Poems About Self Reflection Published by Members Recently Online
#SelfReflection
Poems about self reflection published by members recently online.
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
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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
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Israel
His Israel has become the underside of beauty
Everything is toppled over, bleached out and gritty
Ruins, the fatherless are screaming.
Haunting Echos clang off the walls of Her city.
Israel, why are you afraid?
Israel, my dear, you've fallen, stricken by plague ..
Our nights are lengthened, your days are full of sadness and shame.
There are no more blessing’s,
Even if you were to pray.
There is no more wine, no more medicine at which to numb out your pain.
You’re arms weakened and tired
you have blown out
Every vein.. ...
Everything is toppled over, bleached out and gritty
Ruins, the fatherless are screaming.
Haunting Echos clang off the walls of Her city.
Israel, why are you afraid?
Israel, my dear, you've fallen, stricken by plague ..
Our nights are lengthened, your days are full of sadness and shame.
There are no more blessing’s,
Even if you were to pray.
There is no more wine, no more medicine at which to numb out your pain.
You’re arms weakened and tired
you have blown out
Every vein.. ...
#sadness
#SelfReflection
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Israel
His Israel has become the underside of beauty
Everything is toppled over, bleached out and gritty
Ruins, the fatherless are screaming.
Haunting Echos clang off the walls of Her city.
Israel, why are you afraid?
Israel, my dear, you've fallen, stricken by plague ..
Our nights are lengthened, your days are full of sadness and shame.
There are no more blessing’s,
Even if you were to pray.
There is no more wine, no more medicine at which to numb out your pain.
You’re arms weakened and tired
you have blown out
Every vein.. ...
Everything is toppled over, bleached out and gritty
Ruins, the fatherless are screaming.
Haunting Echos clang off the walls of Her city.
Israel, why are you afraid?
Israel, my dear, you've fallen, stricken by plague ..
Our nights are lengthened, your days are full of sadness and shame.
There are no more blessing’s,
Even if you were to pray.
There is no more wine, no more medicine at which to numb out your pain.
You’re arms weakened and tired
you have blown out
Every vein.. ...
#sadness
#SelfReflection
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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
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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
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
Why?
When I see you cry,
I see an ocean
in your eyes,
drowning you from inside.
A tempest raging;
scarlet scarring your skies...
Heat of your pain
like a thick fog
damping your sight...
A silent scream
"O god why..."
I see an ocean
in your eyes,
drowning you from inside.
A tempest raging;
scarlet scarring your skies...
Heat of your pain
like a thick fog
damping your sight...
A silent scream
"O god why..."
#despair
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness #SelfReflection
#loneliness #SelfReflection
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Why?
When I see you cry,
I see an ocean
in your eyes,
drowning you from inside.
A tempest raging;
scarlet scarring your skies...
Heat of your pain
like a thick fog
damping your sight...
A silent scream
"O god why..."
I see an ocean
in your eyes,
drowning you from inside.
A tempest raging;
scarlet scarring your skies...
Heat of your pain
like a thick fog
damping your sight...
A silent scream
"O god why..."
#despair
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness #SelfReflection
#loneliness #SelfReflection
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Why?
When I see you cry,
I see an ocean
in your eyes,
drowning you from inside.
A tempest raging;
scarlet scarring your skies...
Heat of your pain
like a thick fog
damping your sight...
A silent scream
"O god why..."
I see an ocean
in your eyes,
drowning you from inside.
A tempest raging;
scarlet scarring your skies...
Heat of your pain
like a thick fog
damping your sight...
A silent scream
"O god why..."
#despair
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness #SelfReflection
#loneliness #SelfReflection
199 reads
16 Comments
Why?
When I see you cry,
I see an ocean
in your eyes,
drowning you from inside.
A tempest raging;
scarlet scarring your skies...
Heat of your pain
like a thick fog
damping your sight...
A silent scream
"O god why..."
I see an ocean
in your eyes,
drowning you from inside.
A tempest raging;
scarlet scarring your skies...
Heat of your pain
like a thick fog
damping your sight...
A silent scream
"O god why..."
#despair
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness #SelfReflection
#loneliness #SelfReflection
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Longaevitas
middle age begins
the dance with death;
at some point, grandparents
are long gone, and now
the aunts and uncles each
step forward, as if eager to be
in line for the hereafter;
I realize now that I must have
thought they’d live forever,
a solid brick in the construction
of my reality
my icons have become
the memories I’ve shared
with their art along the way -
the song that was playing
on the jet black boom box
in June of 1987, all the while
Edgar Esperello gave me that
slightly hesitant...
the dance with death;
at some point, grandparents
are long gone, and now
the aunts and uncles each
step forward, as if eager to be
in line for the hereafter;
I realize now that I must have
thought they’d live forever,
a solid brick in the construction
of my reality
my icons have become
the memories I’ve shared
with their art along the way -
the song that was playing
on the jet black boom box
in June of 1987, all the while
Edgar Esperello gave me that
slightly hesitant...
#LifeCycle
#aging
#SelfReflection
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