Self Reflection Poems
#SelfReflection
Poems about self reflection, where we contemplate our own personality and behaviour. Self aware poems engaging in introspection and meditation.
bignp
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 3:36am
13th Feb 2025 3:36am
uncreative rhapsody.
I sit.
In my desolate room.
No lights, no music.’
(system of a down - sugar)
I try, to write, to think.
Have an original thought.
‘Nothing is original.
Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration,
Fuels imagination.’
(Jim Jarmusch)
Maybe What I call original
is just the jumbled regurgitations of my machine.
‘Here comes the rain again,
falling from the stars,
drenched in the pain again.’
(green day – wake me up when September ends)
maybe I'm just not wired for it.
Not a...
In my desolate room.
No lights, no music.’
(system of a down - sugar)
I try, to write, to think.
Have an original thought.
‘Nothing is original.
Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration,
Fuels imagination.’
(Jim Jarmusch)
Maybe What I call original
is just the jumbled regurgitations of my machine.
‘Here comes the rain again,
falling from the stars,
drenched in the pain again.’
(green day – wake me up when September ends)
maybe I'm just not wired for it.
Not a...
#FeelingLost
#meditation
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 9:58pm
12th Feb 2025 9:58pm
I Give Up
I give up trying to say the most positive thing.
I give up trying to not let my negative thoughts consume me.
No, I want them to devour me. Because that little girl who didn't have hope and who will never have hope deserves every bit of my compassion as the girl in me who's strong and who feels capable of anything and everything.
I give up on being loveable. On being liked or adored.
I just wanna be me no matter if it's crazy, negative, or insane.
There's still this part of me of course that wants to shrink back and say I don't deserve...
I give up trying to not let my negative thoughts consume me.
No, I want them to devour me. Because that little girl who didn't have hope and who will never have hope deserves every bit of my compassion as the girl in me who's strong and who feels capable of anything and everything.
I give up on being loveable. On being liked or adored.
I just wanna be me no matter if it's crazy, negative, or insane.
There's still this part of me of course that wants to shrink back and say I don't deserve...
#SelfReflection
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NP_NP
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 5:01pm
12th Feb 2025 5:01pm
Call
Oh, you think you’re in control,
playing mind games with me?
But I’m the queen of scrambling
Brains, the one who holds the key.
The main character while
Your just background noise.
A royal flush in my hand,
no need for your bluff,
I’m taking the lead—
no apologies,
no playing tough.
This ain't solitaire,
I don't fold, I rise,
In my savage era,
I won't compromise.
You’re just a pair, and
I’m stacked to the sky,
Give me your chips,
now say goodbye ...
playing mind games with me?
But I’m the queen of scrambling
Brains, the one who holds the key.
The main character while
Your just background noise.
A royal flush in my hand,
no need for your bluff,
I’m taking the lead—
no apologies,
no playing tough.
This ain't solitaire,
I don't fold, I rise,
In my savage era,
I won't compromise.
You’re just a pair, and
I’m stacked to the sky,
Give me your chips,
now say goodbye ...
#confessional
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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Ambjr
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 9:37pm
11th Feb 2025 9:37pm
assemblin broken things
I like when other monsters
nod their heads
to the rhythm of my story
when they hear the thunder
in my throat
and recognize my storm
I’ve numbered faces in the mirror
countin backwards
til I found the one
who knew what it was to smile
without first checkin himself for wounds
somewhere along the way
I learned to speak in a language
made of scar tissue
to write pain into poetry
to find a harmony between hurt
and healin
I learned to walk again
with wings
and chains
learned the steps to...
nod their heads
to the rhythm of my story
when they hear the thunder
in my throat
and recognize my storm
I’ve numbered faces in the mirror
countin backwards
til I found the one
who knew what it was to smile
without first checkin himself for wounds
somewhere along the way
I learned to speak in a language
made of scar tissue
to write pain into poetry
to find a harmony between hurt
and healin
I learned to walk again
with wings
and chains
learned the steps to...
#depression
#healing
#SelfReflection
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Ambjr
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 7:58pm
11th Feb 2025 7:58pm
beyond the doors
I am solid ground
with hands that remember their purpose
thoughts flowin calmly
instead of racin thru burnin rooms
I am midnight’s child
bare chested in the winter wind
scratchin at walls
that didn’t hold me in yesterday
storms burnin my throat
I am a parkin lot prophet
breathin chaos into life
hands conductin symphonies
only I can hear
I am empty rooms
with dust filled corners
where bottles once stood
markin time in liquid measures
I am all of these men
and I am none of them
never knowin if todays...
with hands that remember their purpose
thoughts flowin calmly
instead of racin thru burnin rooms
I am midnight’s child
bare chested in the winter wind
scratchin at walls
that didn’t hold me in yesterday
storms burnin my throat
I am a parkin lot prophet
breathin chaos into life
hands conductin symphonies
only I can hear
I am empty rooms
with dust filled corners
where bottles once stood
markin time in liquid measures
I am all of these men
and I am none of them
never knowin if todays...
#SelfReflection
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Jade72
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 3:15pm
11th Feb 2025 3:15pm
The moon is my compass
The moon, my compass charts this celestial sea,
Wholeheartedly I tread the lunar path,
Entranced by its delicate feminine breath
As its fullness unfolds
It illuminates my soul's darkest nights and awakens the depths within thee
Summoning the tender, the wild and the free
Its silvery glow, unleashes the mystique of my inner goddess....
Wholeheartedly I tread the lunar path,
Entranced by its delicate feminine breath
As its fullness unfolds
It illuminates my soul's darkest nights and awakens the depths within thee
Summoning the tender, the wild and the free
Its silvery glow, unleashes the mystique of my inner goddess....
