Best Self Praise Poems
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Instrumentalising mind, I rested thought
employing it only when needed
shifting to heart, I became self-taught
gentling touch, voice of conscience heeded.
Intellect and intuition are like a sword and shield.
One cuts through darkness to bring clarity,
the other is an internal compass protecting the lost.
Both are formed polished, vigorous and gallant,
but through the struggles of each battle,
become ineffective when not revived.
My mind plays like a piano
and I am its pianist.
When I sit upon the cliffs of doubt,
it seems to be sleepwalking into a
chaotic jungle of consciousness,
where the symphony ignores the song sheet.
I don't want my words to be forgotten.
There is no reality in this reverie,
so the soul yearns to be free,
like a seagull soaring above stormy seas,
towards a sapphire and ivory skyline.
Sometimes skies can resemble fire,
where flames appear too strong,
so my internal wings seek refuge.
To heal from the noise, I lose myself
in the stillness of solitude.
In my loneliness, ego screams,
so I escape from this echo chamber,
by starving it from unworthy self praise
but if I do not love myself,
who will love me?
When dwelling upon the mountain of overthinking,
my spirit is unable to adapt to the flutes of fate,
but I ignore the provocation of poison.
I listen to the musicality of my heart,
releasing the strings of attachment.
I burn myself to light up the blackness,
composing lyrics from adversity's lessons.
I am a metaphor for a star,
touching the divine horizons,
sparkling, but still learning from the
'see saw' emotions of my heart and mind.
We are all carpenters in life,
with different tools to master our minds,
trying to control the outlook of our emotions.
As rivers of wisdom integrate smoother,
when we build bridges of compassion over them.
Categories:
self praise, allusion, introspection, perspective,
Form:
Didactic
There is no money in the truth
No fame for all to know your name
Many selling goats and sheep
And the dove collecticeables
Still in these days to gain self praise
And profit from what Jesus done
The truth will strip one down to the core
In giving all glory unto the God
That snatched one from captivity of death
Not looking for a temple built by human hands
But within each one of us
To see none is good are better
Some have been circumcized from old self
While many still running around embracing it
But all have been given same access to unite
To become less of what the world chases after
And more of dying to the these ungodly ways
Sadly the truth might leave many
Feeling alone in this world of corruption
But within there is a fire that gives strength
In rememberence of Jesus trouble to find 12
To bring forth the new covenant tribes
For he even knew they would turn against him
Until they received the inheritance of the
Promised spirit to manifest within
Then they knew He was in them
And the Father He had told about in unity
May God bless, comfort, guide and
Fill you with His peace, love,truth,
Spirit and joy in abundance
Categories:
self praise, fate,
Form:
Free verse
You Are Who You Are
(Dedicated to all students in Brunei)
You are who you are- a unique creature.
All men are your brothers but you’re different and rare.
None that came before, none that lives today,
nor one that lives tomorrow would ever be like you.
You are a unique rarity of nature’s creation,
an end product of changes through years of evolution.
So you’re well-equipped in both body and mind,
as any other creatures, emperors and wise men.
Within you burns a flame of discontent,
raging so fiercely for years and generations.
It scorches your spirit, a constant irritation-
an eagerness to be better, as you journey on.
You have unlimited potential that should be put to use,
lest it will rot and die, stagnate and run dry.
You should achieve more, much more than you’ve done,
and not indulge in self-praise for achievement not grand.
Struggle may not be easy, thorns may come your way.
But they’re chances in disguise, hold on ‘till you’re free.
Nature knows no defeat and so should you,
victorious you’ll emerge as you persist and wait.
Into a mountain you’ll grow not shrink into a mound,
by straining your potential until success is found.
Yes, you’ll be the greatest, the greatest of all,
‘cause you’re not born by chance, that’s what
you’re here for.
Alicia M Advincula.
Categories:
self praise, character, destiny,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Though "Self praise is no recommendation"
Still I know I'm His best creation.
Now I would like to tell
So let me come out of the shell.
I'm nobody but an eight
Before zero in weight.
