Best Introverts Poems
Everyone is a blended mixture of
Elementals made up of
Oxygen, carbon,
Hydrogen, nitrogen,
Calcium, phosphorus, and…
Trace elements
A divine recipe, perhaps?
Some are yet to be born
Some are young,
Some are old.
Some are people of color,
Some are people who lack color.
Some speak one language
Some speak many tongues.
Some are social
Some are antisocial.
Some are healthy
Some are sick.
But what am I?
Some are poor
Some are middle-class
Some are rich.
Some believe in God
Some sense a higher design
Some aren’t sure
Some are atheists.
Some are extroverts
Some are introverts.
Who am I?
Some live on farms
Some live in suburban communities
Some live in towns and cities.
Some live off the grid
Some are liberal
Some are moderate
Some are conservative.
How shall I live?
Some are loving
Some are joy-filled
Some are hate-filled.
Some want peace
Some want a cause
Some want war.
Some want to destroy
Some want to mend
Some want to kill
Some want to heal.
Should I matter?
Should I not?
What are my choices?
Everybody dies…
But do I truly live?
In this vast simplexity of humanity
Or am I more than the sum of the parts?
Or am I just a glitch of stardust
Or a spark of the divine?
Momentarily aware
Yet, unaware
Forever in BlueJeans…
Forever questioning?
Categories:
introverts, earth, humanity, identity, life,
Form:
Free verse
Setting limits --
a wonderful idea
for small children
Limit their exposure to languages
One language is confusing enough
Limit their exposure to computers
They'll turn into anti-social introverts
Limit their exposure to the natural world
So much dirt and disease out there now
Limit their exposure to family finances
They'll have time for that later in life
Limit their exposure to fun and frivolity
Life is so serious these days
Limit their exposure to people different from them
They need to build a solid foundation first
And do not do what the Romans once did
Do not toss them on the side of a mountain
to see if they survive ~
Limit their exposure to sides of mountains...
Categories:
introverts, children, education, growth,
Form:
Free verse
I feel for gentle hearts in this loud world,
Ever suspect, dismissed and derided,
For long has been the shy a songless bird,
That Darwin dismissed as ‘odd state of head’,
Jane Austin gave shyness a broader scope,
Calling it a ‘moral, mental disease’,
And Freud, his fame fending for men no rope,
With sub-conscious cladding, a twist of his
That smelt of ‘displaced love of self-scored goals’,
A simple disposition framed as law,
Oh poking fun and scoring birdie holes,
In matters straight, cobwebs of gauze he saw,
And sensitive violets were on blame,
Poor things, shrunk with self-deprecating shame.
Violets shrunk with disparaging shame,
And shyness drawn from society’s unease,
Scarce unto standard mould can ever squeeze,
O get condemned— a jade that could be gem.
Though sensitive nigh to a gawking gaze,
Here am I basking still in benign bliss—
A shy soul, they say, more inventive is,
And tolerant the more to worldly ways
That mistake plane shyness as being cold,
Aloof, and worse still, somewhat arrogant,
And value those that be loud, neddless bold,
I’m happy now that they were ignorant.
Let critics bask under ill-informed bliss,
I marvel, how creative this bird is.
Creative, this touch-me-not kind of bird,
Or call it a flower called violet,
An introvert of an easy mind-set,
One blessed with fecund skills, a bit absurd—
Skills lacked by too talkatively inclined,
While some greats confess to ‘fainting with fears’
Ere giving speech to some so-called speakers,
Some loners lack the skills called social kind.
I know, shyness has no one ever hurt,
But self that feels cosy under own skin.
Let shyness stay forever verdant green,
Let it never make me an extrovert,
That I live in my own solitude proud,
Innovative, gentle in world so loud.
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Two recent books set my thinking bird brooding over bashfulness: The Man who mistook his Wife for a Hat, by Oliver Sacks; and Shrinking Violets: The Secret Life of Shyness, by Joe Moran. These books advocate that the shy should get a better deal, for they tend to be more creative. Here is the why: musing over, these three sonnets (crown of…) materialized that made me feel a bit elated.
