Self Reflection Poems
#SelfReflection
Poems about self reflection, where we contemplate our own personality and behaviour. Self aware poems engaging in introspection and meditation.
Miss_Haides
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 5:08pm
19th Dec 2024 5:08pm
Anonymous Energy
I was formed from a seed of desperation.
Written and scarred upon my skin, upon my temperament.
Upon my disposition.
I wear it like a crown for all to see.
Look upon my face and recognise me.
The face of nothing.
The face of no one.
Unseen.
The face of many generations of many entities.
None belong to me.
Borrowed atoms, borrowed genes.
Just light anonymous energy.
Don't you see? The parade?
Quickly!
Don, your hat! Your Gloves! Your Hair!
Your Identity.
Unseen.
The face of no one.
The...
Written and scarred upon my skin, upon my temperament.
Upon my disposition.
I wear it like a crown for all to see.
Look upon my face and recognise me.
The face of nothing.
The face of no one.
Unseen.
The face of many generations of many entities.
None belong to me.
Borrowed atoms, borrowed genes.
Just light anonymous energy.
Don't you see? The parade?
Quickly!
Don, your hat! Your Gloves! Your Hair!
Your Identity.
Unseen.
The face of no one.
The...
#identity
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
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1 Comment
Everavalon
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 1:07pm
19th Dec 2024 1:07pm
Harvest rye
Regret transcends through time
as quickly as the rye unfolds its bounty
An intellectual seed fastened to the machine
Pumping out offspring to satisfy bellies
And the mothers, forgotten;
preoccupied by the pine of a looming wither
O’ that weathered weed;
With skeletal verdure and
stalks with unflattering jackets
Her lament;
this subtle mourn—
into the vessel and out of the womb
without thought; without context
See me; feel me
I am of husk and not of grain
I am a body with gesture; with spirit
I am here and I...
as quickly as the rye unfolds its bounty
An intellectual seed fastened to the machine
Pumping out offspring to satisfy bellies
And the mothers, forgotten;
preoccupied by the pine of a looming wither
O’ that weathered weed;
With skeletal verdure and
stalks with unflattering jackets
Her lament;
this subtle mourn—
into the vessel and out of the womb
without thought; without context
See me; feel me
I am of husk and not of grain
I am a body with gesture; with spirit
I am here and I...
#dark
#SelfReflection
78 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 12:42pm
18th Dec 2024 12:42pm
Sometimes we forget
Through this life we are always facing ghostly hard times, when we start to find ourselves in battle, with things.that we can't control from happening, but yet it's life. 😭 THAT will break us down and destroy the deepness in our heart and lives, that comes from out of certain real life circumstances that just becomes more, than we can tolerate yet that is still life. For sure it's very necessary to understand, that there is an aura of understanding, that shakes up the nonsense, trying to make sense of it as we, exchange our own personal feelings and thoughts of emotions, and genuine...
#metaphor
#philosophical
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
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god_of_Confusion
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 4:26am
17th Dec 2024 4:26am
Endless I'll start tomorrows
Dictating the results of your life one decision at a time.
It doesn’t matter what stage you’re at, all that matters is what’s in thy mind.
You make the choice
To raise or lower your voice.
To keep peace or ignore self control, to rejoice in life or claim your defeat.
Anger may flow but don’t let it possess, should it arise just remember your breath.
Sure it’s easier stated than enacted
but it only gets worse the more you invest.
The longer you stay distracted..
What is evolving if not forgetting lame excuses and endless I’ll start...
It doesn’t matter what stage you’re at, all that matters is what’s in thy mind.
You make the choice
To raise or lower your voice.
To keep peace or ignore self control, to rejoice in life or claim your defeat.
Anger may flow but don’t let it possess, should it arise just remember your breath.
Sure it’s easier stated than enacted
but it only gets worse the more you invest.
The longer you stay distracted..
What is evolving if not forgetting lame excuses and endless I’ll start...
#learning
#myself
#SelfDiscovery #SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfReflection
60 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 6:37pm
16th Dec 2024 6:37pm
The Good, Bad & Ugly: Me
#identity
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
42 reads
5 Comments
Chere-Rene13
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 2:20am
16th Dec 2024 2:20am
Mirror of Self-Loath
Restless & irritable...Pains of uncomfortable, underlining new skin of suffocation. Drowning sober of choking. Treading with my head just above the waves of living life...Hardest job, Work load of constant strident drive. Harder when you don't want to try. Never the driver, just a passenger of backseat status. Can't see ahead, just the rear view mirror of backwards flow, filling the shoes I've already tread. Lectures of I told you so, always a fuck up, sights of never right. Now I recall why I jumped & took this flight of astronomical sight. Ennui feelings of listlessness caused by...
#addiction
#despair
#drugs
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
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2 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 6:37pm
15th Dec 2024 6:37pm
The philosophy of clerics — with Adagio
I’ve sampled nocturnal resilience
I’ve slept on speculation; dreamt of what may have settled my shroud
that rich layer of skin
that seeps a sea of gratitude
like a fearless watering of clout
alongshore,
between frayed ends of variance
and the tendrils of substance
Beneath the guttural moans of persistence
from the vendors of eloquence
I’ve lulled my conviction to be sipped like brandy
from perspective’s glass
and poise my spoken lip in ironclad verdict
The philosophy of clerics
in broken ink of the pen's poetic...
