Self Reflection Poems
#SelfReflection
Poems about self reflection, where we contemplate our own personality and behaviour. Self aware poems engaging in introspection and meditation.
eleven_mashariki
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 7:36am
12th Dec 2024 7:36am
YOU
You are special
You are unique
You are powerful
You are equipped
You are knowledgeable
You are smart
You are important
You are valuable
You are loved...but,
always remember that
You are alone!
You are unique
You are powerful
You are equipped
You are knowledgeable
You are smart
You are important
You are valuable
You are loved...but,
always remember that
You are alone!
#acceptance
#identity
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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BLO
B.
B.
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 9:16pm
11th Dec 2024 9:16pm
Consistent Cycle
I feel every blow
Through the crystal skies blue hue
Looking down on me
I still see you
I lost you in a long age
Of youth and doubt
Ignorance and bout
My regret as heightened by the guilt of the how
Of the ever knowing now
I failed again.
I failed again
I let it all slip right through the cracks
Unable to see
Making the sacrifices too late
----
Take me back to the place where I once stood
Take me back to ignorance...
Through the crystal skies blue hue
Looking down on me
I still see you
I lost you in a long age
Of youth and doubt
Ignorance and bout
My regret as heightened by the guilt of the how
Of the ever knowing now
I failed again.
I failed again
I let it all slip right through the cracks
Unable to see
Making the sacrifices too late
----
Take me back to the place where I once stood
Take me back to ignorance...
#confessional
#grief
#ignorance
#relationships
#SelfReflection
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BLO
B.
B.
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 1:32pm
11th Dec 2024 1:32pm
Solitudes Ease?
Dissolution
With Reckoning
Devolving adaptation.
Cruelty
Momento's dissatisfied
Prelude of decay.
No worshiping gain
No power play
No way forward
Passive
Passage of time
Longing disorder.
Chaotic
Landscapes design
Party to my demise.
No freedom.
No life
No way out.
Pettiness
Prism of refraction
Letting out rapture.
Chores
Keeping the score
Keeping my door closed.
With Reckoning
Devolving adaptation.
Cruelty
Momento's dissatisfied
Prelude of decay.
No worshiping gain
No power play
No way forward
Passive
Passage of time
Longing disorder.
Chaotic
Landscapes design
Party to my demise.
No freedom.
No life
No way out.
Pettiness
Prism of refraction
Letting out rapture.
Chores
Keeping the score
Keeping my door closed.
#learning
#manipulation
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
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Duice
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 5:53am
11th Dec 2024 5:53am
Duality
Partly Dead Inside _ Nerve Damage
Need A Root Canal _ Crown Sandwich
Cold Hard Demeanor _ Ice Capades
Urbane Jaw Breaker _ Praised Accolades
How A Boss Talk _ All Introspect
Respectful Disrespect _ Plenty Intellect
Asleep Vendetta _ Dream Catcher
Ambitious Goals _ Noble Stature
Godsent Bestowed _ Pressed & Stamp
Shrewd Humor Core _ Sarcasm Champ
Camo Survival Kit _ Backpack Disciple
Marine Rambo Knife _ Assault Rifle
Big Homie Vain _ Sanctified Stance
Huge Army Guns _ Hammer Dance
Full Girth & Length _ No...
Need A Root Canal _ Crown Sandwich
Cold Hard Demeanor _ Ice Capades
Urbane Jaw Breaker _ Praised Accolades
How A Boss Talk _ All Introspect
Respectful Disrespect _ Plenty Intellect
Asleep Vendetta _ Dream Catcher
Ambitious Goals _ Noble Stature
Godsent Bestowed _ Pressed & Stamp
Shrewd Humor Core _ Sarcasm Champ
Camo Survival Kit _ Backpack Disciple
Marine Rambo Knife _ Assault Rifle
Big Homie Vain _ Sanctified Stance
Huge Army Guns _ Hammer Dance
Full Girth & Length _ No...
#identity
#masculinity
#morality
#SelfReflection
#strength
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 00:07am
11th Dec 2024 00:07am
Adjustment of your life
We all will have to go through somethings, in order to fully get the true meaning, to learn from the negativity and mistakes along our lives. When we felt like we were in prison for a lifetime, strip of our thoughts and memories that have, become long over time forgotten. 😭 Yet there was a place, that you were unaware of that existed in plain seeth. For sure we are still human beings, who can think for thyself. 🤔 YET some refuse to make that one subconscious decision. YET chose to be lead to believe that you don't deserve it, or you don't want or need to be able, to think...
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Koulouri
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 8:29pm
10th Dec 2024 8:29pm
Never Enough Dough
My life feels like
when you have
rolled out the dough
into a thin mat
then as you cut
each small cookie
there isn't enough dough
to fill the last one
but you can't just waste
some fresh dough
so you throw it
in the oven anyway.
And it bakes
into a solid cookie
that cannot be
changed
except maybe with
frosting
you could try and
cover it up
but a corner will
always
be
missing.
when you have
rolled out the dough
into a thin mat
then as you cut
each small cookie
there isn't enough dough
to fill the last one
but you can't just waste
some fresh dough
so you throw it
in the oven anyway.