Crown of Sonnets | 01.03.2017 |
Categories:
introverts, how i feel, introspection,
Form:
Crown of Sonnets
Introverts sometimes do more’n,
Superman, Wonder Woman, or Thor can.
Listening to a quiet “Who?”, allowed Horton,
To unfurl a world and save the forlorn.
Great spaces lie on the bottom sans horn,
Awaiting an ear to discover the unborn.
In quiet ponder questions that try to learn,
Before time replaces old with modern,
Each day an opportunity to yearn or mourn.
Tease out the hidden that loud noises scorn.
Categories:
introverts, education, history, life, time,
Form:
Carpe Diem
KNOCK ME OUT
AGAIN
AND
AGAIN
~~~~~~~~~~
Annual rose resurgence is imminent, rested and renewed
daily inspection to assess progress from bud to full bloom
enduring and alluring, sweet perfume brings past memories
though more subtle and subdued than I can recall
R~O~S~E~S
The most perfect plucked for viewing in vases or jars
exclamations of oohs and ahhs will excitedly ensue
color and beauty and perfume admired by viewers
happiness and joy from presence of fresh flowers
K~N~O~C~K
Enticing with their beguiling poses and perfections
appearing so delicate and fragile and weak
when strength and tenacity is the truth hence
" tough as a boot !! "
M~E O~U~T
Some are high and mighty and proud, shouting
" look at me !! "
others begging for you to seek while they hide
introverts and extroverts like us I suppose
all deserving equal attention and admiration
A~G~A~I~N
Appropriately named ' Knock Out Roses '
survival requires hours of sun for flower power
and pruning and plucking of withered petals
root protection vital, limitless water from Heaven and hose
A~N~D
A silent seduction occurs without uttering a word
power without pressure or pranks or propositions
mere existence without strings attached
leaves us breathless and begging for more
A~G~A~I~N
Impatience and anticipation beginning to occur, and stir
roses yawning and stretching, sensing it's time to wake up
and show the world what a little rest can accomplish
the New Years' resolution being to be bigger and better
and bolder with renewed purpose to produce and please
and roses never break their resolutions
~~~~~ READY TO BE KNOCKED OUT AGAIN ~~~~~
Categories:
introverts, beauty, rose,
Form:
Free verse
You ruined it
You ruined it all
I was an introvert - AM an introvert
I treasured my alone time
It was how I re-energized, healed, cleared my mind
Oh, I've always loved people and doing things with others
I enjoy parties and gatherings and get-togethers as much as anyone
But after a while, they wear me out
And I have to get away ... for a breather
Even if it's just a short time - a snippet of air.
You see, the whole extrovert/introvert thing is so often misunderstood
It's NOT about not liking people or wanting to be alone all the time
It's about where you get your energy from and how you heal
Extroverts get energized by being with others
Introverts, like me, are the opposite
They rebound and rejuvenate by the peace of isolation
But most introverts still love folks and love socializing.
I was a typical introvert my whole life
I could only be with others for so long, then I'd crumble
And I'd have to escape to silence and solitude
You destroyed that ... completely ... irrevocably
For now I NEVER want to be alone
Because it means I'm without ...
You.
Categories:
introverts, analogy, change, loneliness, lonely,
Form:
Free verse
Speaking to my mirror, my words get virtual
God created the world with beautiful words
Let there be light, let there be life
But when it came to man, he stopped, he can’t be created with words
So in silence, God worked!
Lost in this world, lost in my own words
Words pure enough to heal a broken heart
Words powerful enough to destroy a city
Just like a boy learning to speak
My words are just waiting to blossom
My thoughts run wild like a pack of deer chased by a pride of lions
Like an arrow released from the bow, I speak nonstop in my room
Many words have gone unheard by the world
Words pure enough to heal a broken heart
So today, I SPEAK
I speak to the ones out there who have a voice they do not understand
Understanding that they are outstanding but can really stand the
Pressure of this social world, a world that seems to talk nonstop and
Rebukes the dreamers, a world where being silent is a curse, where being outspoken is the vibe, where knowing how to light up a party is the in thing.
