Introspection Poems | Examples of Introspection Poetry

(“Anagogical Moments Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil) In A World of Our Own Making Everywhere I look I see what I see Through a lens of my own making A composite fly-eye’s view Of everything I have ever seen, Heard, touched, felt and known A world of my own making in constant flux. Everything is thus a filtered projection To a kaleidoscopic mind And...

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As the ethereal guitar mesmerises My soul responds As if dipped into a melodic bath Of perfectly curated Lovingly tempered Heart massaging Candle flickering Water A fragrant tune invades My nostrils Flaring as the warm Moistened air tumbles by The world merges into Perfection Harmony Stirring The resonance Of childhood memory Percolating through the mist As sliding strings Caress my ears My mind drifting Towards that past Safer place Yet this mesmerising medication This...

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It took many years for me to love me For rich or for poor the body keeps the score. Society is always on the go no time to be still, no time to chill, we are expected to go with the flow To be authentic, eccentric quirky, society resents this to be different in society’s eyes is...

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alone in the quietude of nature that fills me with serenity though crows in trees are a disturbance their grating noise an irritation I follow a path to where skylarks sing their melodic song soothing but my heart is full of chaos and anxiety I have always found my soul in nature but how can I when my body is broken ? I love the...

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Written December 19, 2024 Constantly find myself looking for a thrill Another day another week another year but still I might as well be right back where it all began Still looking in the stands for my biggest fan Nothing compares to the fever dream Yet I think I might be running out of steam At times I dream of the corner...

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Beauty is in the mastery of the life your have created for yourself the interests and passions you've delved into culminating in the unique individual you've become you are the tapestry of your life's work...

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"Thoughts must not be stifled; they need tears, an outlet, a sigh, words." ...

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Tending to be creatures of whimsy, spirit and superstition Deriving power from unsteady voices Unsure of the implications of undefined “truths” Pandering to the belief that “they” are the only “one” Would we bow before an icon, an idol, a statue Blindly serve a heaven-sent huckster Or maybe…someday…become more than an echo Become a voice, an action, a thought That alters the arc...

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Summer breeze on an upside down perspective Warm waters in the blue distance Clarity still no closer than when I first arrived How can I feel filled with unbridled joy But still feel hollow empty tears to cry? We walk for hours everyday Trying to find a semblance of how we can change We know the errors, the cause of the...

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I think at times I am unfair with poetry, wanting perfection I am not -- wanting poetry to clarify, purify...as though poetry were independent from its source alas, poetry is only worthy as its loss....

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back in the day i did not get much schoolin' but mama said boy don't let your right hand know what the left hand is doing and everything will be okay now bring mama her slippers Lord have mercy and thank ya Jesus amen...

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I should be going somewhere, I should be doing something, And be living a meaningful life But I'm not, instead I'm just Floating, floating, floating in a buoy; Here is where I am Drifting nowhere near to anywhere And I'm distant, close to nothing Distant and drifting Floating, floating, floating in a buoy; I don't know why I'm content With choosing less than the best For myself,...

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Girl on my knees her skin woman's, where bulbs are floral not a light — she makes up darkshade eyes with pins girl on my knees while in her dress, no — sans that bright look on my tomb though still not dead — with her tongue's first memory's bite of a scarring sample of bread — Jiff butter or...

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Every time I fall in love, It seems I'm through before I start. What's wrong with me's no mystery, I have an absent-minded heart. I meet a girl, she seems ideal, But when Cupid shoots his dart, I tend to duck and dodge so it can't lodge In my absent-minded heart. Before too long the girl moves on, Another romance falls apart. And when she's...

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Write a poem show poetic flare! But not too deep not too bright surface is easier to share – you can take a reader to water... but, Lord!~ you can make one drink – too complicated will just make a lazy eye blink…....

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