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SWEET ISLAND GIRL

Early morn
Birds still sleep
Crickets warm
Not a peep
Coffee in hand
Dreams are free
Thinking of you
Thinking of me
Last night's prayer 
Has made it here
Rain soaked skies
Begin to clear
And what I see
On distant shore
Sweet Island girl
I long for more
Hear your heart
We are in tune
I love you so 
I'm coming soon

Contest: Craig's "Lyrics Again"
Date: 9-9-14


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MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

Today I penned a love letter
I know you'll never see
Secret thoughts and feelings
Bottled up inside of me
Romantic muse on my heart
Words written with the mind
My forbidden introspection
I know you'll never find
For I, myself, am the bottle
I'm not floating on the sea
The message is deep inside
Heartbroken that we can't be
I know this sounds strange
But every word I say is true
Although we've never met 
My heart is missing you!

Date: 11-7-14
For Shadow's "Favorite Old Poem" Contest


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I LOVE YOU SO

You take my breath away,
Smile at me, don't know what to say..
There's no words to describe what I'm feeling.
When dreams come alive,
It feels like, time is standing still..
Everything becomes clear and has meaning.
In that moment, captivated by your beauty.
Speechless, that you long for me..

Girl, I love you so
Oh, how I love you
How you love me so

You take my breath away,
Smile at me, don't know what to say..
There's no words to describe what I'm feeling.
When dreams come alive,
It feels like, time is standing still..
Everything becomes clear and has meaning
In that moment, captivated by your beauty.
Speechless, that you long for me..

Girl, I love you so
Oh, how I love you
How you love me so

Completely taken by your amazing eyes,
I don't deserve such a wonderful prize..
Our love's in the clouds, oh yeah I'm floating.
Fate brought us together, unexpected bliss..
Been captivated since our very first kiss,
Intoxicated by you, your affections I'm drinking.
And in that moment, the world is a mine.
Every thought feels so sublime..

Girl, I love you so
Oh, how I love you
How you love me so

Yes, I love you so
Oh, how I love you
Oh, girl I love you
How you love me so

Girl, I love you so
Oh, how I love you
How you love me so
 
12-14-14


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I Am But a Dreamer

I am but a dreamer
and in my dreams I play
where I live so happily
writing them my way
inside my illusions
where I know I belong
whistling a joyful tune
as I go along

Like a little spirit
I venture on the breeze
skipping in the gentle wind
doing what I please
with the rising sun I dance
wrapped inside his charms
across the golden morning sky
twirling in his arms

I can climb a mountain
or live among the trees
sail in a silver sailboat
on the seven seas
I can draw a moonlit night
ride on a bright moonbeam
and swim among the diamonds
in a velvet stream

I am but a dreamer
there's nothing in my way
living in the place I love
loving everyday
maybe it's a fairytale
but that's all right by me
I'm the master of my dreams
where I wander free

No one there can tell me
what is wrong or right
following what's in my heart
I live in the light
happy in my dream world
that's where I choose to stay
in the world where I belong
writing dreams my way


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MORE

More peaceful than bright meadows
More grandeur than tall trees
More beautiful than flower gardens
More honey than many busy bees

More than I can imagine
Much more than I can see
More than I can express
Much more you mean to me

More lovely than sweet song birds
More breathtaking than a sunset
More tender than a moma bear
More amazing than the day we met

More than I can understand
Much more than I can take in
More gratitude, I couldn't know
Much more your heart to win

Contest: Judy's "The Lazy Contest"
Date: 10-12-14


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PAINTED DANCES

I've never held your hand
But I'm awed by the things your write

I've never watched you move
But seen your painted dances in the night

You've never kissed me softly
But you've intimately touched my heart

We've never even been close
But girl, I can't bear for us to be apart

5-2-15


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If The Spirit Moves Me

 
If the spirit moves me I will speak
 I will share words
 that no-one wants to hear
 I will speak them
 I will speak them loud and clear
 If the spirit moves me

 
If the spirit moves me I will see
 I will see Beauty
 that no-one else can see
 I will see it far and near
 around me and in all things
 If the spirit moves me

 
If the spirit moves me I will hear
 I will hear things
 no-one else can hear
 I will hear the universe
 speaking to me and I will hear
 If the spirit moves me

 
If the spirit moves me
 I will feel
 I will feel the pain of others
 I will feel their happiness too
 I will be able to empathize
 If the spirit moves me
 

If the spirit moves me
 I will taste joy and laughter
 I will live my life in peace
 I will find love
 I will live on in the ever-after
 If the spirit moves me

 
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
 (October 25, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)


