Popular Poems About Self Reflection
#SelfReflection
Popular poems about self reflection. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
Her
Poem Published
8th May 2022 3:07am
8th May 2022 3:07am
Poetry Saved Me
When words
Don’t flow
From head to mouth
The pen writes
When words
Get stuck
In abstract definitions
The pen writes
When words
Don’t complete
The thought
The pen writes
When the words
Will stop
Someday
I hope
The pen writes
Don’t flow
From head to mouth
The pen writes
When words
Get stuck
In abstract definitions
The pen writes
When words
Don’t complete
The thought
The pen writes
When the words
Will stop
Someday
I hope
The pen writes
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
80 reads
12 Comments
LtDansLegs
Jay.
Jay.
Poem Published
20th Apr 2022 6:51pm
20th Apr 2022 6:51pm
I saw myself today and didn’t look away.
Ink trickles to the page as I ponder.
In and out of focus, my thoughts wander.
Have I lost myself along the journey?
Pretending to fit, my soul is burning.
Day in and day out the wheel keeps turning.
If pain instructs, why am I not learning?
It makes sense to me that we’re made of dust.
Feeling dirty is the thought that I trust.
Normal is the carrot in front of me.
Dangling from the edge of my therapy.
Could I recognize myself being well,
if by happenstance I was pulled from Hell?
What does it feel like...
In and out of focus, my thoughts wander.
Have I lost myself along the journey?
Pretending to fit, my soul is burning.
Day in and day out the wheel keeps turning.
If pain instructs, why am I not learning?
It makes sense to me that we’re made of dust.
Feeling dirty is the thought that I trust.
Normal is the carrot in front of me.
Dangling from the edge of my therapy.
Could I recognize myself being well,
if by happenstance I was pulled from Hell?
What does it feel like...
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#healing
80 reads
8 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
8th May 2022 6:32am
8th May 2022 6:32am
Drifting (inside a hurricane)
everyday
another scar
appears
to join those
that have
gone before
just a
feather drifting
inside
the eye
of a
hurricane
always
a heartbeat
from critical mass
were one thought
is the answer
to all
don't
need a
gun
to be
devolved
from life
another scar
appears
to join those
that have
gone before
just a
feather drifting
inside
the eye
of a
hurricane
always
a heartbeat
from critical mass
were one thought
is the answer
to all
don't
need a
gun
to be
devolved
from life
#depression
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
90 reads
2 Comments
APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
27th Apr 2022 7:41am
27th Apr 2022 7:41am
A Rock is just a Rock
I was staring at a rock
just a simple rock
no veins of quartz
nor any gold
not very original
maybe a little flat on one side
smooth and polished
by the river's edge
but still just a rock to throw away
and then I thought
this is a perfect rock
imbued with rockness
It's meaning and intent plain to see
but what of my meaning
as I weighed the rock's intent
am I an arrow or a bow
or a boomerang
always to return
repeating the same mistakes
yet...
just a simple rock
no veins of quartz
nor any gold
not very original
maybe a little flat on one side
smooth and polished
by the river's edge
but still just a rock to throw away
and then I thought
this is a perfect rock
imbued with rockness
It's meaning and intent plain to see
but what of my meaning
as I weighed the rock's intent
am I an arrow or a bow
or a boomerang
always to return
repeating the same mistakes
yet...
#SelfReflection
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
73 reads
10 Comments
Nizana
Poem Published
7th May 2022 1:37pm
7th May 2022 1:37pm
Self-Acceptance
In accepting myself,
complete with flaws and
imperfections,
I find love
easier to give
and receive.
complete with flaws and
imperfections,
I find love
easier to give
and receive.
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
103 reads
11 Comments
S-m-sawyer
Poem Published
15th May 2022 4:57pm
15th May 2022 4:57pm
Dark is my friend
Dark is my friend,
I will not pretend,
We have spent alot of time together
Sometimes silence joins us,
then disappears when the noise outside appears,
Dark is my friend,
she is all around me,
but doesn't judge,
she never leaves my side ,
until the morning sunrise,
I can be myself,
no need for a disguise..
Oh yes, on dark I can depend,
she was with in the beginning and she'll be there at the end,
This is not a morbid and depressive trend,
just a place to heal and mend, ...
I will not pretend,
We have spent alot of time together
Sometimes silence joins us,
then disappears when the noise outside appears,
Dark is my friend,
she is all around me,
but doesn't judge,
she never leaves my side ,
until the morning sunrise,
I can be myself,
no need for a disguise..
Oh yes, on dark I can depend,
she was with in the beginning and she'll be there at the end,
This is not a morbid and depressive trend,
just a place to heal and mend, ...
#identity
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
#choices
36 reads
4 Comments
Nizana
Poem Published
20th Apr 2022 11:43am
20th Apr 2022 11:43am
What I Carry - My daughter's poem
A poet said, “We are what we carry.”
I carry brokenness, but with a hope for healing.
I’m often lost, but carry a hope for finding home.
I carry the weight of knowing who I am, but
at times I don’t recognize my own reflection.
I carry a need for solitude, but also desires for love.
I carry a blanket to hide my nakedness, but sometimes
walk bottomless on the sand next to the ocean
where I was born.