Just a little heavy and rolly-polly
Like a ball that is called volley.
Lazy, quiescent and a bit stupid
Actually I'm an innocent cupid.
People call me a fool
and that makes me feel cool.
Meaning of my name is to worship
But that's the thing we can always skip.
"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet"
I'm Archana and my friendship would be a treat.
Dt:30/11/2015
For the contest 'What's in Your Name'
Sponsored by C.T.
Categories:
self praise, feelings, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
‘‘ ...GO TO THE ANTS AND BE WISE.’’
Man's world,his words,man's Imagination:
Man's braggdocio is laughable,
He proclaims himself the wisest
But when we look at him,his ego;
We conclude: self praise is crap .
What is news to man
That has not aged with us?
What is his astonishing wonder
That is not a native of our colony?
Does it not baffle him,
Where we find water to erect our temple?
If only he knew the number of chambers beneath
Then he would realise his pride burgs
Are nothing but mere immitations.
The industrial revolution he prides
Tell me, how old is it with him ?
Behold , from the dawn of time
We feed this colony with bread
Baked from the ageless industry
‘‘Anted’’ by our able work force.
How often he cries of idle hands !
How many of them are not empty stomachs?
We only look at them and laugh;
Though in hundreds of thousand we live,
Every hand here is happily engaged.
When Smith taught him division of labour
Did he claim to be our teacher also ?
Yet from the time immemorial
Ours is established division of labour :
The queen , the soldiers , the workers.
His vessels at sea ; and so ?
When we choose to migrate
On top of seas we sail afloat
Defy gravity , defy tempest.
What is man’s jet that man is proud of it ?
Does he not see our wingers in the air daily ?
We do not crash like captain Tom and Jerry,
The first class graduates from his aeronutical institute.
Some of them brag of their arsenal ;
We have this information for them :
Snails , snakes and rodents
Whose generals once brought war to our nest
No sooner they came than they enriched our sausage.
But when men carry arms against men
And bomb one another at will
In our feeling we petition :
Where is love among Adams ?
Under our one roof thousands live
No gun shot, no bomb blast ;
No protectionism , no sectionalism;
No white , no black;
No race , no tribe , no ethnicity;
No any chicanery that characterises
Man’s daily life.
Man's world, his words; his Imagination?
For how long will he debate with God?
He insists : I am the wisest;
God insists : ‘‘... go to ants and be we wise.’’
Categories:
self praise, fantasy, men, , memorial,
Form:
Free verse
All I've ever accumulated was
pride
Everything I've accomplished was
me by my side.
I gave praise to me, my beauty,
my knowledge and my
skills,
I sought out the praise from
others, and boy was it a
thrill.
I challenge anyone who thought
they were better than
me,
No one stepped up, as far as
my eyes could see.
For I only saw me, myself
and I,
I'd prospered quickly, I had
multiplied.
But then life fell hard on me,
It's the kind of thing that
brings you quickly to
your knees.
I stood with nothing, not even
pride,
I lower my head in shame, I closed
my eyes.
I said in a whisper because I felt
so ashamed,
"Please forgive me in
Jesus' name."
Categories:
self praise, change, life, pride, religion,
Form:
Free verse
How unfortified are favored mystics;
ripened men devoid of backbones,
ladies with bogus analogies,
others, their nuisances known.
Some put fools on pedestals,
without attention to outcome,
but things are much different
when dealing with intellectuals.
If recollection tallies,
them old folks always let us remember:
“Self-praise is no recommendation.”
We do as the good book bids us:
“Answer fools according to their follies.”
There are more charades than sound guidance.
The throng was never us to ensue,
so we reject the king’s meat.
Truth is, we are what we eat … and drink.
How warped is their integrity.
Let them cast the first stone;
I’m balanced high on clouds from cannabis,
while their brains swim in mugs of Ethanol.
The bloody republicans suffer
from lack of …
lack of everything
except delusion of grandeur,
and the rich men have a strong-hold on America’s carotid.
My sister, college professor, asked:
“Where is the people’s guardian?”