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A Stereotype of Me

You thought you had me figured out 
Before you knew my name 
Cause you're you and you're not satisfied 
That I am not the same 

You'll never change the way I love
And you can fight for you're dominion 
But I'm worth a million times the weight 
Of a dogmatist's opinion 

And I know that all that you can see 
Is a stereotype of me 
All that you thought I'd ever be 
Is a stereotype of me

Did you ever think that you could see me 
Past the prejudice you hold 
Past the picture you created 
And all the things that you were told 

You're voice is long since dead to me 
I won't even be provoked 
When it hurt you to see me smile   
The things you said went up in smoke 

And I know that all that you can see 
Is a stereotype of me 
All that you thought I'd ever be 
Is a stereotype of me

By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos


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ONLY ONE LIFE

Only one life
Soon will be gone 
End of your lyric
But not of your song
When it is sung
What will it say
Will it be bright, or
Will it be gray
Self focused or not
Adventure or fear
Aimless or purposed 
Will it be clear
More than memories
Make a legacy
Invest life wisely
Before you're set free

5-12-15



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Raindrops

Raindrops
are like my thoughts
falling down into my mind
sending goose bumps down
my spine

Their cool aftermath
cleanses me of my thoughts
of fear and uncertainty 
about what tomorrows
pain may bring

They make me feel,
wet with creativity
drenched in my optimistic
illumination. glistening
raindrops, my thoughts
leave paths of pleasurable
distress, and hope of success
which road, less traveled
may be the best

Forget an umbrella
when these raindrops
arrive, I walk outside
arms open wide

Ready to Receive
whatever
the mind storm may bring
because raindrops are
as my thoughts, falling
down into my mind
sending shivers down
my spine

My brain, yearns
for the rain, to wash away
the pain, tomorrows worry
does bring
One special drop
could speed up life's clock
to the time
I can handle my own
and not dwell inside my controllers
home

For raindrops are,
like my thoughts
falling down into my mind
sending goose bumps
down my spine


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IM READY

Like a little child 
who's dirty and unclean
I've played in the mud 
chasing selfish dreams
Guess I never grew up
A game, was kick the can
But the years have blown by
Now it's time to face the Man
And I'm not ready..
God, I'm not ready!

Then He says to me
Red rover, red rover
Son, it's not to late
You still can come over
Repent and come home
Olly, olly in come free
Jesus gave his life
So that you can be with me

Bowed my head
Still dripping with mud
Took me, just as I am
Born again, covered in crud
Tug of war
Pulled me across His line
Jesus saves
And now He is mine
Oh, I am ready
God, I am ready!

*Jesus saves "Just As I Am" cleansing our soul, making us whole, 
giving us a heart to want to clean inside and out!

Date: 10-10-14


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BANGED PENDULUMS


Just when twilight and dawn finally meet in the quiet passage of breaths released... there in that moment, I witness a thousand wishes dancing through the shadows of my mind, each and every one in the form of chiaroscuro marked by restless eclipses black to white. The yearning streaks of a journey creating long and endless days born from arrival and death of flowers as season's rhythms cross the border etched on zodiac runes : a pathway dictated by calibrated blows of a horn trilling spaces in moments caught in the web of hours, to seize glimpses held by ticks of banged pendulums. I find myself wrapped so tightly in woven memories and places that I can hardly breathe or pause when a traffic of past, present chapters slices the flow offered by life as chain-link of minutes quickly grinds collecting people and milestones along railways, while I desperately try to escape the rising and falling by moon-sun, endlessly bartering for more grace... dear time, you steal my " now" through your eternal, impertinent glide. Giorgio V's Surprise Me Contest by nette onclaud


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READY TO LET GO

I'm ready to let go
Show you all of me
Expose my inner soul
It's longing to be free
Pretense can't survive
Plastic's for the shelf
Authentic comes alive
Revealing one's true self

So take a look inside
Walls are coming down
Tell me what you think
No one else is around
There's beauty to behold
But I'm also a big mess
If you take.. it's all of me
So I'll reveal and confess

People say that I'm a fool
Tell me to hide my flaws 
But I'm doing it my way
Violating culture's laws
Cause.. 
I don't have your heart
If I win it with a skillful lie
I unzip, here's my secrets
So is it Hello or Goodbye

July 5, 2015


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JUST ANOTHER POET

I see I'm just another poet
In a string that's mighty long
I've dabbled in some forms
But mostly I just write songs

200 new poems are posted
I've only a single on this list
I'm just one of 24,000 poets
So easily skipped or missed

A few contest I always enter
A glory win feels mighty nice
But lately I'm getting N/A's
That has me thinking twice

I take joy and pride in writing
I try to be clever in what I say
For those of you who read me
Your comments make my day

*This is NOT entirely an autobiographical write.  It's written to represent any one of us.  And I guess in that sense, I'm included in this work as well.

