Self Reflection Poems
#SelfReflection
Poems about self reflection, where we contemplate our own personality and behaviour. Self aware poems engaging in introspection and meditation.
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 11:42pm
21st Feb 2025 11:42pm
Rules of Perfectionism
Rule 1: Making the slightest mistake is the end of the world.
Rule 2: If I don't drop everything for someone, I am being the most selfish, most cruel person in the world. Or they don't drop everything for me, they are.
Rule 3: The slightest bit of criticism means danger.
Rule 4: Rejection is a blackhole I'll get sucked into.
Rule 5: If someone doesn't accept me perfectly or fit perfectly into what I can tolerate, my world I've tried so hard to build will collapse.
Rewrite 1: Making the slightest mistake got me abused by narcissists in...
Rule 2: If I don't drop everything for someone, I am being the most selfish, most cruel person in the world. Or they don't drop everything for me, they are.
Rule 3: The slightest bit of criticism means danger.
Rule 4: Rejection is a blackhole I'll get sucked into.
Rule 5: If someone doesn't accept me perfectly or fit perfectly into what I can tolerate, my world I've tried so hard to build will collapse.
Rewrite 1: Making the slightest mistake got me abused by narcissists in...
#SelfReflection
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 7:29pm
21st Feb 2025 7:29pm
The Nice Girl Persona
I've had to play the nice girl all my life,
never to make a mistake,
always be perfect.
Never be selfish.
Always be selfless.
Even as I'm writing so much about me,
I feel self absorbed.
Obsessed with myself,
and there's still that part of me
that shuns it,
that says, "How dare you!"
Oh,
narcissistic abuse
warps the soul.
It makes black look white
and white look black.
I still feel scared of people's needs and desires and expectations
I cannot live up to.
Perhaps I have too many...
never to make a mistake,
always be perfect.
Never be selfish.
Always be selfless.
Even as I'm writing so much about me,
I feel self absorbed.
Obsessed with myself,
and there's still that part of me
that shuns it,
that says, "How dare you!"
Oh,
narcissistic abuse
warps the soul.
It makes black look white
and white look black.
I still feel scared of people's needs and desires and expectations
I cannot live up to.
Perhaps I have too many...
#SelfReflection
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bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 2:11am
20th Feb 2025 2:11am
Tempest
cyclones, whirlwinds, sudden updrafts
crosswinds' which don't last
high pressure, low pressure spiraling atmosphere
in motions slow and fast
turmoil and turbulence in a tempest
raging outside in the air
everything's moving, nothing is at rest
and I don't really care
forces beyond my comprehension
are raging all around
doomers and gloomers in the ascension
are soon to hit the ground
intermingling co-creatiing
with a vision that grows
from the wonders of never waiting
for a joy in life that shows
...
crosswinds' which don't last
high pressure, low pressure spiraling atmosphere
in motions slow and fast
turmoil and turbulence in a tempest
raging outside in the air
everything's moving, nothing is at rest
and I don't really care
forces beyond my comprehension
are raging all around
doomers and gloomers in the ascension
are soon to hit the ground
intermingling co-creatiing
with a vision that grows
from the wonders of never waiting
for a joy in life that shows
...
#SelfReflection
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EvanescentSirius21
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 3:43pm
19th Feb 2025 3:43pm
What is a Thought Cabinet?
It is where the mind bottles the sludge of its reckonings.
Where drunken aspiration meets the austerity of fruitless striving.
Where ambition is tempered in the fires of failure, and resentment bubbles like carbonated rosemary beads.
It is the disarray that trauma wrecked, prized as ornaments or displayed in agonised crucifixion.
It is the hole that some ragged thing has crawled to.
It is a strange idea that cornerlessly yields to logic.
Where drunken aspiration meets the austerity of fruitless striving.
Where ambition is tempered in the fires of failure, and resentment bubbles like carbonated rosemary beads.
It is the disarray that trauma wrecked, prized as ornaments or displayed in agonised crucifixion.
It is the hole that some ragged thing has crawled to.
It is a strange idea that cornerlessly yields to logic.
#SelfReflection
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 4:03pm
18th Feb 2025 4:03pm
Misdiagnosis
I know I was diagnosed with harm OCD a few years ago, but something tells me I have a bigger problem than intrusive, violent thoughts that aren't genuine.
No, they're real and they're genuine.
I'm writing about a serial killer one day because he could have been me had my parents been a lot more controlling and had things been way worse for me. I'm living proof that anyone could do evil things under the right circumstances.
I could deny all I want to that these two characters in my future book who have murderous impulses are not like me at all. Back when I...
No, they're real and they're genuine.
I'm writing about a serial killer one day because he could have been me had my parents been a lot more controlling and had things been way worse for me. I'm living proof that anyone could do evil things under the right circumstances.
I could deny all I want to that these two characters in my future book who have murderous impulses are not like me at all. Back when I...
