Popular Poems About Self Reflection
#SelfReflection
Popular poems about self reflection. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 4:28pm
6th Feb 2025 4:28pm
Cigarette Redux
Your cigarette
Smelled like the late 1970's
Camel unfiltered
At the bar at the beachfront
A certain kind of haze
My eyes fell on you
Talking Heads on the jukebox
Life During Wartime played
Sweat, glaze, punk freedom
Defiance and glory
Our late youth unfolding
Into something nevermore
Smelled like the late 1970's
Camel unfiltered
At the bar at the beachfront
A certain kind of haze
My eyes fell on you
Talking Heads on the jukebox
Life During Wartime played
Sweat, glaze, punk freedom
Defiance and glory
Our late youth unfolding
Into something nevermore
#memories
#music
#PopCulture
#SelfReflection
#WritingPoetry
154 reads
19 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 11:06am
15th Feb 2025 11:06am
Insane Visions
Create an illusion where nothing is something and everything is a parody
parody your own existence
existence through a mirror of deception
deception is a sneer through your tortured sanity
sanity is a vision
vision of insanity
parody your own existence
existence through a mirror of deception
deception is a sneer through your tortured sanity
sanity is a vision
vision of insanity
#myself
#philosophical
#SelfReflection
118 reads
14 Comments
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
138 reads
9 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 00:13am
22nd Feb 2025 00:13am
Dragon Tails
A cold dark winter of baritone winds
grasping at my throat's Covid, coughing
with no time for lullabies or wings
listening to the dripping icicle's
like dragon tails in the gales
grasping at my throat's Covid, coughing
grasping at my throat's Covid, coughing
with no time for lullabies or wings
listening to the dripping icicle's
like dragon tails in the gales
grasping at my throat's Covid, coughing
#SelfReflection
123 reads
3 Comments
mel44
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 9:38am
2nd Feb 2025 9:38am
The Mundane
I vanished
before the day began
fell into blackness
knowing not who I am
Drifted off
somewhere in the night
without any urge
nor desire for flight
Emotional void
dull, undefined
thoughts malformed
nothing aligned
Discovering lost
amid the mundane
a deep discomfort
feels like pain
Lacking resolve
and spiritual wealth
blindly searching
for original self
before the day began
fell into blackness
knowing not who I am
Drifted off
somewhere in the night
without any urge
nor desire for flight
Emotional void
dull, undefined
thoughts malformed
nothing aligned
Discovering lost
amid the mundane
a deep discomfort
feels like pain
Lacking resolve
and spiritual wealth
blindly searching
for original self
#identity
#SelfReflection
140 reads
23 Comments
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
117 reads
6 Comments
Jade72
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 1:36am
14th Feb 2025 1:36am
Valentine's day
How on earth did Valentine's day evolve from ancient Roman traditions and the martyrdom of priest Valentine, to a celebration of romantic love?
It is such a mystery to me...
Never cared for it really, all this rehearsed staged display of a more modern tradition, born thousands of years ago from an execution.
Kind of changes the perspective of it doesn't it?
Besides, should'nt love be celebrated year round?
For what it's worth, happy Valentine's day...
It is such a mystery to me...
Never cared for it really, all this rehearsed staged display of a more modern tradition, born thousands of years ago from an execution.
Kind of changes the perspective of it doesn't it?
Besides, should'nt love be celebrated year round?
For what it's worth, happy Valentine's day...
#SelfReflection
#tradition
#ValentinesDay
117 reads
8 Comments
Ewayne
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 8:24pm
26th Feb 2025 8:24pm
She Stands Alone, Yet Never Alone
Alone I stand in Miami,
One-bedroom dreams, a downsize from a life I once knew.
Four-bedroom echoes still whisper in my mind,
But here...here, I am free.
The ocean hums my name like it’s always known me,
Like it’s been waiting for me to wake up.