3-26-15


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To Endear Me To You

What more can I do to endear me to you?
How can I endlessly draw your gaze?
How might I incline your heart to be mine,
To reside beside mine, always?

You might have guessed that you are my Muse—
The source of all my inspirations.
I’m doing my best to respond to your clues
To permanently win your affections.

Each song that I sing, each verse that I rhyme,
Are meant to attract your attentions.
Each bouquet that I bring, endless time after time, 
Are just my endearing enduring expressions.      

My soul’s compass always points towards you,
Pulled by more than just mere attraction.
My life is in focus, and my sky’s brightest blue
When I am searching in your direction.

What more can I do to endear me to you?
How can I cement your gaze?
What must I refine to call your heart mine,
That our paths may entwine, always.


Inspired by the song CHERISH by the group The  Association.  
Probably written in 2012 or 2013.


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If And When

If you can't stand the words I write,don't read them If you can't stand the sight of me,don't look at me If you can't stand the sound of my voice,don't listen to me If you can't stand to be around me,then leave BUT When you wish you would have read what I wrote,it won't be there When you wish someone would notice you,I won't be there When you wish someone would listen to you,I won't be there When you wish you had someone to talk to,I won't be there *Choose your actions wisely*
Dan Kearley:2-6-12


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pseudo artistry

Blood that screams mixes with tears of fears,
Over your hypocrisy and useless years.
Fresh cuts don't matter - your attentions yet wane.
It's just too easy to shut down, I could end this pain.

But, escape artists aren't artists at all.

When life ends the real journey begins, the journey to be
Above imperfection and glorified weakness everyone sees.
Life trickles into the drain of the sink, wash it and pretend
The veil is burning off,but there is only so much fire can mend

Besides, escape artists aren't artists at all.


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Edge of Love

Bring on what awakens
It falls under what I’ll lose
And so it goes on sleeping
Under a queen I will refuse

Face what she calls perfect
It got there through her pain
And so it circles back to nothing
Where every face becomes the same

Calmness and reflection
It gets me high on life
But then I find where this is leading
When I become her darling knight

I’ll screw her just to prove it
I’ll throw away my mind
And when I find she’s non-existent
I’ll spread her poison through a rhyme

So lovely in completion
So pointless to deny
If self-hate did not believe me
I’d give it all another try


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Too Soon, My Love - Too Soon

So, here we are again, my dear
Our wondering hearts are trembling with fear
Of the step we took in the pale moonlight
Now, beholding each other in the bright sunlight.

Remember our plan? We'll take it slow
We'll allow our hearts and love to grow
Without the pressure of passion released
Too soon - but now, where do we go?

Is it time for us now to say good bye -
Do we gather ourselves and give it a try;
Are we done, my love, and now we start
On a future that tears our love apart?

Oh, help me now to understand 
How we lost control of our senses and
That now, our passion being fulfilled
We ponder if our love is stilled.

Yes, here we are again, sweet dear,
Two wondering hearts now filled with fear
For the step we took while under the moon
Was it too soon, my love - too soon?


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I Am What I Am

My head slightly bent over a table of happiness.

My feet, sod with white lilacs, dance merrily 
to a moon stroke music of twilight night.

My finger-tips childishly sip 
the sweat of quill, like red wine of Mother Earth 
that runs down the skin of my heart.

Down in the chores of primal things 
I have been to the bowl aquarium, mostly at nights 
where I breathed and twitched with the fish, trying 
to catch the warm winks of stars. Ahh, 

I know all about human arts, although I 
dabble in the language of my adopted father; still
I know how to sketch 
in my own words a lovely butterfly, fluttering 
awhile in the night to say hello

and to kiss me, 
ere on a fluffy pillow 
of dreams 
I close my eyes. My name is nothing special, 
but honestly I am what I am… a poetry dancer, dancing 
with emotions for my fictitious lover.



Author’s note:  I wrote it in response to “The Invitation to Write”, by Gather 
Essentials: Writing Challenge, based on Carl Sandburg’s poem “Who Am I?”


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The Old Homestead

Orphaned footsteps round the old place.
Pitch black soil, packed deep with bartered
coin and Indian heads – wood and otherwise,

coat her worn leather shoes, Hutterite chic. 
The long land screams within its own silence.
Prairie sage burns somewhere, a ghostly smudge

for the undulating grass and, those it serves.
Its alive scent makes the dead turn towards 
its head - and the barely living turn to listen. 

