Acceptance Poems - Poems about Acceptance

if you can't accept you; you won't accept me accept self to be authentic; remove shame there are no flaws imperfection is true perfection honest, trustworthy, genuine with self if you won't accept you; you can't accept me ...

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When I find myself in times of trouble… That’s right, Mother Mary and all the rest. Always right there on our shoulder And in our hearts. It’s all good you know, And there can really be no regrets. You wouldn’t know what you do now If you hadn’t known what you did then… And so it goes Around and ‘round. Until all that’s left...

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With all the troubles facing us today… in our countries, our cities and our towns… why is it some people get so angry at how other people use pronouns? When surrounded by wars, poverty, hunger, abuse of power why does some people’s anger stem when other people prefer to be called he/him, she/her or they/them? Personally, if a person is loving, compassionate and...

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Hi mom! Hi Dad! I’m your baby…you just brought me into the world… But as I learn to walk and talk and grow…. There is something that concerns me…something I’d like you to know. I know you’re pretty busy falling in love with me probably looking to each other and our family and friends for support and since I’m already...

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Our fantasy sometimes will paint A lover that's some kind of saint. But isn't that dull? For life is more full Where only perfection, there ain't....

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when i was merely fourteen- i remember walking around wondrously throughout my town, i wondered how people could live like this. i look to my left and saw a fresh painted white house with a picket french and a freshly mowed lawn. when i looked to the left- i saw a small house with mint green...

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when we’re are children we are not aware of right or wrong there are no ultimately wrong people, just good people who do bad things as a child i watched my friends get married on the monkeys bars at recess, i got rejected during playtime but it was...

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It’s shameful, the way I clutch. Like a child with a broken toy, believing if I just hug it tight enough, it’ll fix itself. I know people aren’t possessions. But tell that to the part of me that has only known love as something that gets taken just when I start to believe it’s mine. I rot with envy when he smiles at someone...

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I cannot imagine future living without eyes tearing while screams chest develop - no acceptance views sooth me - wanting release for inner peace seems a futile painful endeavor I hear heaven's precious angels crying - relationships worship purpose tainted truth will be lost as dysfunctions grow - artificial intelligence violates all hearts minds souls - it is not progressive but sick...

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With bloody hands, rusty hair and a dammed soul I walked out ,stepping on the rotten meat As my lungs struggled to breathe down the fragrance of the crime that I had committed Blue and white lights flashed my eyes And a bullet pierced through my cranium Punishing me for the crimes I had not committed, My lips...

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Sometimes let the sloth take over your years of perseverance. Leave the blinds as they are, with a slit in-between them, left open like an undressed wound for the outsiders to peak in. Sometimes let the youth decay under your skin. Surrender yourself under nature's conservatism and pause chasing the lively perpetual glow. How austere can this abyss actually be, if my...

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When death comes, He will find me with a cup of tea, Enjoying the summer evening rains. He will find me with my favourite book, Turned to the page I like the most. He will find me with the radio on, Playing a song very well a retro now. He will find me in my mother's dress, Draped clumsily on a whim. He will...

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he knew me in ways i didnt yet know myself saw the sharp edges i hid from the world and traced them gently like they were meant to be held, not feared he knew when silence meant i wasnt fine when my laughter was just a shield never asked me to change, took me whole and only held space for...

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living in my truth without hesitation or regret dispelling lies and betrayal that I surely outwit living in my truth without malice revenge or hate forgiving all of you that think you control my fate living in my truth there's no other way I rather be no masking accepting all of me so now I am free living in my truth...

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The telly fed me the propaganda. Of princesses and princes. Damsels in distress. Knights in shining armour. That was Love. It was always a man and a woman; perfect, no flaws. In spring, blackbirds sing outside my window; Males calling the females. But one blackbird remains silent. It watches me. It doesn’t sing for a mate like all the other Spring...

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