Sunrise kisses the waves like they belong together,
Like they’ve never known separation
And I wonder, is that what I’m learning?
To belong to myself, fully.
To trust that even when I feel alone,
I am exactly where I am meant to be.
Dreams I once scribbled in secret
Became my...
One-bedroom dreams, a downsize from a life I once knew.
Four-bedroom echoes still whisper in my mind,
But here...here, I am free.
The ocean hums my name like it’s always known me,
Like it’s been waiting for me to wake up.
Sunrise kisses the waves like they belong together,
Like they’ve never known separation
And I wonder, is that what I’m learning?
To belong to myself, fully.
To trust that even when I feel alone,
I am exactly where I am meant to be.
Dreams I once scribbled in secret
Became my...
#gratitude
#happiness
#hope
#memories
#SelfReflection
91 reads
5 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 10:42am
7th Mar 2025 10:42am
Failure
I'm not a failure
If I don't have success.
I fail to learn.
I fail to impress.
You thought my failure,
Was just my last breath.
You're no fortune teller.
History is what you forget.
The memories is what I bless.
I wish I could replay them,
And reminisce.
It's my secret Santa.
It's Satan on a stick.
All this constant failure,
Put me on the naughty list.
But I'm a pioneer.
I map out every ditch.
Sacagawea on the ocean floor,
Trying to get to Atlantis.
I'm not a...
If I don't have success.
I fail to learn.
I fail to impress.
You thought my failure,
Was just my last breath.
You're no fortune teller.
History is what you forget.
The memories is what I bless.
I wish I could replay them,
And reminisce.
It's my secret Santa.
It's Satan on a stick.
All this constant failure,
Put me on the naughty list.
But I'm a pioneer.
I map out every ditch.
Sacagawea on the ocean floor,
Trying to get to Atlantis.
I'm not a...
#inspirational
#SelfReflection
56 reads
5 Comments
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
95 reads
4 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 11:40pm
5th Mar 2025 11:40pm
Whispers of Her
My heart beats for two—she who was bruised,
and I who’s going along with time,
blinking the seconds away with no regard
to the broken figure far back in the past.
How cruel I have grown to betray her,
I, whom she trusts the most.
Muscling through the storms with a smile
on my lips, mouthing I am alright.
How can I be when she’s stuck in the dark
on her own, waiting for me to face her.
How can I when I’m so eager to feel the light,
as if the pain wasn’t as agonizing as she cried from.
Just how heartless I have...
and I who’s going along with time,
blinking the seconds away with no regard
to the broken figure far back in the past.
How cruel I have grown to betray her,
I, whom she trusts the most.
Muscling through the storms with a smile
on my lips, mouthing I am alright.
How can I be when she’s stuck in the dark
on her own, waiting for me to face her.
How can I when I’m so eager to feel the light,
as if the pain wasn’t as agonizing as she cried from.
Just how heartless I have...
#conflict
#emptiness
#hurt #SelfReflection
#hurt #SelfReflection
68 reads
eroseternal
Tim Eros
Tim Eros
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 2:39am
22nd Feb 2025 2:39am
Sensuous Me - The Poet
I am reminded of my faults and failures
Every minute of every day
My frustration is knowing I have powers
but forget to use them the right way
They've been kept inside a protective shell
that's been cracking for many decades
What's inside, I will not tell
Till the voice inside me says Okay
You see, I am a poet with a passionate soul
Maybe that's why my life is so hard
If I could just remember it's not forever,
and remember what it means to be a bard
Maybe I could...
Every minute of every day
My frustration is knowing I have powers
but forget to use them the right way
They've been kept inside a protective shell
that's been cracking for many decades
What's inside, I will not tell
Till the voice inside me says Okay
You see, I am a poet with a passionate soul
Maybe that's why my life is so hard
If I could just remember it's not forever,
and remember what it means to be a bard
Maybe I could...
#LifeAsAWriter
#love
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
82 reads
6 Comments
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