Poems About Self Reflection by Top Critiquers
#SelfReflection
Poems about self reflection by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Window at night #10
Sitting by my window at night, writin drink in hand,
Reach in my mini fridge,
Pull out another beer, & turn up the tunes
Airplain singin bout Alice,
Trippin balls head first through mine magic mirror
into mystic realms of that sweet Irish witch,
Queeny after my foul mouthed fat head to come off,
Tis the season of that bitch,
Tell me darlin’, you have a daddy,
Is he strong like me… give it to me easy
So damn good, that Lady takes me away
& Washes me in the rain of Shamballa
But remember what that Door Knob...
Reach in my mini fridge,
Pull out another beer, & turn up the tunes
Airplain singin bout Alice,
Trippin balls head first through mine magic mirror
into mystic realms of that sweet Irish witch,
Queeny after my foul mouthed fat head to come off,
Tis the season of that bitch,
Tell me darlin’, you have a daddy,
Is he strong like me… give it to me easy
So damn good, that Lady takes me away
& Washes me in the rain of Shamballa
But remember what that Door Knob...
#SelfReflection
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6 Comments
Without a mask
Drifting away in the depths of my mind,
Lost amidst the shifting sands of time,
I gather fragments of information,
Radiant before my bewildered eyes.
The words spoken hold little meaning,
Actions unfolding, a puzzle unsolved,
I wander aimlessly, endlessly,
A clown in this theater of dreams.
Uncertain of my role, my purpose,
Striving to grasp the elusive truth,
I navigate the labyrinth of existence,
The heart's tug of war, an endless pursuit.
Lost like a diamond amid scattered stones,
Within the vast expanse of...
Lost amidst the shifting sands of time,
I gather fragments of information,
Radiant before my bewildered eyes.
The words spoken hold little meaning,
Actions unfolding, a puzzle unsolved,
I wander aimlessly, endlessly,
A clown in this theater of dreams.
Uncertain of my role, my purpose,
Striving to grasp the elusive truth,
I navigate the labyrinth of existence,
The heart's tug of war, an endless pursuit.
Lost like a diamond amid scattered stones,
Within the vast expanse of...
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
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5 Comments
Let's create a Garden of Poems and Stories
not seeking hearts to captivate
respectfully choosing gentle allure
not to capture or seek or deviate
into dramas and stories for lure
not casting bait nor hitting on
anybody with false attention
I come here to listen and discern
all the lovely stories we have spun
a friend a companion to speak to
talk and write with in poetry
weaving stories about life's lived
just being together bound by arts
let's write up a garden
of love life and laughter.
respectfully choosing gentle allure
not to capture or seek or deviate
into dramas and stories for lure
not casting bait nor hitting on
anybody with false attention
I come here to listen and discern
all the lovely stories we have spun
a friend a companion to speak to
talk and write with in poetry
weaving stories about life's lived
just being together bound by arts
let's write up a garden
of love life and laughter.
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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4 Comments
No fixing needed
Men are fixers.
That’s what we do.
It’s built into our DNA
and for many we don’t
realise it and cannot,
therefore, cope with
how much it affects
the way we relate to
our partners.
If we can learn to keep
this out of our reactions
to stress and worry in
someone we love and
just worry for them but
not about them we will
not need to fix what only
they can fix so decrease
the stress for them and
relate to who they are and
and not what we would
wish them to be.
We all want our loves to ...
That’s what we do.
It’s built into our DNA
and for many we don’t
realise it and cannot,
therefore, cope with
how much it affects
the way we relate to
our partners.
If we can learn to keep
this out of our reactions
to stress and worry in
someone we love and
just worry for them but
not about them we will
not need to fix what only
they can fix so decrease
the stress for them and
relate to who they are and
and not what we would
wish them to be.
We all want our loves to ...
#love
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#choices
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6 Comments
A Diary Excerpt
Dear diary,
Im laying in bed and I cant block out the voices. Im tired and i want to sleep. So im going to get them out. I think it is better to just go back to feeling numb. I cant handle these feelings and emotions. They are just so extreme and so unrelenting.
These past couple weeks talking to *redacted* and opening up on a level I never have before has been an absolute roller coaster. I have come face to face with my demons. I have felt a lot of things that I haven't since I was a child. Its caused me to realize a lot about myself but its also made my fears,...
Im laying in bed and I cant block out the voices. Im tired and i want to sleep. So im going to get them out. I think it is better to just go back to feeling numb. I cant handle these feelings and emotions. They are just so extreme and so unrelenting.
These past couple weeks talking to *redacted* and opening up on a level I never have before has been an absolute roller coaster. I have come face to face with my demons. I have felt a lot of things that I haven't since I was a child. Its caused me to realize a lot about myself but its also made my fears,...
#SelfReflection
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Spirit in Humankind
Literal context
Physical disposition
Minds sensational
Physical disposition
Minds sensational
#nature
#spiritual
#humankind
#SelfReflection
#metaphor
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2 Comments
Warrior II
My father once told me
as Mr. Roger's mother
told him:
“Look for the helpers"
in any atrocity.
“It keeps the world sane”
he continued,
"to know good people
risk their lives
for other humans."
