
Like hyena's yelp aroused
Like the lips you feed which now bite your...
#love
#dark
#SelfReflection
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Reminder
It's all part of grand scheme of things, to resort to these extents.
I must take every opportunity to refortify the lengths that are necessary.
Even if it means abandoning the things that serve no purpose being associated with.
Yes, they'll be incredibly upset and feel somewhat abandoned.
But my absence of both tongue and physical presence is the direction things must be until...
I can achieve this temporary goal.
Until I am reminded of why I've been on this path for so long
Until I am what I need to be.
...
I must take every opportunity to refortify the lengths that are necessary.
Even if it means abandoning the things that serve no purpose being associated with.
Yes, they'll be incredibly upset and feel somewhat abandoned.
But my absence of both tongue and physical presence is the direction things must be until...
I can achieve this temporary goal.
Until I am reminded of why I've been on this path for so long
Until I am what I need to be.
...
#dark
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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Restless Leg Syndrome
Feet pound along a spiral
track, toward a place
all too familiar
where I don't want to be
It's not a race
There is no win
But I keep running
track, toward a place
all too familiar
where I don't want to be
It's not a race
There is no win
But I keep running
#anxiety
#confessional
#SelfReflection #minimalist
#SelfReflection #minimalist
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I don't have demons
I don't have demons,
not just because I'm un-religious;
and more, say, Spiritual,
but because
my horned demons
are more like guests and companions.
Things to fill the empty places
during my soul's supper,
or corners for dark conversation
to avoid the silent void
in my heart's party.
Sometimes we play cards
and I call their bluff;
their wagers are useful in filling an age.
Pretty sure one helps my writing.
There is enough angles, demons, rakshasas, and more
to keep things lively
and...
not just because I'm un-religious;
and more, say, Spiritual,
but because
my horned demons
are more like guests and companions.
Things to fill the empty places
during my soul's supper,
or corners for dark conversation
to avoid the silent void
in my heart's party.
Sometimes we play cards
and I call their bluff;
their wagers are useful in filling an age.
Pretty sure one helps my writing.
There is enough angles, demons, rakshasas, and more
to keep things lively
and...
#angels
#spiritual
#SelfReflection #meditation
#SelfReflection #meditation
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I Learned to Laugh
I learned to laugh...
When I tried to type my poem that day and I couldn't feel my hand.
When I dropped something because my hands were too weak to hold on and I knew my frustration would lead to self-loathing.
When the group texting stopped because I voiced my opinion because I found my voice again.
When I tried to explain what it felt like to be on my first date at fifty-three because I couldn't remember yesterday.
When I hit 21 surgeries in 2021.
When the one scar that people would finally see was the most jagged.
When...
When I tried to type my poem that day and I couldn't feel my hand.
When I dropped something because my hands were too weak to hold on and I knew my frustration would lead to self-loathing.
When the group texting stopped because I voiced my opinion because I found my voice again.
When I tried to explain what it felt like to be on my first date at fifty-three because I couldn't remember yesterday.
When I hit 21 surgeries in 2021.
When the one scar that people would finally see was the most jagged.
When...
#inspirational
#confessional
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
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the spit of it
it's one thing to stare
at yourself
in a mirror,
but it's
another thing
to stare
in a mirror
finding
traces of a bastard
who made
your childhood
a living
hell
and
people say it
all the
fucking time,
"that one's
the living spit
of it's old
man"
i admit
to inheriting
his temper
too
but if
i ever begun
acting like
that old bastard
i'd rather
destroy
myself
cause
old bastards ...
at yourself
in a mirror,
but it's
another thing
to stare
in a mirror
finding
traces of a bastard
who made
your childhood
a living
hell
and
people say it
all the
fucking time,
"that one's
the living spit
of it's old
man"
i admit
to inheriting
his temper
too
but if
i ever begun
acting like
that old bastard
i'd rather
destroy
myself
cause
old bastards ...
#anger
#hate
#honesty
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
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A Brief Glimpse Of Neurodivergence Appears Like A Shaft Of Light In The Photon-Starved Darkness
A world waiting to shatter,
high definition pictures of the atmosphere
pregnant with the crimson bruises
of temporal estrangement
motions destructive
isolation seductive
into the mind's vibrating eye
I journey
a portent of shuddering violence
manifests as a ferocious gristle of fear
torn from this cowardly shipwreck of a soul
and left to rot in the full wicked smile
of the serrated sunlight;
a harmony
turned into stench
a calm
violated
a whisper like a...
high definition pictures of the atmosphere
pregnant with the crimson bruises
of temporal estrangement
motions destructive
isolation seductive
into the mind's vibrating eye
I journey
a portent of shuddering violence
manifests as a ferocious gristle of fear
torn from this cowardly shipwreck of a soul
and left to rot in the full wicked smile
of the serrated sunlight;
a harmony
turned into stench
a calm
violated
a whisper like a...
#OCD
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#emotional
#SelfDiscovery
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Impulsivity
It gets me
#SelfReflection
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Nothing Taken But What Was Given
Go ahead, strip me
rip me into shreds
it's too late for safety
anyway
there's always curiosity
to see where this will lead
Pain is just a tool
something to breathe through
numb no longer an option
So I'll bleed on the floor
decipher Rorschach patterns
of my pride
admire the color of my shame
for daring to feel
in the first place
rip me into shreds
it's too late for safety
anyway
there's always curiosity
to see where this will lead
Pain is just a tool
something to breathe through
numb no longer an option
So I'll bleed on the floor
decipher Rorschach patterns
of my pride
admire the color of my shame
for daring to feel
in the first place
#grief
#SelfReflection
#hurt
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You Were Worth Waiting For
It took a minute to lick my wounds
Another to learn to walk
And yet another to wake
To my reality
I had to wander
In these deserts with no water
Dying slowly as I watched
Others flourish
Finding no oasis, I waited
Leaving only my mind to wonder
I asked myself who
Am I?
I asked myself why
Am I here?
I asked what
Am I ready for?
Then asked when
Will I be ready?
It took me a minute to get back
To leave the wilderness
And emerge as a better me
I had to wait for you
And boy were you...
Another to learn to walk
And yet another to wake
To my reality
I had to wander
In these deserts with no water
Dying slowly as I watched
Others flourish
Finding no oasis, I waited
Leaving only my mind to wonder
I asked myself who
Am I?
I asked myself why
Am I here?
I asked what
Am I ready for?
Then asked when
Will I be ready?
It took me a minute to get back
To leave the wilderness
And emerge as a better me
I had to wait for you
And boy were you...
#SelfReflection
#meditation
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