Her expression eagerly awaits reply.
While estimations differ,
time (unbowed) will render true chronicles,
but while we tarry for time’s revelation
we yielded to trepidation;
what nincompoops are in charge of the people’s care?
Categories:
self praise, politicalmen, integrity,
Form:
Lyric
The soft self-praise of your own heart,
Is this not our lost secret?
Bring forth that feathering truth
Like fields of canary bells
You ring, you're ringing,
Ringing from the rib cage.
Poetry is the land where all rules fade,
Rules for yourself and rules for others, replaced with spools
Of no code though every color
As the innermost leads this boundless, heralding march,
march, marching, towards where?
Does it matter? Cry your bloody tears out.
Let loose the hysteric mess of a laugh.
No manic tide can take the seed of your joy
And turn it to some shriveled past.
Though what of some perverse prattle?
Is that not wild life, too?
You are writing now.
You are always writing now, the source of blooming miracle,
And aren't we all blooming into something ugly or radiant?
Confounded or brackish? What madcap nonsense of exteriors we wear.
What a looney song we are.
But what's inside, what's inside the clamor of it all?
Are you forcing words into the dumb quiet?
Your one raised hand rising out of infinite dunes?
Tell your face it's okay.
Relax your grip on the organs of your body.
Write this crazed flood and smash through the dam.
What dam? Damn the dam.
Your nose is a dam,
Right between your eyes.
Oh, your gorgeous eyes!
(Have I told you?)
You are the riptide, the holy puddle, the frayed lace.
Now set yourself anew.
Blooming, blooming and true.
Yesterday's stub in your hand, the Life Fair goes on and on.
Go today. Go tomorrow.
Relish in the joy as much as the sorrow.
Categories:
self praise, happiness, writing, writing,
Form:
Free verse
Coasting on thermals where birds touch the sky
standing below them and watch do I
banking with grace above they ascend
fleeting to views I want never to end
Through the tall grasses do brown bunnies run
enjoying open spaces under the sun
paw prints of raccoons cover my deck
when night arrives their presence I’ll check
In night my roses will disappear
as a sweet dinner for forest deer
the stars will arrive and night will cloak
moon beamed ponds where frogs do croak
Things of great beauty formed by Mans hand
but beneath his gaze will none of it stand
the gold and the silver that so many amassed
to the hills and mountains upon earth will be cast
artifice and toil will disappear in the wind
this system of things will soon meet it’s end
Life’s burning oil so many have wasted
the pursuit of the truth have little tasted
Man has not cared for the gems that reside
the qualities existing in the well inside
understanding and wisdom thought not to seek
strengthening the hands of those who are weak
Exhaustive is the sources of thought
and for vanity is friendship bought
each seeks his own self exultation
casting down others in defamation
God will destroy the lier and sinner
birds will feast as if in dinner
disease and pestilence will follow after
unthinking men have given God laughter
Man’s ingenuity has not been his crown
his own self praise has cast him down
before God’s justice mankind is not humble
compared to his works our own do stumble
Humans seem not to delight in instruction
the foolish among us will suffer destruction
the law and the prophets and Truth are known
among all mankind the news has flown
Sweet in the mouth is the taste of the Truth
but bitter is knowledge that does not sooth
In birth pangs and travail the new system arrives
and with it the loss of so many lives
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC
sources Isaiah Jeremiah Ezekiel Revelation
Categories:
self praise, bible, corruption, future, people,
Form:
Quatern
There is a war on earth against God
attacking the very corner stones within pillars of belief
Shepherd when the stars of doom eclipse red faced
cornered facts bleeding innocent the silent screams tremble
Unheard angels filtering through the moonlight
kneeling souls pray for His dire mercy
To make this world right again filled with peace
Condemn the guilty as wolves they are killing sheep
Ripping little ones to pieces sacrificed at the pagan temple
where the purity of love has been tarnished ugly by these loveless strays
Savages impotent against the powers of nature
prostrating the cringing submission of a slave
Begging blind articles of self praise enslaved ideas removing independence
from true facts not acknowledged for their value underneath respect
Despite its wanton infliction of pain apes amongst rats devouring
democratic views under heaven's command thou shalt not kill
Categories:
self praise, abortion, abuse, atheist, dark,
Form:
Couplet
I know a world of sadness in your grace
because in thee, I cannot trace
my own world's longing to embrace
some crudeness wronging, some deface.
