Poems about Self Worth and Self Esteem
#SelfWorth
Poems about self worth, self confidence and self esteem. Here you'll find poems about self worth and self respect, and what it means to believe in your own worth and abilities.
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 9:57pm
18th Feb 2025 9:57pm
I fear no one but GOD
As I reflect upon my journey and travel and walk through this cycle of life, I fear no one but GOD ALMIGHTY for he has my life, within his precious palms of his hands. 🙏 For sure I've learned a long time ago some people's, will tell you that they got your back 🤨 but yet sometimes we question those words base upon there own actions. 🤨 Yet we try not to be negative about some people's behavior, for some people's are just creatures of habits. 🤨 That's why we have to be aware of the devil's in human skin, like snakes in the high grass waiting patiently to attack...
#confessional
#dialogue
#metaphor
#philosophical
#SelfWorth
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BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Bumped 18th Feb 2025 12:37pm
19th Sep 2023 1:53am
19th Sep 2023 1:53am
The Flowers
I've known 1,000 crooks
read 10,000 books
still like my whiskey with sour
took 500 aims
at my 5,000,000 blames
as I sit all alone at the fire
my hands are now cold
but my heart is still bold
waiting on some newfound desire
if I don't think quick
i just might miss
my opportunity to fuck up the flowers
it's been 700 months
i met 31 monks
not one of them had a thing to say
i poured 20,000 baths
to clean...
read 10,000 books
still like my whiskey with sour
took 500 aims
at my 5,000,000 blames
as I sit all alone at the fire
my hands are now cold
but my heart is still bold
waiting on some newfound desire
if I don't think quick
i just might miss
my opportunity to fuck up the flowers
it's been 700 months
i met 31 monks
not one of them had a thing to say
i poured 20,000 baths
to clean...
#anxiety
#depression
#identity
#SelfHarm
#SelfWorth
537 reads
21 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 4:25am
18th Feb 2025 4:25am
When we are in pain
We all will go through somethings that will affect the very foundation of our lives, yet it's at that point in our lives that we have to learn to walk away. FROM the deepness of the pain that we feel inside of us. For it's true that we can't let the truth of the pain, steal the best part of us, due to what someone has cost to us. By taking away from the situation at hand. For sure what doesn't kill you only makes you, that much stronger than you think that you are even, in the moods of the storms. For sure sometimes we have to reschedule our chains of thoughts, to be able to see that it's not...
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
51 reads
2 Comments
Heisenberg68
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 11:18pm
16th Feb 2025 11:18pm
Where Power Wears Wisdoms Face
We rise, not from the ashes—
but from the blueprint of our boldest dreams.
A world reborn, where power wears wisdom’s face,
and justice is the rhythm in our every breath.
Look, children of the dawn—
see how the sun blesses steel and circuit,
where heart and code, flesh and algorithm,
sing a hymn of human grace.
No kings, no charlatans, no silvered lies—
Only minds, fierce with knowing,
only souls, tender with care.
The council, not of conquest—
but of craft, of calling—
where merit is a monument
and truth...
but from the blueprint of our boldest dreams.
A world reborn, where power wears wisdom’s face,
and justice is the rhythm in our every breath.
Look, children of the dawn—
see how the sun blesses steel and circuit,
where heart and code, flesh and algorithm,
sing a hymn of human grace.
No kings, no charlatans, no silvered lies—
Only minds, fierce with knowing,
only souls, tender with care.
The council, not of conquest—
but of craft, of calling—
where merit is a monument
and truth...
#LifeStruggles
#politics
#SelfWorth
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 11:09pm
14th Feb 2025 11:09pm
The Beauty of Nature
My passions and arts are in the simplest form.
I'm proud of everything I've created.
So elegant and beautiful.
Photography, art, drawings, writings. It all came from me.
And it is all so beautiful.
I can start life over
in a little forest of hope.
I'm proud of everything I've created.
So elegant and beautiful.
Photography, art, drawings, writings. It all came from me.
And it is all so beautiful.
I can start life over
in a little forest of hope.
#MyInspiration
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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1 Comment
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 8:19pm
14th Feb 2025 8:19pm
Let not your heart be heavy
Through life we will be tested by somethings, that we may not see it coming our way. BUT yet it doesn't mean that you keep an blind eye close, to really not see that is before you. For that will be your time to become aware that you have to learn, some lessons that you thought you didn't have to learn. How to navigate through the process of the nonsense, that will surely bring you down. For sure life wasn't meant to be easy, when you know that it's hard to find the right one for you. FOR sure life is a mind game of chance or even leaps of your own faith at times. Which makes your thoughts run...
#choices
#faith
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
66 reads
4 Comments
PunkPoe
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 1:32am
14th Feb 2025 1:32am
Eight Pounds
Swept by hollow numbness veins moving ice
Carving each slice, an eight pound sacrifice
Overting blood thirsty diamond snake eyes
Gambling my life kiss tempting tumbling dice
Betrayal a nagging bitch always eating at my ass
Trapped on the wrong side of a warped looking glass
Sheets of grey dampen the matter idle in my brain
Dialogues of hatred resembling Able vs Kane
Lacerations burrow beneath ridicule, dealt everyday
Shave me free of hate, fermenting in decay
Rising the top of my lungs terror screams &...
