Poems About Self Reflection Published by Members Recently Online
#SelfReflection
Poems about self reflection published by members recently online.
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 10:15am
1st Dec 2024 10:15am
Lichen Thallus
Apply the federation.
Allow a congregation.
Lose your mind to sedation.
Lose your kool; aid the plantation.
Planted in a vase.
No roots for me to trace.
No more individual face.
Just people losing the race.
A spore developing.
A hive of demons loudly sing.
Attract the greater being.
To destroy the weakest thinking.
A tree that only lies.
A mistletoe leeches the wise.
Time to prune the parasites.
Assassin's have a lonely plight.
Allow a congregation.
Lose your mind to sedation.
Lose your kool; aid the plantation.
Planted in a vase.
No roots for me to trace.
No more individual face.
Just people losing the race.
A spore developing.
A hive of demons loudly sing.
Attract the greater being.
To destroy the weakest thinking.
A tree that only lies.
A mistletoe leeches the wise.
Time to prune the parasites.
Assassin's have a lonely plight.
#hypocrisy
#money
#prison #SelfReflection
#prison #SelfReflection
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AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 10:15am
1st Dec 2024 10:15am
Lichen Thallus
Apply the federation.
Allow a congregation.
Lose your mind to sedation.
Lose your kool; aid the plantation.
Planted in a vase.
No roots for me to trace.
No more individual face.
Just people losing the race.
A spore developing.
A hive of demons loudly sing.
Attract the greater being.
To destroy the weakest thinking.
A tree that only lies.
A mistletoe leeches the wise.
Time to prune the parasites.
Assassin's have a lonely plight.
Allow a congregation.
Lose your mind to sedation.
Lose your kool; aid the plantation.
Planted in a vase.
No roots for me to trace.
No more individual face.
Just people losing the race.
A spore developing.
A hive of demons loudly sing.
Attract the greater being.
To destroy the weakest thinking.
A tree that only lies.
A mistletoe leeches the wise.
Time to prune the parasites.
Assassin's have a lonely plight.
#hypocrisy
#money
#prison #SelfReflection
#prison #SelfReflection
82 reads
11 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
31st Oct 2023 1:27am
31st Oct 2023 1:27am
Pump Me
Blood surging
Veins bulging
On the verge of bursting
Blood racing in vain
An out of control train
You're driving me insane
Renewing life feels so divine
So tiring this life of mine
And all born to share my line
For each red cell that I impart
Pumping my most passionate part
Yet I failed to love, now I am a broken heart
Veins bulging
On the verge of bursting
Blood racing in vain
An out of control train
You're driving me insane
Renewing life feels so divine
So tiring this life of mine
And all born to share my line
For each red cell that I impart
Pumping my most passionate part
Yet I failed to love, now I am a broken heart
#heartbroken
#SelfReflection
184 reads
10 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
31st Oct 2023 1:27am
31st Oct 2023 1:27am
Pump Me
Blood surging
Veins bulging
On the verge of bursting
Blood racing in vain
An out of control train
You're driving me insane
Renewing life feels so divine
So tiring this life of mine
And all born to share my line
For each red cell that I impart
Pumping my most passionate part
Yet I failed to love, now I am a broken heart
Veins bulging
On the verge of bursting
Blood racing in vain
An out of control train
You're driving me insane
Renewing life feels so divine
So tiring this life of mine
And all born to share my line
For each red cell that I impart
Pumping my most passionate part
Yet I failed to love, now I am a broken heart
#heartbroken
#SelfReflection
184 reads
10 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2023 11:08pm
2nd Jul 2023 11:08pm
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
379 reads
20 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2023 11:08pm
2nd Jul 2023 11:08pm
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
379 reads
20 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2023 11:08pm
2nd Jul 2023 11:08pm
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
379 reads
20 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
29th Sep 2024 3:46pm
29th Sep 2024 3:46pm
Hurricane Parties
Trees down everywhere
Power out everywhere
Lines for gas if you can find it