My life and social feeds
were once filled
with a relentless search
for the holy grail of justice
amid political riots and shame.
"I am hurt, but I am not slaine;
I'le lay mee downe and bleed a-while,
And then I'le rise and fight againe."
was a battle cry...
as Mr. Roger's mother
told him:
“Look for the helpers"
in any atrocity.
“It keeps the world sane”
he continued,
"to know good people
risk their lives
for other humans."
My life and social feeds
were once filled
with a relentless search
for the holy grail of justice
amid political riots and shame.
"I am hurt, but I am not slaine;
I'le lay mee downe and bleed a-while,
And then I'le rise and fight againe."
was a battle cry...
#childhood
#SelfReflection
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9 Comments
The Introvert
For too many years that I give into my fears
Being withdrawn not wanting to interact or socialize
And that in a way stunted my personal growth
Unable to connect with others unwilling to compromise
But I knew I could to come out of my shell
After all I had been a leader in my younger days
It would just take some effort on my behalf
I was still shy but a little more mature in my ways
Then I saw how it improved on relationships
The way I listened, the way spoke, the way I was heard
And that in turned helped me understand myself ...
Being withdrawn not wanting to interact or socialize
And that in a way stunted my personal growth
Unable to connect with others unwilling to compromise
But I knew I could to come out of my shell
After all I had been a leader in my younger days
It would just take some effort on my behalf
I was still shy but a little more mature in my ways
Then I saw how it improved on relationships
The way I listened, the way spoke, the way I was heard
And that in turned helped me understand myself ...
#confessional
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfReflection
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2 Comments
I Love You All And Thank You
This is the calm face you make when your running crew, in the most beneficial way to honor their runny coach, this year they suggested during our celebration dinner to commence 2024, we all go to a Hibachi Japanese Restaurant, if you could had only gaged my reaction, and be advised I did sneak on the scale, I silently smiled through determination, due in part I lost an entire pound all together, and I was pushing it hard on my treadmill this weekend.
I was late on arrival to the restaurant, my colleague, who is a Med Surgical Student who is in residency here. He stayed on his...
I was late on arrival to the restaurant, my colleague, who is a Med Surgical Student who is in residency here. He stayed on his...
#SelfReflection
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3 Comments
Pieces - with Deliabear
Hear the songs that paint the forest
And evergreens. Listen to the winds
Cry emerald streams and then sing.
Catch the breath of the dew
And grow with it, that flower,
That perfumes the lonely hours.
Whisper the ticking metronome
of the silent echoes that roam
the shadowing earth tones.
Connecting jigsaw pieces of man
Birds and bees swirl the sand in the hourglass.
Willows weep, dangling leaves of days far past.
Meditate in nature using yoga.
Weeping bamboo...
And evergreens. Listen to the winds
Cry emerald streams and then sing.
Catch the breath of the dew
And grow with it, that flower,
That perfumes the lonely hours.
Whisper the ticking metronome
of the silent echoes that roam
the shadowing earth tones.
Connecting jigsaw pieces of man
Birds and bees swirl the sand in the hourglass.
Willows weep, dangling leaves of days far past.
Meditate in nature using yoga.
Weeping bamboo...
#nature
#SelfReflection
#philosophical
135 reads
2 Comments
The Pensive Moon
The tall trees cast their long shadows
The fading sun,escapes the deep furrows
And the flocking birds regain fluffy homes
To leave the poet in a silent world, roam
Dark blue sky tells the landing night
The glimmering stars make a fainting sight
A pale face from the deep blue shall daze
Behind olden mountains, tall and wise
Into the blue goes the moon:Fluent rise
Sailing into darkness of the milky haze
And when in still, i behold the scene
A snap of the past, will pass unseen :
Had i seen the moon...
The fading sun,escapes the deep furrows
And the flocking birds regain fluffy homes
To leave the poet in a silent world, roam
Dark blue sky tells the landing night
The glimmering stars make a fainting sight
A pale face from the deep blue shall daze
Behind olden mountains, tall and wise
Into the blue goes the moon:Fluent rise
Sailing into darkness of the milky haze
And when in still, i behold the scene
A snap of the past, will pass unseen :
Had i seen the moon...
#identity
#mirror
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
#emptiness
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2 Comments
Nuisance
I’m always over-eager
to let you off the hook
dealing get out of jail free cards
before you’ve even asked
Because obviously, my requests
must have been
a nuisance
Well I don’t want this
self-inflicted itchy coat of blame
and I refuse to carry
this imaginary shame
It’s not
too much
to want a moment of attention
a few seconds of uncalculated truth
I’d like to help you step out
from behind those levers of control
But I’m done making your excuses
by convincing myself that I am
a nuisance
...
to let you off the hook
dealing get out of jail free cards
before you’ve even asked
Because obviously, my requests
must have been
a nuisance
Well I don’t want this
self-inflicted itchy coat of blame
and I refuse to carry
this imaginary shame
It’s not
too much
to want a moment of attention
a few seconds of uncalculated truth
I’d like to help you step out
from behind those levers of control
But I’m done making your excuses
by convincing myself that I am
a nuisance
...
#NaPoWriMo2024
#relationships
#SelfReflection
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6 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Self Reflection by Top Critiquers