Carving each slice, an eight pound sacrifice
Overting blood thirsty diamond snake eyes
Gambling my life kiss tempting tumbling dice
Betrayal a nagging bitch always eating at my ass
Trapped on the wrong side of a warped looking glass
Sheets of grey dampen the matter idle in my brain
Dialogues of hatred resembling Able vs Kane
Lacerations burrow beneath ridicule, dealt everyday
Shave me free of hate, fermenting in decay
Rising the top of my lungs terror screams &...
#sadness
#SelfWorth
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NP_NP
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 3:43pm
13th Feb 2025 3:43pm
Reverie
I wanted you, but then I saw,
I only wanted the version of you
I built in awe.
The beguiling man with eyes so blue,
A daydream I didn’t want to undo.
How did you make my world so hazy,
Half-conscious, hypnotized, always lazy?
By your words, I was forever swept,
In reverie, where my heart wept.
But the world’s noise broke my trance,
I realized why I gave you no chance.
You left a trail of broken hearts,
A lesson learned in painful parts.
How I wish I could turn blind, ...
I only wanted the version of you
I built in awe.
The beguiling man with eyes so blue,
A daydream I didn’t want to undo.
How did you make my world so hazy,
Half-conscious, hypnotized, always lazy?
By your words, I was forever swept,
In reverie, where my heart wept.
But the world’s noise broke my trance,
I realized why I gave you no chance.
You left a trail of broken hearts,
A lesson learned in painful parts.
How I wish I could turn blind, ...
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
64 reads
1 Comment
bignp
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 3:36am
13th Feb 2025 3:36am
uncreative rhapsody.
I sit.
In my desolate room.
No lights, no music.’
(system of a down - sugar)
I try, to write, to think.
Have an original thought.
‘Nothing is original.
Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration,
Fuels imagination.’
(Jim Jarmusch)
Maybe What I call original
is just the jumbled regurgitations of my machine.
‘Here comes the rain again,
falling from the stars,
drenched in the pain again.’
(green day – wake me up when September ends)
maybe I'm just not wired for it.
Not a...
In my desolate room.
No lights, no music.’
(system of a down - sugar)
I try, to write, to think.
Have an original thought.
‘Nothing is original.
Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration,
Fuels imagination.’
(Jim Jarmusch)
Maybe What I call original
is just the jumbled regurgitations of my machine.
‘Here comes the rain again,
falling from the stars,
drenched in the pain again.’
(green day – wake me up when September ends)
maybe I'm just not wired for it.
Not a...
#FeelingLost
#meditation
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
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NP_NP
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 5:01pm
12th Feb 2025 5:01pm
Call
Oh, you think you’re in control,
playing mind games with me?
But I’m the queen of scrambling
Brains, the one who holds the key.
The main character while
Your just background noise.
A royal flush in my hand,
no need for your bluff,
I’m taking the lead—
no apologies,
no playing tough.
This ain't solitaire,
I don't fold, I rise,
In my savage era,
I won't compromise.
You’re just a pair, and
I’m stacked to the sky,
Give me your chips,
now say goodbye ...
playing mind games with me?
But I’m the queen of scrambling
Brains, the one who holds the key.
The main character while
Your just background noise.
A royal flush in my hand,
no need for your bluff,
I’m taking the lead—
no apologies,
no playing tough.
This ain't solitaire,
I don't fold, I rise,
In my savage era,
I won't compromise.
You’re just a pair, and
I’m stacked to the sky,
Give me your chips,
now say goodbye ...
#confessional
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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prometheus5290
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 6:52pm
11th Feb 2025 6:52pm
Merit basis
It really, really looked like a bee teaching another bee,
but then I remembered that bee does not have a teaching certificate, so it could not have been teaching.
but then I remembered that bee does not have a teaching certificate, so it could not have been teaching.
#SelfWorth
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2 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 6:12am
11th Feb 2025 6:12am
African Proverb
I am that African proverb,
the child that burned down
the whole village just to feel
it's warmth. Sometimes I can
still hear my brothers
childhood screams.
All I ever wanted was to protect him.
To stand tall against our torturers.
My mother's family were
and still are insisting on keeping
family secrets.
But not I, now I speak about
all the pain that afflicted my soul.
I see it so often people keeping
the family demons hidden. ...
the child that burned down
the whole village just to feel
it's warmth. Sometimes I can
still hear my brothers
childhood screams.
All I ever wanted was to protect him.
To stand tall against our torturers.
My mother's family were
and still are insisting on keeping
family secrets.
But not I, now I speak about
all the pain that afflicted my soul.
I see it so often people keeping
the family demons hidden. ...
#identity
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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