Cantingly, subjects stronging with replace
of aptitude, and songing - happier days
that built hope's erstwhile thronging, not encased
with worries staid belonging's commonplace.
Oh love, beloved will - seek thought, not maze
from crippling entities programmed abrade.
That gift of life, of God, not lean-to craze
of modern tempo's struggling with self praise!
His gift of love, I know, with thee .. He made!
Categories:
self praise, love, longing,
Form:
Rhyme
Two scales must always be within an approximate range
for an accurate weight, and the close relationship
between the Humankind and God must withstand any change.
Solutions must be found before catastrophe approaches,
and if we were caught by surprise, we would regret the outcome;
less trees should be cut down to make room for buildings.
Thieves, murderers and rapists should be held in contempt
and thrown into dungeons...instead of giving them cosy cells,
the Law admits that's just to punish, but inhumane to torment.
Nightly streets have been taken over by muggers, drug dealers
and prostitutes, now called escorts, haven't changed their lewd attitude;
even madams of the brothels open doors for the well-dressed sirs.
Society has gone mad, and it has condoned both sexes of equal desires;
never was Sodom and Gomorrah as iniquitous and lustful as this one;
God forbid...I entered this city and be found guilty of their perversions!
While on the outskirts, in run-down homes poverty duplicates its horrible woes,
politicians' corrupt hands are not seen...pocketing money that Congress approved;
and the suffering of the poor is plagued by famines that turn into deadly diseases.
Crooked judges are manipulated by criminal defense lawyers who have handfuls of cash;
justice can never be served when criminals are given their parole, and the innocent,
humble men are detained and put behind bars, because of their limited wealth.
Proud hearts see neither simplicity nor beauty in anything that evolves into splendid light;
self-praise, greed, bluntness and invulnerability are the rules they live and swear by;
humbleness is unacceptable and insignificant...it's a virtue which diminishes their pride.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
self praise, adventure, confusion, health, natural
Form:
Terza Rima
Your success is your friend’s distress
Your friend’s distress gives you self-praise
Your enemy is the closest watcher
Your friend in the distant watcher
Your enemies conceal their rivalry
Your friends reveal their rivalry
Your friends compete with you
Your enemies deplete you
Your enemy wears a mask
Your friend masks your wear
Your enemy’s enemy is you friend
Your friend’s friend may be your enemy
Categories:
self praise, change, character, class, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
From boat's mass thrown up
Wings fondling light and wonder
The fish shudders awe
I caught in splendour
Net my eyes in white of wings
And sea frightened thawed
So water rippled
The sea in sunshine trembling
Against departure
They turned, flashed in dive
The sun made coronet bright
On feathers waving
True there was a cry
In self praise for pain un-groaned
Just for Leda's sake.
Categories:
self praise, nature, sea, sea,
Form:
Senryu
not to boastfully brag
or to overly self-praise
but I gave, and I gave
my creative lyrics
the best and the worst
of my unhappy days
thinking to myself they will
never see the light of day
so I put pen to paper
and paper to my many dreams
and set out to explain to myself
the wonder of life's distinct existence
or life's complete ugly misses
but someone surreptitiously came along
with betrayal in mind
and gave the world all my hopes and penned dreams
that i didn't know how to share
but to simply misrepresent
in mass misrepresentation
must be ok if your a musical person
I sometimes wonder if that country singer
feels the pain of me
or the rapper knows he and she
took many of my dreams
so got a safe deposit box
and then the vulgar and profane
came in to view
the things that the musical world
would do
p.s. all in the name of jobs...
it takes more than just a singer to get the job of plagiarizing
Categories:
self praise, betrayal, bullying, celebrity, international,
Form:
Bio