Self Reflection Poems
#SelfReflection
Poems about self reflection, where we contemplate our own personality and behaviour. Self aware poems engaging in introspection and meditation.
Sonneteer
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 6:28am
8th Oct 2024 6:28am
The Portrait of the Artist as a Poetaster - Book II - Objective state and hope
I have married three times above my state
(And cohabited as marriage requires);
If they were wives of Windsor they were not
Made merry having chosen me to wed.
The failing mine in each - my illness was
My fault, exacerbated by a mind
Persisting with the thoughts of malady
Beyond recovery - well yet unwell.
The wives that took the marriage vow were each
Aware of my acute and chronic faults
Although reality perhaps surprised
Their poor foresight, then ill-equipped for ills.
Not learning, it's as if I retrogressed
In passing each...
(And cohabited as marriage requires);
If they were wives of Windsor they were not
Made merry having chosen me to wed.
The failing mine in each - my illness was
My fault, exacerbated by a mind
Persisting with the thoughts of malady
Beyond recovery - well yet unwell.
The wives that took the marriage vow were each
Aware of my acute and chronic faults
Although reality perhaps surprised
Their poor foresight, then ill-equipped for ills.
Not learning, it's as if I retrogressed
In passing each...
#LifeCycle
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#TruthOfLife
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Everavalon
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 10:26pm
7th Oct 2024 10:26pm
Vessel of spite
Finally emptied of noisome contemplation
held on to for forty plus years
Tears shed
Gears shred
Your words—
I understand why they corrupted
They were blistering
bristling
You were an emphatic vessel of spite
Yet, you would never raise your voice
Your words—
aired in subtle manipulations
calculated
scarring
You dressed your ice in cryptic spice
Where it would enshroud
then melt
Penetrating my essence
Rusting my self-image
I was never able to redeem my light
choked tight
with...
held on to for forty plus years
Tears shed
Gears shred
Your words—
I understand why they corrupted
They were blistering
bristling
You were an emphatic vessel of spite
Yet, you would never raise your voice
Your words—
aired in subtle manipulations
calculated
scarring
You dressed your ice in cryptic spice
Where it would enshroud
then melt
Penetrating my essence
Rusting my self-image
I was never able to redeem my light
choked tight
with...
#SelfReflection
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Sonneteer
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 6:50pm
7th Oct 2024 6:50pm
Portrait of the Artist as a Poetaster - Book I - Incompleteness of self
I will attempt comparing you with me
Although in this I feel unable to
As there's no common frame of reference
And this a feeling I should emphasise.
Plainly said, I am me and you are you,
Sometimes united by an "us" or "we" -
But these few words disguise a complex world,
The communality of human kind.
I'm mystified as to relationships
Of self and other, straight perceiving strife
And differences in place of that concord
Which leads to mutual aid and harmony.
Most differentiate or distinguish
Themselves from...
Although in this I feel unable to
As there's no common frame of reference
And this a feeling I should emphasise.
Plainly said, I am me and you are you,
Sometimes united by an "us" or "we" -
But these few words disguise a complex world,
The communality of human kind.
I'm mystified as to relationships
Of self and other, straight perceiving strife
And differences in place of that concord
Which leads to mutual aid and harmony.
Most differentiate or distinguish
Themselves from...
#LifeCycle
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#TruthOfLife
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mils_haven
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 3:10am
7th Oct 2024 3:10am
Excerpt from my diary: I keep blaming it on my diagnoses
Other people seem so strong to me until I don’t handle them properly and with care and they shatter into little bits everywhere and I’m constantly stepping on the shards and making my feet bleed.
I am trying to absorb the loneliness as a positive thing, for my own benefit, as a lesson but I don’t want to or can’t absorb it maybe because there’s nowhere for it to go but inside of me or on paper
I am trying to absorb the loneliness as a positive thing, for my own benefit, as a lesson but I don’t want to or can’t absorb it maybe because there’s nowhere for it to go but inside of me or on paper
#breakup
#friendship
#loneliness
#regret
#SelfReflection
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 11:32pm
6th Oct 2024 11:32pm
The Women Before Me - Journal entry
October 6, 2024
My daughter is away in the care of her father. I couldn't sleep last night and started thinking about the women who’ve come before me, those whose blood courses through my veins, and whose stories are etched into my life.
Great-grandmother Norma Jean Moore, a woman of the '40s, lived through a time of profound change. Born into the echoes of the Great Depression, she was a child when the world was at war. I often wonder about her passions, hidden beneath the surface of a society that demanded so much resilience. What was it like to fall in love...
My daughter is away in the care of her father. I couldn't sleep last night and started thinking about the women who’ve come before me, those whose blood courses through my veins, and whose stories are etched into my life.
Great-grandmother Norma Jean Moore, a woman of the '40s, lived through a time of profound change. Born into the echoes of the Great Depression, she was a child when the world was at war. I often wonder about her passions, hidden beneath the surface of a society that demanded so much resilience. What was it like to fall in love...
#family
#historical
#love #SelfReflection
#love #SelfReflection
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 11:17pm
6th Oct 2024 11:17pm
insufficient description
I've kept myself small for so long
I don't know how to breathe
outside a space larger
than myself
I solidify with anxiety
statuesque, blank, polite
but I'm not sure
that's how you read me
There are too many names
for shy girl
that I've been painted with
and I wish I didn't care
I wish they didn't leave
indelible tattoos on my skin
that only I can see
but I'm convinced you know
are there
Bitch
Snob
Too smart (insufferable intellectual)
Brooding
Angsty ...