The impossibly endless horizon holds its bright 
blue at bay, begging acknowledgement for 
its self-professed being and looming enormity.

She looks at the broken window glass and 
through the tattered, delicate gray lace. “Those 
were hers.” She whispers to the one who listens. 

This great-great-granddaughter sees the curtains 
as they once were – wistful in the hot Manitoba 
wind; fresh and lowing with the honest elemental 

scent of aspens, hope and bare-knuckle wash boards; 
always fresh; shifting in the cry for solace in summer 
shadows – never as still as this moments endlessness.

Blowing through the deep brown of splintered pine 
front doors; cracking the announcement of cast iron, 
rot and burnt wood comes the simple statement of – 

I lived. This mother of five young does not cry, 
just yearns to walk in the old ones footsteps;
to know them loved; hear the birdsong through

unbroken bedroom windows for a 5am waking; 
feel the resistance of dough on fingers that beg 
to be broken, and kiss the twisting undead, living. 


The burning of the noonday sun taps her whole,
marking; branding her pale Swedish skin its own.
The red sting of burnt breaks her inward silence, 

welcoming her familiar face home.




© Kristin Reynolds 3 29 2009

*Reposted for John's Summer Celebration Contest. This is a personal celebration; 
celebrating and honoring my great grandparents who settled in Manitoba after leaving 
Sweden and Denmark. This celebrates the summer of family, at least for me. We went there 
every summer until it was gone...


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FALL IN LOVE AGAIN

I could look into your eyes tonight
God knows I've missed you everyday
I could be a friend and a guiding light
When you see me will you walk away
Will you let me take you in my arms
Kind of hoping, praying that you might
And if you do I'll never let you go..

Girl, I could fall in love again 
I could fall in love again with you 

I could answer every hard question
Fix love's strings, feel the drumbeat
I want this dance, whisper suggestions
We can muse again just hit repeat
Do you see the rain is starting to fall
Here comes the fire, now feel the heat
Oh, there's something you should know..

Girl, I could fall in love again 
I could fall in love again with you 

Let's begin again it doesn't have to end
I see a rainbow there, yeah you know I care, and..
I could fall in love 
I could fall in love 
I could fall in love again 

I could fall in love 
I could fall in love 
I could fall in love again
Girl, I could fall in love again

Contest: Vicky's "I'll Be Back"
Date: 6-23-14


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The Season Inside

Its beauty yet again plunders me, 
Into magnificent realms that hide
Deep within my every thought
Where I ,like a new tenant, 
Seek comfort to reside
In the warm abodes of Winter.

It has come yet again
With its white painted sky
Like a dripping white towel
Whose waters slowly subside
Like a pain that has been eluded,
Avoided, denied

Its gusts that blow across 
The many prolonging miles 
Bringing all windows to shudder
Like lost whispers and voices
Found and compiled
Into a vague resonance.

Its unmelted snow
That at every corner lies
Lingering for the tepid
Sun of Spring to rise 
To melt away
Like an unwanted memory.

And all that it holds
Is but a fraction that glides
Within,
A sheer reflection of the world 
Outside
The snow, wind and rain of
The season inside


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I'm Your King

A burst of white light gamma rays, overbearing a flash of brilliance burns through to my soul everything is like hell the world starts to melt in the blink of an eye just the cold blackness of night I don't care if I am not again what I once was, for at this moment I am greater now than ever before I took the path between teetering, tight roping walking right up to my right divined in my unholy state I thought I told you I am your king still you sit there, hesitating I know you hate me what does that mean? I hate just about everything still I'm chosen I did not wish before now bow down to me refuse me no more for I shall always be your demon until you accept me as your King. I don't even know you though you say we used to be best of friends, you and me the day you ditched me I remember now exactly how it played out back when we were just tiny things even back then I still was King you thought me stupid just a ruse I would laugh inside, you see? not one of you single, mean people ever even knew me in a world, mostly seen to me that is why only I can be your true King and bring forth a new source of light everlasting. As two worlds collide slowly aligned one wrapped in shadows one bathed in white evils swirling in the clouds above I'll always be the king you love to hate or despise as in your blood I thought I told you, I am the one I am the way, the way out shall be shown breathe in my spirit as it carries you away breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough higher than you've ever dreamed of for I am king now, and your in my hell your in my imagination, I'll just never tell you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now if you try and see you were always found the most shared in the light cast upon me the last bright star in heaven. Denounce my name, if you may One year later, still not afraid A black sheep, a darkened spade That's just life, I'm not right I'm in the wrong, follow along Like a piper, I'll pitch a song Mesmerized, the weak wills sing I thought he told you, he's still our king.