#SelfReflection
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 4:25am
18th Feb 2025 4:25am
When we are in pain
We all will go through somethings that will affect the very foundation of our lives, yet it's at that point in our lives that we have to learn to walk away. FROM the deepness of the pain that we feel inside of us. For it's true that we can't let the truth of the pain, steal the best part of us, due to what someone has cost to us. By taking away from the situation at hand. For sure what doesn't kill you only makes you, that much stronger than you think that you are even, in the moods of the storms. For sure sometimes we have to reschedule our chains of thoughts, to be able to see that it's not...
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Isgyppie_
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 8:47pm
17th Feb 2025 8:47pm
Tarot Cards
Each Monday I draw tarot cards
to review my current condition
To give me a direction
in this silly world we live in
By Sunday I'm sad again-
What little steps I've took-
The third card says to rest
but I burn calories through guilt
I want to be a haven
I want to revolute
I want to dive right back into
the situations that removed
me from myself
The tarot cards tell me to rest
and heal
and to prepare
because what good are my dreams
if I don't believe that I can manifest
to review my current condition
To give me a direction
in this silly world we live in
By Sunday I'm sad again-
What little steps I've took-
The third card says to rest
but I burn calories through guilt
I want to be a haven
I want to revolute
I want to dive right back into
the situations that removed
me from myself
The tarot cards tell me to rest
and heal
and to prepare
because what good are my dreams
if I don't believe that I can manifest
#SelfReflection
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Nik2021
Nicola
Nicola
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 4:49pm
17th Feb 2025 4:49pm
Waves
I take a short drive to the beach almost daily.
Something about the waves make me feel at ease.
Calming my mind and grounding my thoughts.
The sound of the waves crash, I could listen to them all day.
The cold breeze from the sea blowing through my hair, cold tears dripping down my cheeks.
Looking out to sea.
Something about the waves make me feel at ease.
Calming my mind and grounding my thoughts.
The sound of the waves crash, I could listen to them all day.
The cold breeze from the sea blowing through my hair, cold tears dripping down my cheeks.
Looking out to sea.
#beach
#sea
#SelfReflection
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 2:01pm
17th Feb 2025 2:01pm
Secret Family Tree
From what I can remember when we all gathered together, at Big Mama's house where the elders of the women's, would prepare a Home Town cook out for gathering, for the family. IT was a time that I will never forget. As it was a gathering of the elders and uncles and aunts and sisters and brothers, with their off springs children running around playing children games. While the olders people would play cards or shuffle board games, as the elders would look out and see the families all together in one place. Yet they could be found sitting up under a old oak tree, in the shade of the afternoon...
#childhood
#confusion
#memories
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 2:07pm
16th Feb 2025 2:07pm
Polly Pockets
I remember playing with Polly Pockets, a world I could control, houses I could oversee. A girl secretly wanting to rule over the world. I was a kid then. Depressed as hell, but happy in my fantasy. Fantasy that a man could rescue me like in Zelda or Mario.
I remember too flying on a plane, mesmerized by the sight below. It had that same look of Polly Pockets, a world that I could dominate.
"It sounds like you want a dog," my writing tutor said when I was 14. After describing my warped view of relationships. Someone had to be my puppet pulled on the strings just...
I remember too flying on a plane, mesmerized by the sight below. It had that same look of Polly Pockets, a world that I could dominate.
"It sounds like you want a dog," my writing tutor said when I was 14. After describing my warped view of relationships. Someone had to be my puppet pulled on the strings just...
#SelfReflection
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 3:22pm
15th Feb 2025 3:22pm
THE LINES OF SPACE
Between the lines there is a space that is empty, follow by the next line of the chapter to be created. FOR the next line is slowly taking shape, to unfold the truth of deepness of the story. For with every line there are words ✍️ to be compose just from pen 🖊️ to paper. For it's true about love and life with thoughts of betrayal and deception, filled with the closeness of the darkness over shadowing. The page making it darker, as it prepares you to what comes next, down the line of dark mystery. THAT still you can't see through your own eyes...
#confessional
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
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ArkansasBoy
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 2:11pm
15th Feb 2025 2:11pm
Rocks On The Pond
a smooth stone
a skip
a ripple wide
reflects the sky where thoughts reside
a quick touch a moments grace
disturbs the peace of time and space
one skip
two skips
one short flight
like dreams that fade in the light
each bounce
a choice
a path we take
a life unfolding
the ripples spread a gentle sway
affecting all along the way
a small act cast
a word we send
can touch a heart
the water stills
the ripples cease
a quiet calm
a moments peace
reflection clear...
a skip
a ripple wide
reflects the sky where thoughts reside
a quick touch a moments grace
disturbs the peace of time and space
one skip
two skips
one short flight
like dreams that fade in the light
each bounce
a choice
a path we take
a life unfolding
the ripples spread a gentle sway
affecting all along the way
a small act cast
a word we send
can touch a heart
the water stills
the ripples cease
a quiet calm
a moments peace
reflection clear...
#nature
#peace
#SelfReflection #silence
#SelfReflection #silence
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