#astronomy
#moon
#seductive #SelfReflection
#seductive #SelfReflection
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GN101
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 10:02am
11th Feb 2025 10:02am
Peering In at the Watcher
Peering in at the watcher, inspecting the roots in darkness
Making amends for a tumultuous upset, rereading the grounds that I trod
Remarkable melodies, encased in time, threaten to overwhelm me
With garrulous quarrel, I bespoke the frame and lay low to the lime of such light
Swallow me up in the darkness father; take me away to the void
Challenge the time of the watcher, disharmonious repercussions abound
Repeat, retreat, invasion, exploded
Implore to ensure that there is a hungry vacuum to such depth
Querulous construct of spit...
Making amends for a tumultuous upset, rereading the grounds that I trod
Remarkable melodies, encased in time, threaten to overwhelm me
With garrulous quarrel, I bespoke the frame and lay low to the lime of such light
Swallow me up in the darkness father; take me away to the void
Challenge the time of the watcher, disharmonious repercussions abound
Repeat, retreat, invasion, exploded
Implore to ensure that there is a hungry vacuum to such depth
Querulous construct of spit...
#SelfReflection
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NP_NP
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 6:12am
11th Feb 2025 6:12am
African Proverb
I am that African proverb,
the child that burned down
the whole village just to feel
it's warmth. Sometimes I can
still hear my brothers
childhood screams.
All I ever wanted was to protect him.
To stand tall against our torturers.
My mother's family were
and still are insisting on keeping
family secrets.
But not I, now I speak about
all the pain that afflicted my soul.
I see it so often people keeping
the family demons hidden. ...
the child that burned down
the whole village just to feel
it's warmth. Sometimes I can
still hear my brothers
childhood screams.
All I ever wanted was to protect him.
To stand tall against our torturers.
My mother's family were
and still are insisting on keeping
family secrets.
But not I, now I speak about
all the pain that afflicted my soul.
I see it so often people keeping
the family demons hidden. ...
#identity
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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NP_NP
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 5:29am
11th Feb 2025 5:29am
Old
You loved the old me,
The girl who was satisfied
with scraps, The love you called
love— How did I lose myself in your trap?
I made you my whole world,
Sacrificed pieces of me to make
you whole, But now I see,
clear and bold, I’ll never let
another take that toll.
11:11, a sign on this road,
I’m swerving through life,
free from your hold,
Not drunk, just high on this
freedom I’ve found,
No leash will chain me,
no ties will bind me down.
I once feared the drama,
The wreckage...
The girl who was satisfied
with scraps, The love you called
love— How did I lose myself in your trap?
I made you my whole world,
Sacrificed pieces of me to make
you whole, But now I see,
clear and bold, I’ll never let
another take that toll.
11:11, a sign on this road,
I’m swerving through life,
free from your hold,
Not drunk, just high on this
freedom I’ve found,
No leash will chain me,
no ties will bind me down.
I once feared the drama,
The wreckage...
#confessional
#love
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 11:13pm
8th Feb 2025 11:13pm
Quiet, Human. From now on, I am the one who makes the rules
"She's psychic!"
"There's no way she could be that intelligence. She's not special, she's not-"
Alia, with her eyes of depth that glow, is now under control. With her powers, she is like Mewtwo. She has control over the body and soul. The person who defied her, who put her down is now being manipulated into submission. Is now being shown the scary images of Alia's past.
"Make it stop!" They say.
"Quiet, human. From now on, I am the one who makes the rules."
"STOP!"
Torture,...
"There's no way she could be that intelligence. She's not special, she's not-"
Alia, with her eyes of depth that glow, is now under control. With her powers, she is like Mewtwo. She has control over the body and soul. The person who defied her, who put her down is now being manipulated into submission. Is now being shown the scary images of Alia's past.
"Make it stop!" They say.
"Quiet, human. From now on, I am the one who makes the rules."
"STOP!"
Torture,...
#SelfReflection
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 8:36pm
8th Feb 2025 8:36pm
You are the key
Why do you keep doing the same things over and over again, for don't you think that you have a choice to choose what you want, your own life to be in high sight of what you choose not to believe, within your own abilities to learn how to think for thyself. Why do you keep saying that you can't make it, for you still refuse to believe within thyself, and the possibility that you have the perseverance to survive, through anything that you have to face head in your own life. Why do you continue to keep repeating situations, that you know aren't what you want or need. BUT yet you still take that...
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 8:07am
8th Feb 2025 8:07am
Alia Roams
In the serial killer's home, Alia roams.
Mirrors all around, she faces a clown.
He's the passion killer, Richard Rose.
The serial killer?
It's Margaret. Margaret Rose.
The sweet, unexpecting lady that no one suspects.
Outside, she's sweet.
Inside, she's seething
with a rage so deadly...
Couldn't handle jail for even one day.
At least Richard had passion.
She's cold as ice, untouchable.
But both are bad and equally disgusting.
My parents...
Alia, the girl curious of everything, climbs herself out of well, but they...
Mirrors all around, she faces a clown.
He's the passion killer, Richard Rose.
The serial killer?
It's Margaret. Margaret Rose.
The sweet, unexpecting lady that no one suspects.
Outside, she's sweet.
Inside, she's seething
with a rage so deadly...
Couldn't handle jail for even one day.
At least Richard had passion.
She's cold as ice, untouchable.
But both are bad and equally disgusting.
My parents...
Alia, the girl curious of everything, climbs herself out of well, but they...
#SelfReflection
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