I’ve slept on speculation; dreamt of what may have settled my shroud
that rich layer of skin
that seeps a sea of gratitude
like a fearless watering of clout
alongshore,
between frayed ends of variance
and the tendrils of substance
Beneath the guttural moans of persistence
from the vendors of eloquence
I’ve lulled my conviction to be sipped like brandy
from perspective’s glass
and poise my spoken lip in ironclad verdict
The philosophy of clerics
in broken ink of the pen's poetic...
#SelfReflection
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2 Comments
Poetblue
Poeblue
Poeblue
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 2:23am
15th Dec 2024 2:23am
WHEN WILL THE WORDS STOP
Just when I thought I have said all that I could say… I find my heart bubbling forth
My mind decided that it has something else to convey
My heart speaks in whispers yet in volume
I am constantly telling a story of my life… a road that never ends seemingly
Love… romance… pain… whatever it takes to pull away
When will the words stop?
It comes to me in the distant days
Hurting within I expressed in thought words born on paper
With the weight of the earth I am cursed
Constantly thinking of the things in my life
My passion for love and the search...
My mind decided that it has something else to convey
My heart speaks in whispers yet in volume
I am constantly telling a story of my life… a road that never ends seemingly
Love… romance… pain… whatever it takes to pull away
When will the words stop?
It comes to me in the distant days
Hurting within I expressed in thought words born on paper
With the weight of the earth I am cursed
Constantly thinking of the things in my life
My passion for love and the search...
#SelfReflection
75 reads
2 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 4:36pm
14th Dec 2024 4:36pm
Inner Child
I lie in the grass with you,
and you point to the sky like we used to do.
"That cloud looks like a fish," you say,
and I stare at you in quiet amazement.
How could they not love you?
Your beautiful brown hair—
they cut it short all those years,
trying to shape you, contain you.
You smile, crooked teeth glinting, so cheesy,
and I remember: we were happiest
when we ran away,
just you and I, lost in our thoughts.
I stare back at the sky and point.
"And that," I murmur.
It makes you giggle. ...
and you point to the sky like we used to do.
"That cloud looks like a fish," you say,
and I stare at you in quiet amazement.
How could they not love you?
Your beautiful brown hair—
they cut it short all those years,
trying to shape you, contain you.
You smile, crooked teeth glinting, so cheesy,
and I remember: we were happiest
when we ran away,
just you and I, lost in our thoughts.
I stare back at the sky and point.
"And that," I murmur.
It makes you giggle. ...
#confessional
#love
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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1 Comment
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 4:18pm
14th Dec 2024 4:18pm
Never Give Up Life
I will never give up this new year!
I will veer away from a dreadful society
and trek into the wilderness
for the sake of my self preservation.
What sins and decay society is now!
Embrace the peace of nonjudgmental eyes,
or nonexistent eyes in the wilds.
I don’t care how alone I am I want solitude.
I once wrote the forest has eyes and tongues.
This refers to his the psychosis will follow me.
I accept this, however, no one will witness me
responding to these voices out loud!
I’m 37 now and I am exhausted and...
I will veer away from a dreadful society
and trek into the wilderness
for the sake of my self preservation.
What sins and decay society is now!
Embrace the peace of nonjudgmental eyes,
or nonexistent eyes in the wilds.
I don’t care how alone I am I want solitude.
I once wrote the forest has eyes and tongues.
This refers to his the psychosis will follow me.
I accept this, however, no one will witness me
responding to these voices out loud!
I’m 37 now and I am exhausted and...
#confessional
#LifeChangingMoment
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
65 reads
1 Comment
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 8:47am
14th Dec 2024 8:47am
None Can Ever Survive On Its Own and Be
Shall I my very ego embrace
And only me see on Earth face!
*****
Could I my heart keep safe and sound
And all the fears of the mind unbound?
Would I cling to a balmy ivory tower
And just feed on the honey of one flower?
Could I detach my Self from any bond
And to dilemmas be able not to respond?
Would my soul blossom into creative art
As oblivious the mind and confined the heart?
*****
Shall I my very ego embrace
And only me see on Earth face!
*****
How would a flower a bee suffice
To spark the music of a bird of...
And only me see on Earth face!
*****
Could I my heart keep safe and sound
And all the fears of the mind unbound?
Would I cling to a balmy ivory tower
And just feed on the honey of one flower?
Could I detach my Self from any bond
And to dilemmas be able not to respond?
Would my soul blossom into creative art
As oblivious the mind and confined the heart?
*****
Shall I my very ego embrace
And only me see on Earth face!
*****
How would a flower a bee suffice
To spark the music of a bird of...
#acceptance
#learning
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
74 reads
5 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 10:10pm
13th Dec 2024 10:10pm
KEEP ON PUSHING
When things get rough and spiritually things, are not going so well I know from my own experience, it can be a scary situation to have to learn to just walk away. FROM what you don't want or need in your life. For sure I had to learn how to navigate, through the process of standing on my own terms of common sense, 🧐 For what I had to face, was my own fears and put my eyes, on my mission at hand. FOR you could never really want was as it can be erase to start over again. 😔 You have to learn how strong is your spiritual faith, and do you have the ability to manifest that which...
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
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