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Best Famous Introspection Poems

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Written by Sophie Hannah | Create an image from this poem


 Although you have given me a stomach upset,
Weak knees, a lurching heart, a fuzzy brain,
A high-pitched laugh, a monumental phone bill,
A feeling of unworthiness, sharp pain
When you are somewhere else, a guilty conscience,
A longing, and a dread of what’s in store,
A pulse rate for the Guinness Book of Records -
Life now is better than it was before.
Although you have given me a raging temper, Insomnia, a rising sense of panic, A hopeless challenge, bouts of introspection, Raw, bitten nails, a voice that’s strangely manic, A selfish streak, a fear of isolation, A silly smile, lips that are chapped and sore, A running joke, a risk, an inspiration – Life now is better than it was before.
Although you have given me a premonition, Chattering teeth, a goal, a lot to lose, A granted wish, mixed motives, superstitions, Hang-ups and headaches, fear of awful news, A bubble in my throat, a dare to swallow, A crack of light under a closing door, The crude, fantastic prospect of forever – Life now is better that it was before.

Written by Kathleen Raine | Create an image from this poem


 If you go deep
Into the heart
What do you find there?
Fear, fear,
Fear of the jaws of the rock,
Fear of the teeth and splinters of iron that tear
Flesh from the bone, and the moist
Blood, running unfelt
From the wound, and the hand
Suddenly moist and red.
If you go deep Into the heart What do you find? Grief, grief, Grief for the life unlived, For the loves unloved, For the child never to be born, Th'unbidden anguish, when the fair moon Rises over still summer seas, and the pain Of sunlight scattered in vain on spring grass.
If you go deeper Into the heart What do you find there? Death, death, Death tht lets all go by, Lets the blood flow from the wound, Lets the night pass, Endures the day with indifference, knowing that all must end.
Sorrow is not forever, ad sense Endures no extremities, Death is the last Secret implicit within you, the hidden, the deepest Knowledge of all you will ever unfold In this body of earth.
Written by Marilyn L Taylor | Create an image from this poem

Subject to Change

  A reflection on my students

They are so beautiful, and so very young
they seem almost to glitter with perfection,
these creatures that I briefly move among.
I never get to stay with them for long, but even so, I view them with affection: they are so beautiful, and so very young.
Poised or clumsy, placid or high-strung, they’re expert in the art of introspection, these creatures that I briefly move among— And if their words don’t quite trip off the tongue consistently, with just the right inflection, they remain beautiful.
And very young.
Still, I have to tell myself it’s wrong to think of them as anything but fiction, these creatures that I briefly move among— Because, like me, they’re traveling headlong in that familiar, vertical direction that coarsens beautiful, blackmails young, and turns to phantoms those I move among.
Written by Elizabeth Bishop | Create an image from this poem

The Unbeliever

 He sleeps on the top of a mast.
- Bunyan He sleeps on the top of a mast with his eyes fast closed.
The sails fall away below him like the sheets of his bed, leaving out in the air of the night the sleeper's head.
Asleep he was transported there, asleep he curled in a gilded ball on the mast's top, or climbed inside a gilded bird, or blindly seated himself astride.
"I am founded on marble pillars," said a cloud.
"I never move.
See the pillars there in the sea?" Secure in introspection he peers at the watery pillars of his reflection.
A gull had wings under his and remarked that the air was "like marble.
" He said: "Up here I tower through the sky for the marble wings on my tower-top fly.
" But he sleeps on the top of his mast with his eyes closed tight.
The gull inquired into his dream, which was, "I must not fall.
The spangled sea below wants me to fall.
It is hard as diamonds; it wants to destroy us all.