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Courage Introspection Poems | Introspection Poems About Courage

These Courage Introspection poems are examples of Introspection poems about Courage. These are the best examples of Courage Introspection poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Details | Ballade |

Being you

Being you

Accept yourself
That’s all that I can say
Let your inner voice tell you
The way to live your day
Do not be hard upon yourself
That never did no good
Just be happy, never worry
It’s foolish that one should.

Love yourself
Cause you’re a ‘one off’ too
No one else can play your part
Nobody can be you
It’s a lovely world we live in
Let it seep into your soul
Then when you feel at one with life
Twill get you feeling whole.

Most people call me crazy
But I love being me
I do not care what others think
I only like to be
To be this way, it is my right
A gift sent down by fate
I’m so I’m happy being me
Each day to me is great.

14 August 2013 @ 1410hrs.



Details | Free verse |

It Can't Be Real

A truth in rage of insult furrows my mind
For it is only an offense given to me by myself
In the mouths of others far innocent than I
I feel the tears trickle down my cheeks
For I have surfaced into an ugly mistake
I am always inadequate in this brain
I try to shine like the advice of grace given
But confidence rarely rears its head my way
There’s a sort of shade blocking its way
A shade that darkens everyday

That very shade led me to believe my feelings are wrong
That I will never belong so long as they are not controlled
I must be careful—for the lines of love and lust run cold
I hate myself truly this night
And no one but myself will give me the right
The very right to degrade my every being
Because you are not seeing what I am seeing

There is no point
My lines run cold
Can I be so bold as to say
I still love with a pang of indistinguishable doubt 
All feelings enter in
As my truth blurs and checks out

Your words pierce me so deep
I cannot describe the pain I feel
God it hurts so bad
It can’t be real

Much like the love I have come to embrace
The very love that links to your face
Tears don’t give it justice

It can’t be real
Much like the love I will never face


Details | Quatrain |

Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.


Details | Rhyme |

The Hypocritical Christian

I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,
Amen!


Details | Free verse |

Reality's Angel

I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?


Details | Dramatic monologue |

Where The Grass Is Turning Brown In Spots I Buried My Memories

List of things to do before

I fall in love again
I allow my mind to take me
Into the
A wild opened fields
where the grass is turning brown in spots
^
There’s one
 Wild flower
And
Dozens of
Scattered pebbles,
Under my feet
^
Taunted memories,
Bare trees with bend trunks
A cool breeze washes my face
No more umbrella tree
To relief me from
Ray of the sun
I squint from the sun in my eyes
^
To
Think of the ghost in my past
Or to deal with the
Ray of the sun
^
Lists of things to do before
I fall I love again
Buried the pain
Low the drawbridge
or
Keep the enemy out
^
I want to be happier 
Than I‘ve ever been
To
Fall in love again
^
I buried
 Painful memories
Under the bare umbrella trees


Details | Acrostic |

Smile

Sense of humour, elevating our spirits
Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find
Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life
Light heartedness, laughing at one’s self!
Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life


Details | Concrete |

POINTING FINGERS

You are one of the reasons
Why they inflate their quote
If you had seized the seasons
Good men could have had your vote


You are one of the reasons
Why our sweet land has gone sour in waste
Here is one of your multiple treasons
You aid corruption just to suit your taste


You are one of the reasons we wedge weighty wrath
Bombs daily detonate like fickle fireworks far north
You decided to do nothing but shut your mouth
So they took our weary sail south

You are one of the reasons the land is inflicted with rape
Overflowing in abundance yet you mong like a greedy ape
Alas our land is grey and old but not due
And it hurts me to know that I am also you.


Details | Ballad |

The Sky Is Red

Oh, the sky is red this morning,
Oh, the sun is black like night,
Oh, my heart is deep in mourning
My love has died in the brave fight.
He did fight from morn till dusk dear,
He did fight all through the night,
He did not let our land be taken from us
Whilst he was standing, fit to fight.

The heathen came across the waters,
The heathens came prepared to fight,
The heathen came to our great nation,
To take it from us with their might.
Our land was fraught with mortal danger,
Our daughters all were chilled with fright,
Our mothers all were filled with righteous anger,
Our fathers all were set about to fight.

“We shall fight from morn till dusk boys,
We shall fight all through the night,
We won’t let our land be taken from us
Whilst we’re all standing bravely in this fight.
For they had come to the wrong place dear,
As they thought us weak with fright,
They did not know that we would join together
To defend our land with all our might.”


So we fought from morn till dusk dear,
So we fought all through the night,
We tried to stop our land being taken from us
Until no man could stand up to fight.
Oh, how we fought from morn till night dear,
Oh, how we fought all through the night,
Now they think our land is taken from us
Because they’ve beaten us in this fight.

Now they think the battle is over,
Now they think the war has been won.
Now they think they’ve broken our spirit,
By slaughtering our precious, precious ones.
Now they think that they can rule us,
Now they think we are “their sons”,
Now they think that they have “won us”,
Now they have all our swords and guns.

But the fight goes on forever,
Maybe not with bombs, knives or guns,
They will never own our souls dear,
We will never be their sons.
Yes we’ll still fight them in the morning,
We’ll still fight them in the night,
We will never give up on our freedom,
While one of us is standing here to fight.

Yes, the fight goes on forever,
No, the war will never be won:
They will never own our souls dear,
We will never be their sons.



Details | Concrete |

HABIT

I'm often repeated and hardly defeated

Could be good, bad or ugly

it all depends on what you make of me

I run a full course when fully encrypted

I am Habit

 

I can make you soar sky high

As well as fuel your eyes to cry

Can lead you to great profit

or lay you down underneath

Its still me Habit

 

A friend to both the achiever and mediocre

The very small stream that makes a river

What's your flavour? I make and mar

Can keep you redundant or take you far

 

Call me Habit

Be firm with me and you'll achieve a great feat

Be easy with me and you'll be wasted six feet


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