And it bakes
into a solid cookie
that cannot be
changed
except maybe with
frosting
you could try and
cover it up
but a corner will
always
be
missing.
#confessional
#FeelingLost
#identity #SelfReflection
#identity #SelfReflection
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Loki_Undercover
Wannabe-Poet
Wannabe-Poet
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 3:53pm
10th Dec 2024 3:53pm
Foolish
I miss what I’ve never had—
the weight of your hand in mine,
the sound of your laugh close enough to catch.
I think of you, and the world feels lighter,
then heavier all at once.
the weight of your hand in mine,
the sound of your laugh close enough to catch.
I think of you, and the world feels lighter,
then heavier all at once.
#SelfReflection
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 6:08pm
9th Dec 2024 6:08pm
My Abyss ...
I walk along the lonely edges,
where shadows don’t end,
they begin in my head,
where my whispers traverse the boundary of my mind,
tiptoeing along the brims of insanity while trudging along with curiosity.
Thoughts unraveling the history's of time,
In the void, my reflection dissolves each memory,
I search, but there’s no answers that will ever come from the depths,
Just the depth themselves that stares back at me.
Above, stars break the sky,
shattering the dark into fleeting moments
of something brighter ...
where shadows don’t end,
they begin in my head,
where my whispers traverse the boundary of my mind,
tiptoeing along the brims of insanity while trudging along with curiosity.
Thoughts unraveling the history's of time,
In the void, my reflection dissolves each memory,
I search, but there’s no answers that will ever come from the depths,
Just the depth themselves that stares back at me.
Above, stars break the sky,
shattering the dark into fleeting moments
of something brighter ...
#dark
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery #SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfReflection
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Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 3:08pm
9th Dec 2024 3:08pm
Meditating atop mothers decaying corpse
How is it that you are repulsed
By this naked green body ?
Bliss appears to mind
What is it you see?
By this naked green body ?
Bliss appears to mind
What is it you see?
#meditation
#SelfReflection
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Everavalon
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 12:09pm
8th Dec 2024 12:09pm
A jar, falling inward
Mother,
your words tickle more
wrists than a shackle.
Rejection spreads lost stature to the fledgling sparrow.
Despair depletes flair, in layers.
Thrust from the nest,
the sparrow’s wilt phases like destiny’s whine.
Each night upon the meadow,
he flits from branch to twig with his virgin wings; breathing in viscous mist.
He expresses his call through syrup,
his voice, wading through the lull of pity
like melancholy upends a jar—
falling inward.
The venom leaks
out of his mother;
a churn of vintage...
your words tickle more
wrists than a shackle.
Rejection spreads lost stature to the fledgling sparrow.
Despair depletes flair, in layers.
Thrust from the nest,
the sparrow’s wilt phases like destiny’s whine.
Each night upon the meadow,
he flits from branch to twig with his virgin wings; breathing in viscous mist.
He expresses his call through syrup,
his voice, wading through the lull of pity
like melancholy upends a jar—
falling inward.
The venom leaks
out of his mother;
a churn of vintage...
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfReflection
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2 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 11:54am
7th Dec 2024 11:54am
Empty lines
Beneath the loam, my precious will
Aside my tome, a readied quill
Up from the sand, a flaunting hand
Where gestures pose no strict command
I delve into my mother’s breast
To petrify her cruel unrest
To allocate her fulsome scold
Upon my page where letters bold
Within my script all dressed in grey
My mood eclipsed the darkest day
My eyes, unturned from dusk to dawn
Within the depth, these notions spawn
I cannot grip a hand that’s smooth
Upon my heart, you’ve left a groove
No patience spun for tongues that lash ...
Aside my tome, a readied quill
Up from the sand, a flaunting hand
Where gestures pose no strict command
I delve into my mother’s breast
To petrify her cruel unrest
To allocate her fulsome scold
Upon my page where letters bold
Within my script all dressed in grey
My mood eclipsed the darkest day
My eyes, unturned from dusk to dawn
Within the depth, these notions spawn
I cannot grip a hand that’s smooth
Upon my heart, you’ve left a groove
No patience spun for tongues that lash ...
#SelfReflection
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Everavalon
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 3:21pm
6th Dec 2024 3:21pm
Nights of abandon
I bow before the open water
To exhale these restrictions that once drenched me
I’ve silenced the reticence; this burdensome embrace that once framed this vessel in melancholy
Where water rippled over my shoulders with its sullen lines;
defining depth with a thousand fingers, pulling
nudging the soul out of rapture
I’ve been called to task
Give me surrender; like the release of a pearl into the expanse
where what’s left within my shell is a marked recess where emptiness once lay
Readied… wasting…
I’ve primed my essence to rise...
To exhale these restrictions that once drenched me
I’ve silenced the reticence; this burdensome embrace that once framed this vessel in melancholy
Where water rippled over my shoulders with its sullen lines;
defining depth with a thousand fingers, pulling
nudging the soul out of rapture
I’ve been called to task
Give me surrender; like the release of a pearl into the expanse
where what’s left within my shell is a marked recess where emptiness once lay
Readied… wasting…
I’ve primed my essence to rise...
#SelfReflection
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