I speak to that boy out there that gets tongue tied in front of that girl, his well prepared speech all seem to vanish. Cant seem to muster a single HY, he has been told to say high HY he has to be HIGH.
I speak to that girl out there with the beauty that lies in the eyes of the beholder, only if there was a beholder, hours on the mirror making up wrinkles, pimples, wishing there was an easier way for this.
I speak to that fat kid, being bullied on the streets every single day, coming home to parents that call him names, siblings that dont care, the fat one is back!!.
I speak to the Christian getting mocked cause he/she is still a virgin, being called all sorts of names. Praying always, speaking in tongues not understood by men, reading a book with principles that seem to take away all the fun of life.
I speak to the introverts, the ones that understands what it means to be lonely, the ones that have their mouths filled with words, only if they could speak, those that speak to their mirrors, wondering when they will speak to the world.
So speaking to my Mirror, my words mirrored in front of me.
So, in silence God worked!
In silence, I speak hoping to speak to the world someday
Categories:
introverts, anti bullying, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Not everyone is like the rain
Ever-pounding into the concrete with a
Roar sounding through the clouds above
Drenching everything in its path as
A reminder of their abilities
Extroverts
There are those of snow-like characteristics
Gracefully gliding down to whatever
Land the wind so desires to clothe
Nearly silent to the world
Yet impacting just as many
Introverts
Categories:
introverts, character, inspirational, people, rain,
Form:
Free verse
butterflies form a kaleidoscope of myths
boon or bad luck, depends on your own pick
their metamorphosis from crawlers to flyers
may be magical; each stage giving us a trick.
caterpillars seem to be crooked creatures,
busy measuring branches with their hairy legs
seemingly plotting, trying to cheat poachers
while eating and nibbling at the leaf pegs.
cocoons portray a ‘potential’ to transform
despite being introverts and kept in hiding
they also symbolize strength and protection
and butterflies glorify earth’s fertility tiding.
arousing jealousy of the goddess Venus
Psyche, a beauty, a butterfly, a fairy soul
romanced the god Eros in a valley of flowers
and underwent pain before achieving her goal.
a night butterfly attracted by the flame
has to get burnt in it to become immortal
reflecting on the trials that must be endured
before knowing the joys of crossing the portal.
a butterfly seen as an emblem of soul
is closely related to the Morning Star
whose existence in the day symbolizes
life of soul even after death without a scar.
hordes of southward migrating butterflies
signal that cold weather is fast approaching
a butterfly is also seen to be a messenger of rain
helps nature’s beauty in spreading and broaching.
Date:18.5.2016
Categories:
introverts, butterfly,
Form:
Rhyme
she chooses to begin
where ever the nearest end of the road bends
she chooses to share an identical heartbreak
for pains he painted
she cannot mend
she chooses to see no other men
her fiery red eyes
love now disgusting to her
but in her he is deep within
growing pains
nightmares
moans and aches
the road leads to open sea
a place where introverts roam
free
she and he may never be
so disturbing
these two distant lovers
destined to be
traveling carefully
carelessly
ambitiously
aimlessly
defining and defending
some new definition or new dimension of love
doves soar high above this open sea
where last and sudden embraces were shared
she and he may be no where
but love
the blossoming of intimacy and friendship
the busts and bursts of insanity and fear
the world blows winds of life
and life experiences new world leaders
leaders that warned them
of the end
and even still
she chooses to begin
again
and with him
to domesticate and civilize
the brave new world
a new old world
with him
Categories:
introverts, adventure,
Form:
Free verse
The world's perishable
Perishing goods, perishing people, perishing minds,
Perishable people are beings too,
Is it unknown to the perishing World.
Are they rotten, do they smell bad?
Why are they getting shot?..
Why's a heart shooting another heart?