I don't know how to breathe
outside a space larger
than myself
I solidify with anxiety
statuesque, blank, polite
but I'm not sure
that's how you read me
There are too many names
for shy girl
that I've been painted with
and I wish I didn't care
I wish they didn't leave
indelible tattoos on my skin
that only I can see
but I'm convinced you know
are there
Bitch
Snob
Too smart (insufferable intellectual)
Brooding
Angsty ...
#anxiety
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#myself
#SelfReflection
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MYSTERIOUS_GIRL
Lizzy_3164
Lizzy_3164
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 2:13pm
6th Oct 2024 2:13pm
THE SANDS OF TIME
Do you ever wish you could start again
Refill the sands of time that's slowly fading away
Be able to fix all the mistakes you've made
Rewrite the story that's already been written
~
Because sometimes i wonder what would change
Would life take me in a different direction
What if i didn't walk that same road again
Would i be sitting in a totally different place
~
I realise that this is obviously impossible
But what if life gave you a second chance
Would you turn back the hands of time
If it meant you could roll the dice...
Refill the sands of time that's slowly fading away
Be able to fix all the mistakes you've made
Rewrite the story that's already been written
~
Because sometimes i wonder what would change
Would life take me in a different direction
What if i didn't walk that same road again
Would i be sitting in a totally different place
~
I realise that this is obviously impossible
But what if life gave you a second chance
Would you turn back the hands of time
If it meant you could roll the dice...
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
#TruthOfLife
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 8:59pm
4th Oct 2024 8:59pm
0 - Unfinished poetry 33
Relentless
Sing a song of madness when you are down.
But pity me for all I want to do is wear this frown,
Like apathy and in my dreams I find no way to escape.
The solitude rips me up and I have to start again.
In misery.
If all I want is never gonna be,
Where is the sympathy.
I only wanted one love in this life.
Oh, woah is me.
My days are filled up with no relent.
Less energy to do the things they say I have to do.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Sing a song of madness when you are down.
But pity me for all I want to do is wear this frown,
Like apathy and in my dreams I find no way to escape.
The solitude rips me up and I have to start again.
In misery.
If all I want is never gonna be,
Where is the sympathy.
I only wanted one love in this life.
Oh, woah is me.
My days are filled up with no relent.
Less energy to do the things they say I have to do.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
#SelfReflection
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Shilohverse
Shiloh Mello
Shiloh Mello
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 2:39pm
4th Oct 2024 2:39pm
Shadows In The Dark
Darkened winter sky
Shadows in the night
There's cracks on the window pane
but they're not all dry
Tears I've cried alone,
shape this winter's moan
smeared across the cry
of this shapeless groan
Ashes at my feet
Just the past I see,
fading like the wind,
gone, but never free.
Fading like the wind,
gone but never still
The weight of what I’ve lost,
bends against my will.
Cold breath on the glass
whispers from the past,
each moment that I knew
now drifts...
Shadows in the night
There's cracks on the window pane
but they're not all dry
Tears I've cried alone,
shape this winter's moan
smeared across the cry
of this shapeless groan
Ashes at my feet
Just the past I see,
fading like the wind,
gone, but never free.
Fading like the wind,
gone but never still
The weight of what I’ve lost,
bends against my will.
Cold breath on the glass
whispers from the past,
each moment that I knew
now drifts...
#sadness
#SelfReflection
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u53l355
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 3:05pm
2nd Oct 2024 3:05pm
Tap Drips
The mirror mockingly reflects back at me,
Reflecting my every imperfection.
Noticing another blemish for every time the tap drip resonates in my ear ,
Double chin
Dark circles
Scars on my face from the burns
Noes hair
Gapped teeth
Blood shot sclera
Like my eyes are lychees injected with red dye
I never believed I was ugly
Fire thumb experiments were left
I was never right
Alone in the world at 32, rejected by the superficial society I was unlucky enough to be born into ,
Outdated style
Personality means nothing ...
Reflecting my every imperfection.
Noticing another blemish for every time the tap drip resonates in my ear ,
Double chin
Dark circles
Scars on my face from the burns
Noes hair
Gapped teeth
Blood shot sclera
Like my eyes are lychees injected with red dye
I never believed I was ugly
Fire thumb experiments were left
I was never right
Alone in the world at 32, rejected by the superficial society I was unlucky enough to be born into ,
Outdated style
Personality means nothing ...
#depression
#loneliness
#rejection
#SelfReflection
#vanity
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ChloesPoeticInk
Poem Published
30th Sep 2024 8:50pm
30th Sep 2024 8:50pm
Born to Write, But Never Written
Maybe some people are born to write,
to bleed ink on paper under the moon’s quiet light.
But never to be the verse, never to be seen,
lost in the spaces between what could have been.
For once, I want to be the poem, not the poet,
to be the one cherished, though I may not know it.
I tire of shaping words, molding my pain,
while the world reads my soul but never knows my name.
I want to be felt, in a line that’s pure,
in someone else’s story, a love that endures.
Not the pen that carves heartache into the sky, ...
to bleed ink on paper under the moon’s quiet light.
But never to be the verse, never to be seen,
lost in the spaces between what could have been.
For once, I want to be the poem, not the poet,
to be the one cherished, though I may not know it.
I tire of shaping words, molding my pain,
while the world reads my soul but never knows my name.
I want to be felt, in a line that’s pure,
in someone else’s story, a love that endures.
Not the pen that carves heartache into the sky, ...
#FeelingLost
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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InDreamz
Poem Published
30th Sep 2024 5:51pm
30th Sep 2024 5:51pm
Being Human
Have good intentions
and be truthful to yourself
You are only answerable to
Yourself and the
Divine...
That's what matters
and not what others
judge about you
Rest of the world can go
and fuck themselves!
and be truthful to yourself
You are only answerable to
Yourself and the
Divine...
That's what matters
and not what others
judge about you
Rest of the world can go
and fuck themselves!
#morality
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
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