Introspection Poems | Examples of Introspection Poetry

Forged in the cradle of crumbling stone, The river murmured like an elder's song, A silver thread through earth’s old bones, Unraveling what never should belong. Like lightning shaped in liquid skin, It laced through logs and shattered pride, No war was waged against the din, Just gentle strength that slipped beside. Over time, I’ve clung to rigid dreams, Iron branches in...

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dream state to waking state frying pan to the fire we thus live on in dreams freed only when we tire no one comes, no one goes heart seeks satisfaction save debts of love soul owes there’s no cause for action sans thought we yet remain standing outside space-time by cleansing our soul’s stain heart feels love’s bliss beat chime...

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a robin sings with her wings the heart waits for the smile of spring and the clouds break for the storm while the love keeps you warm ...

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there are fragments lingering of my past bits and dregs the wreckage the remains of what was once the ruins ...

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(“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 I 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...

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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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