Lines for anything you can find
As for my street
Creek flooded the lower
Downed trees blocked the upper
Been playing with chainsaws
Redneck heaven
Trees down
Powerlines down
Creek finally going down
(and things starting to smell ripe)
No telling when I'll be back on here
Life happens
I'm good
A country boy will survive
Thoughts and prayers
To any suffering because of this hurricane
Power out everywhere
Lines for gas if you can find it
Lines for anything you can find
As for my street
Creek flooded the lower
Downed trees blocked the upper
Been playing with chainsaws
Redneck heaven
Trees down
Powerlines down
Creek finally going down
(and things starting to smell ripe)
No telling when I'll be back on here
Life happens
I'm good
A country boy will survive
Thoughts and prayers
To any suffering because of this hurricane
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
100 reads
6 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
29th Sep 2024 3:46pm
29th Sep 2024 3:46pm
Hurricane Parties
Trees down everywhere
Power out everywhere
Lines for gas if you can find it
Lines for anything you can find
As for my street
Creek flooded the lower
Downed trees blocked the upper
Been playing with chainsaws
Redneck heaven
Trees down
Powerlines down
Creek finally going down
(and things starting to smell ripe)
No telling when I'll be back on here
Life happens
I'm good
A country boy will survive
Thoughts and prayers
To any suffering because of this hurricane
Power out everywhere
Lines for gas if you can find it
Lines for anything you can find
As for my street
Creek flooded the lower
Downed trees blocked the upper
Been playing with chainsaws
Redneck heaven
Trees down
Powerlines down
Creek finally going down
(and things starting to smell ripe)
No telling when I'll be back on here
Life happens
I'm good
A country boy will survive
Thoughts and prayers
To any suffering because of this hurricane
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
100 reads
6 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 2:16am
6th Nov 2024 2:16am
On The Periphery
Should i walk into the ocean blue
Drowning, frowning
Awaiting
The unknown
As the crashing waves
Wash away seemingly everything
A deluge of doubt
Neither in, nor out
As dark clouds whisper
Across, flimsy, floating, flotsam
Tick tock
Time moves on
A hesitation
On the precipitation
Looming
As i enter another tomorrow
by Jemia
Drowning, frowning
Awaiting
The unknown
As the crashing waves
Wash away seemingly everything
A deluge of doubt
Neither in, nor out
As dark clouds whisper
Across, flimsy, floating, flotsam
Tick tock
Time moves on
A hesitation
On the precipitation
Looming
As i enter another tomorrow
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#SelfReflection
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0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 2:16am
6th Nov 2024 2:16am
On The Periphery
Should i walk into the ocean blue
Drowning, frowning
Awaiting
The unknown
As the crashing waves
Wash away seemingly everything
A deluge of doubt
Neither in, nor out
As dark clouds whisper
Across, flimsy, floating, flotsam
Tick tock
Time moves on
A hesitation
On the precipitation
Looming
As i enter another tomorrow
by Jemia
Drowning, frowning
Awaiting
The unknown
As the crashing waves
Wash away seemingly everything
A deluge of doubt
Neither in, nor out
As dark clouds whisper
Across, flimsy, floating, flotsam
Tick tock
Time moves on
A hesitation
On the precipitation
Looming
As i enter another tomorrow
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#SelfReflection
38 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 2:16am
6th Nov 2024 2:16am
On The Periphery
Should i walk into the ocean blue
Drowning, frowning
Awaiting
The unknown
As the crashing waves
Wash away seemingly everything
A deluge of doubt
Neither in, nor out
As dark clouds whisper
Across, flimsy, floating, flotsam
Tick tock
Time moves on
A hesitation
On the precipitation
Looming
As i enter another tomorrow
by Jemia
Drowning, frowning
Awaiting
The unknown
As the crashing waves
Wash away seemingly everything
A deluge of doubt
Neither in, nor out
As dark clouds whisper
Across, flimsy, floating, flotsam
Tick tock
Time moves on
A hesitation
On the precipitation
Looming
As i enter another tomorrow
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#SelfReflection
38 reads
0 Comments
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