They are introverts, people find it hard approaching them
There she is in the hall, leaning on the table,
Ain't there people to lean on, in this perishing World.
All talk on humanity, role play on morale,
But no traces of proximity.
Yes, she is an outcast, don't know if wishfully.
They're peeping by the corner of their eyes..
But no one's coming over to help her.
Yeah..she is perishable...
Ain't extroverts also perishable..
Someday they'll need her help..
Though she's not independent today.
They seem all independent, selfish, and
wanting to be with the famous ones
They come by her when nobody knows them,
They leave her finding more famous friends...
And she's stick there all alone and lonely.
People coming and going by...
Sweet talking to her and being strangers again.
She was surprised though, there's a tingling betrayal.
This hasn't been her first time, she has seen people leave and has let it go..
Is she notorious enough to not have friends?
That's the end?..Na..
She's still thinking, tears dropping by her eyes.
Perseverance running down her veins
Categories:
introverts, dark, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Oh this innocent tendency
of observing inner-thinking introverts
to quickly like
quiet looking loudly detonating hot-temperers
who they are a bit too though being
observing inner thinking introverts
Categories:
introverts, emotions, natural disasters, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
While the extroverts clamor for fame on the run,
It is often we silent ones getting things done.
Although public attention we tend to evade,
We are regular people--just diff'rently made.
We the feelings and failings of everyone share,
But withdraw when exposed to society's glare.
Situations we measure before we proceed
And we solitude treasure, but friendship still need.
We were born with a reticence some think is rude,
And we're sometimes excluded because we're subdued.
Many wrongly conclude that if quiet, one's dumb;
But we introverts march to a mellower drum.
Although some of us bolder would be if we could,
By and large, we're content and consider life good.
We observe, without envy, our peers who are loud,
And existence enjoy while apart from the crowd.
Categories:
introverts, feelings, identity, life, society,
Form:
Quatrain
People have eyes
Yet they can't see
Yes, the invisible things exist
They make us smile, can also be freak...
We normally can't see the spirits
World of emotions is also capable of this
In a flash, present becomes past and disappears
Whereas the future can neither be seen nor hear...
I wonder why we feel the urge to emote our emotions
But see, how spirits tell their presence without communications
Try breaking the ice at first
Don't dig your heart into the earth's crust...
Appreciate the invisible positive energy and things
Like Uranus, Saturn & Jupiter have rings
We can't see them but they are present
Try to feel the unsaid emotions which are not transparent...
It's outlandish how invisible things can be witnessed
And the funny part is how they make people stressed
Just look around, Just look within
Everywhere you'll find some invisible things...
Kindness gets unnoticed
Till we we're called as the living beings
Dead come in the good books
And ultimately become the kings...
Why we don't care for other's perceptions
May be because of the invisible misconceptions
Straight forward people tell & show what they feel
Introverts hide & suffer, hence take time to heal...
Let's bring out the significance of invisibility
It doesn't have a hunger of publicity
Like love, hate, anger and other emotions are abstract
It proves that imperceptible things can also attract...
Once I thought to do a covert act
That could make a bigger impact
Then I realized that people don't give credit to the appeared one
How will they appreciate the disappeared one...
Being invisible is like a fantasy
Just a thought of it, brings ecstasy
If given a chance & it happens to me,
I'll steal the negativity of the world & spread positivity...
Let's bring together different people of the world
Let's pull out those who are lost in swirled
Unfold your hands to hold each other strongly
Let's make this world better vanishing the vicious invisibly...
Categories:
introverts, emotions, fantasy, feelings, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
Research of an introverts passion and finding a relationship.
Delusion is my work base.
Everyone else forgot to come.
Stuck in my mind the relationship breaks down due to the weather changing.
Creating dramatic heart break.
Seeing lots of effects and technologies advancing.
Reborn going back school education to a certain degree to figure out the math.
Nothing stops in an introvert mind as i begin my research.
Searching for passion.
Categories:
introverts, deep, devotion, future, identity,
Form:
Prose Poetry