Self Poems | Examples of Self Poetry

Minds stratify in webbed design In lone life’s strata snares align Psychic slide patterns ratify In webbed design minds stratify Within mind’s wares dark secrets hide Patterns ratify psychic slide Deep silence cold mind never shares Dark secrets hide within mind’s wares I’m a captive within my fold Mind never shares deep silence cold In shell I can’t be adaptive Within my fold...

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limited by sense perception hemmed in by labels, mind defines though we seem caged in space and time we can yet transcend these confines negating everything begin affirming we’re not body-mind we are the Self, dwelling within God’s living light, loving and kind yet what this Self is, we know not so shift from thinking to feeling invoking divine magnetism imbibing bliss beats appealing...

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I wasn’t born — I was expelled, From choking smoke and screams I yelled. No breath of grace, no holy light, Just claws and fire in endless night. No lullaby, no sweet refrain, Just rusted chains and seeping pain. A crib of ash, a whip for love— I crawled while angels laughed above. They fed me rot, they bled me dry, They laughed each...

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They birthed me in a house of screams, Where shadows stitched my fevered dreams— No lullaby, no gentle womb, Just rusted chains and cradle's tomb. A mother’s voice? A serpent's hiss. A father's touch? A clenched, cold fist. Each lull was laced with sharpened lies, Each smile a mask, each hug a vice. I suckled rage from...

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I must be more than what others see. For that is just the physical me. I know there’s more than what’s in sight. There must be a hidden me, right? If not just physical, then what other form? What other choices could be the norm? When I physically manifest. I showed a shell of myself at best. I may be a spirit, residing...

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I think I am. I think, therefore I am. I think I can. I think I can, without thinking. I can't empty my mind. Why would it ever be vacuum within - floating, mindless, selfless, ego-less, endless? But I want to be simply blameless, as myself, unaware of itself. Freed from judgment's reach. Impartial, free and imprudent. A trace just barely aware, of...

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March Comes In Like A Lion Dandelion dance in the palm of my hand; a gentle bloom. I love my birthday flower. ...

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I’m drowning. I’m getting pulled under. I can feel the water slowly filling my lungs as I scream for help, but that scream is muffled by the crashing waves, crashing into me and knocking me off my feet. I can’t get back up. These waves are too strong, and I feel the weight that I carry on my shoulders shoving me under, keeping me down. This weight...

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Our journey is long, so be strong, our resolve firmed by the Om gong, that thus thinning out the ego, divine aligned we do no wrong. Let love laced be the seeds we sow, seeing God in our fiercest foe, poised as awareness self-aware, free from desires, our thought flow slow. Once with the vibrant void we pair and ego cravings we outstare, starved of...

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(HI-RITH) Hiraeth soul… A soul forever wandering, in search of a place that no longer exists, or maybe never did. Looking for a home that no longer exists. Yearning for a place to fit. Her soul crosses many planes of space and time. Her heart is searching for what feels like the divine. She searches and wanders. Her body way down yonder, stuck...

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Dearest reader, I have many secrets But I wont tell you now, I'll wait till you're older Heavens know I have many regrets But I wont tell you now, please wait till I'm bolder There are many things about me you dont know yet But I wont tell you niw as you rhetorically cry on my shoulder There is a version...

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Deep down she was a hopeless romantic Masked with hate because she thought she couldn't have it After all she was a black woman When she asked the world for love it laughed at her It's why she gave up, a story so tragic Growing up in a world where white was the beauty standard And being black was...

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I am always trying to put words into the mouth of mornings, speak over the quiet that descends at dusk when the world pauses to take a breath. It is my voice I hear echoing back in the wind and my fears that crawl the dark on those long nights. I make the world a reflection of me. I seem to get in the way and...

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Pretty Is a concept You'll never Understand If you think I see you Through endeavours Of the hand I love You make the effort Appreciate Your style I love you Past the surface Just deeper All the while You paint Just like a rainbow With hues and shades And stuff Yet beautiful Has found you Already You're enough...

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I don’t like mirrors anymore They’re a reflection of everything I try to ignore The acne on my face My stomach gaining weight These love handles aren’t fake It sucks to be this way Cause all I see is ugliness staring back at me I don’t wanna be her The one I call mother For she’s...

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