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Blood upon Pages

As I place the pen
on paper
my soul beings
to bleed
upon the pages
my secret longings
hopes and dreams
of which I hope to be,
how I want to reflect me
transpire into the universe
within my poetic lyricism
the warm sweet smoke
of my vega blunt
swirls about me, flickers
in and out of motion
as the vanilla candle nearby
fights the shadows in my room
the cool summer breeze
from my window
carries dancing sinsemilla 
fog around me, allowing
my mind
to adventure elsewhere
into the nights abyss
of minutes, turned to hours
I write
pages, of words
scribbling my life, struggles
and fears
Bob Marley and Lauryn Hills
“turn your lights down low”
beat inspirational peacefulness
on my eardrums
my small hands delicately pluck
my imaginary guitar strings
as I join her in a solo, Miss Hill's
magical voice cracks
with emotion, and my soul
tingles with excitement
For creativity flows
within my veins
I breath real music, such as
she, as soon as daylight opens
thine dark brown eyes to see
The poetic flowetry, carries me
and speaks to me
the notes capture my inner 
disturbance and desires
until the soundtrack of my day
takes me into Summers night
thoughts of my dreams 
of being a published poet
clearly float
into my sight
Then, I sit
as I place my pen
upon the paper
black and white turn to one
and my soul bleeds
onto pages
into an early sun


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IN THIS WORLD


Thin stilts between earth and heaven bend into a arch of tossed dusk reflecting amiable strains fleeting weeds embrace... fingers of parting sky paint jeweled combs twirled in a bun settling on the nape of windblown curtains; a night arriving bears cupped hands ready to tuck a blanket of rhinestones, much like stars moving from one house to another... and life flashes by as endless travelers floating in azure tour the hours in an imperial journey, rising and falling with the kneads of rocks and moss: throughout the aroma of glazed seasons, flowers close and open the hesitant hearts of men and gargoyles; that always, fire of rainstorm changes to sunlight, black ravens to crickets, spite to nobility—desiring only the music of love’s flight for being, if only to understand the wonder of this world. Earth, Fire, Water, Wind Contest


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What am I running from

I'm running away but I don't know where 
Can't find my way but I really don't care.
And I don't know which way I might go
I guess it all depends on which way the wind blows.
But I'm running
And I don't even know what I'm running from. 
I'm just running
I'm just running
Running blind with no where to hide
Running head on towards what I can't describe
I'm just a running
Just running
Running hard away from what I am
From what I've been just as fast as I can.
But there's no where I can run that You won't see
And no where I can go that I can't be
Maybe one of the ones I'm running from . . . is me.
But I'm running
I'm running.
Maybe I'm more afraid of stopping, and having to deal with me,
Than running blind into, the devil I've yet to see.
I keep running
I keep running
What makes me run well I don't know
I can't be afraid because it scares me so.
I'm running
I ain't running free
I'm running
Trying my best to get away from me.
Am I running from who I am
Or am I running from who I'll be?
I don't expect that you can answer that question for me.
And in the meantime,
I'm running
I'm running


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SAND CASTLE DREAMS

Sand castle dreams
Melt into the sea
Beauty fades so fast
Can't let it be you and me
Live in the moment
Waves take the past
Always be creating
That's how we're gonna last

I'm not relying
On who we were yesterday
We were amazing
But today that fades away
The joy of living
Is growing you and me
If we keep creating
We'll be together for eternity

But I'm not dwelling 
On things I can't yet see
Live in the moment
And we'll taste tranquility
Play in the ocean
Lay beside me on the sand
Just be my girl today
Oh, I love being your man

6-10-15


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85TH BIRTHDAY - jOURNAL IX

85TH BIRTHDAY –
Journal IX

Nostalgia figures no
time span
An event of many,
many years seems no
more
      than a few
Looking out on the
world with the same
eyes
Memory is tricked
Ah yes that, but
wishfulness too

Events      colors
take on a magical
gleam
The mind-body
frolics with actions
of a child,
Hop scotching,
kicking the can
Long lost sounds
ghostly renew

All pain is
forgotten
In favor of some
drowsy awareness
One is surprised
that memory has, for
the
      moment, erased
that pain
Periods of nostalgia
increase

The slipping away is
frightening –
What is death but
A complete slipping
away –
In these last few I
shall covet reality

RESTR


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Moments

 
I have traveled 
my whole life 
to be this far from you
 
Moments 
have passed by 
like the miles 
that lie between us
 
The wind 
has carried you 
my nameless name

 © Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
 (November 4, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)