I carry brokenness, but with a hope for healing.
I’m often lost, but carry a hope for finding home.
I carry the weight of knowing who I am, but
at times I don’t recognize my own reflection.
I carry a need for solitude, but also desires for love.
I carry a blanket to hide my nakedness, but sometimes
walk bottomless on the sand next to the ocean
where I was born.
#hope
#SelfReflection
#healing
104 reads
5 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
14th May 2022 7:16pm
14th May 2022 7:16pm
Pandemic Pandemonium
oh twisted
fragile mind
tangled within
a fine almost
invisable Web
creating
more intimidating
intrusive fears
while reconnecting
wiith all the long
dormant ones
breathless panic
of being among
familiar settings
that at one time
where a comfortable
sanctuary for sanity
joys of
personal freedom
cruelly taken
replaced by
self denial
of an insane situation
shame
self worth
given daily access
as true faith
is slowly ...
fragile mind
tangled within
a fine almost
invisable Web
creating
more intimidating
intrusive fears
while reconnecting
wiith all the long
dormant ones
breathless panic
of being among
familiar settings
that at one time
where a comfortable
sanctuary for sanity
joys of
personal freedom
cruelly taken
replaced by
self denial
of an insane situation
shame
self worth
given daily access
as true faith
is slowly ...
#SelfReflection
#pandemic
45 reads
2 Comments
Her
Poem Published
20th Apr 2022 11:36am
20th Apr 2022 11:36am
Sometimes I'd like to Go Back
I wasn't always this way
I used to be invisible
I didn't always have my say
Sometimes I'd like to go back
I hesitate to say
That having a pretty face can be a curse
It used to be the one thing I wanted someday
My bags I'd like to pack
I used to wish for today
But now people only look and don't listen
This wasn't supposed to be the way
Sometimes I'd like to go back
I know that you don't know me
But there is more than you see
I have a voice now, I've learned to disagree
I've also learned that losing all...
I used to be invisible
I didn't always have my say
Sometimes I'd like to go back
I hesitate to say
That having a pretty face can be a curse
It used to be the one thing I wanted someday
My bags I'd like to pack
I used to wish for today
But now people only look and don't listen
This wasn't supposed to be the way
Sometimes I'd like to go back
I know that you don't know me
But there is more than you see
I have a voice now, I've learned to disagree
I've also learned that losing all...
#sadness
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
84 reads
7 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
20th Apr 2022 2:55am
20th Apr 2022 2:55am
we're only real in the ephemeral prints we leave behind
I put my feet in the ocean
and for a moment it feels
like freedom
the foamy waves washing away
my momentary troubles
It's a rare moment
where I can just be
in this open space
of wind and salt and sand
cold water
and washed up sea shells
I collect them
some beautiful
some broken
some both
and it feels like history
and life in my hands
the past, present
and future in one moment
it feels like a metaphor for life
though maybe the air
is making me feeling ...
and for a moment it feels
like freedom
the foamy waves washing away
my momentary troubles
It's a rare moment
where I can just be
in this open space
of wind and salt and sand
cold water
and washed up sea shells
I collect them
some beautiful
some broken
some both
and it feels like history
and life in my hands
the past, present
and future in one moment
it feels like a metaphor for life
though maybe the air
is making me feeling ...
#identity
#sea
#nature #SelfReflection
#nature #SelfReflection
106 reads
4 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
2nd May 2022 11:01pm
2nd May 2022 11:01pm
No object I
I'm not sure which bothers me more,
that my poetry
isn't that great
or that poetry
isn't written about me.
I think upon this with overly cooled temper.
Being so self-absorbed
and narcissistic ,
means I can at least
write about myself
if nothing else.
Still,
loves requires
a little give and take,
I hear,
from my solitary spot in the sandpit.
that my poetry
isn't that great
or that poetry
isn't written about me.
I think upon this with overly cooled temper.
Being so self-absorbed
and narcissistic ,
means I can at least
write about myself
if nothing else.
Still,
loves requires
a little give and take,
I hear,
from my solitary spot in the sandpit.
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
62 reads
5 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
2nd May 2022 7:21pm
2nd May 2022 7:21pm
Androgyne
All my life, I've worn dresses,
Brushed my long, thick, flowing, tresses,
And my eyes were kept blind
To the world that was behind
Such a thin veil,
Now to nearby shores I sail!
I've tried different labels, cutting and pasting,
But the glue, it seemed to keep failing,
I didn't want to be anything but me,
Trying on categories and terms, to see what did fit me,
As I see people non-conforming,
As I see people changing,
As I see people rearranging,
As I see people becoming what they were always meant to be,
I wonder if I can be...
Brushed my long, thick, flowing, tresses,
And my eyes were kept blind
To the world that was behind
Such a thin veil,
Now to nearby shores I sail!
I've tried different labels, cutting and pasting,
But the glue, it seemed to keep failing,
I didn't want to be anything but me,
Trying on categories and terms, to see what did fit me,
As I see people non-conforming,
As I see people changing,
As I see people rearranging,
As I see people becoming what they were always meant to be,
I wonder if I can be...
#identity
#LGBT
#TruthOfLife
#SelfReflection
#philosophical
70 reads
3 Comments
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