Best Self Respect Poems
Not this day
No
My mouth shall not say
The words that linger
Trailing broken syllables
From memory bay
Without meaning
I cannot form them
Even as I pray
Turning in guttural acidic taste
By bitter bile way
Fumbling resentment
Phrase to phase
With no sway from sentiment
Shall I dare?
Shall I say?
Nay!
Struggle thought
Drowning heart turned grey
Oh how heavy they drag
And scuff the floor from their weight
I look at them there in utter dismay
Clutching my heels as I walk away
I left them there
Begging!
Just as they left me that day
Those words...
Once meant for you
That I will NEVER again say
In the depths of the soul, a precious treasure lies,
A beacon of light that never truly dies.
It's the essence of strength, a flame burning bright,
A testament to one's worth, an unwavering might.
Self-respect, a virtue held dear,
A cornerstone of life, crystal clear.
With every step taken, head held high,
The heart whispers a resolute sigh.
No longer defined by others' cruel gaze,
No longer entrapped in society's maze,
For within, a knowing, a sacred flame,
A self-assured spirit, forever untamed.
In the face of adversity, a resilient stance,
A dignified bearing, a confident dance.
Boundaries set, firmly etched in stone,
No compromise on values, one's truest tone.
For self-respect demands a gentle care,
Nurturing the soul, tending with love and flair.
Embracing flaws, accepting imperfection,
Forging a path to authentic reflection.
It's finding solace in one's own embrace,
Celebrating uniqueness, no need to chase
The approval of others, for deep inside,
Lies a treasure trove, a wellspring of pride.
Self-respect is the armor, a shield in strife,
Empowering the spirit to embrace life.
With reverence for self, we learn to believe,
That we're deserving of love, and yes, we can achieve.
So let self-respect be our guiding light,
A beacon that shines through darkest night.
In its gentle embrace, we find our way,
To a life of purpose, each and every day.
A new man's been charged to run this town;
Dressed as a boss, but acting as a clown.
People are split between laughter and frown.
Some look glad; others feel down.
They're, all, in a sinking boat, but who won't drown?
Those brave people who can swim.
Those who, with confidence, brim.
Those who dare tell him
That he is totally dull and dim,
And that they refuse to be judged by his whim.
Hypocrites lack honesty, candidness and felicity.
And this man is even worse.
His running of this city is some sort of curse.
He's poisoned with prejudice and animosity.
So who would trust a snake faking tranquillity?
Why should people wait and hope?
Or force themselves to cope?
Isn't there a chance to leave his scope?
Respectable people should not be left to mope.
They should learn to say "nope".
Self respect. Where did it go?
This generation just don't know.
Like the present of a past known all too well.
"So many dying, in the air the bodies I smell".
"One man killed, one sitting in jail".
Already too many burning In hell.
Sons and daughters in holding cells.
Life without parole, with no bail.
Mommas asking God where did she fail.
Self respect. Where did it go?
This generation just don't know.
Devils knocking on Heavens door.
Looking for more falling Angels to store.
Already enough rich people looking down at the poor.
The Armor Of God is what you should have wore.
People who care, we need more.
I mean more of the rich to bless the poor.
Love concurs all for sure.
Self respect. Where did it go?
This generation just don't know.
The wicked don't care. Their just cruel and mean.
That brother died. He had dreams.
Set up by them feans.
Children left behind, without a father.
Momma standing strong, the Lord gave her the power.
Self respect, where did it go?
This generation just don't know.
Self respect. Where did it go ?
This generation just don't know.
Self respect, where did it go?
This generation, just don't know.
When you have given all and it’s still not enough
Ripping, Taking, Consuming everything
Leaving your heart bruised, pained, aching
Your mind a whirlwind of emotions
Confusion building, the tears won’t stop
When is it time to choose for yourself?
To calm your mind and take a direction
A direction without the pain, but a missing and longing
All consuming on its own
Eventually that will fade too
And through the fog, rain, and thunder
All what is left is self-respect
Can I live with that?
Yes, I can
SELF-RESPECT
Self-respect,
Prince of my heart,
Crown of my character
Bastion of my dignity
Compass of my life,
Through
Many battles have we been
Against formidable
Opponents
Who has tested our resolve in
Words and deeds many
A time
Expecting to break us
Apart
By tempting me
With their promises:
Of riches
Of positions,
Of fame and
Of pleasures unending
But
Never have I, even considered,
You to betray
For how could I ever allow anyone, you,
From your throne to overthrow
And
Your Jewel’s brightness to dim,
Or your image to tarnish?
For
If I had given in to their
Demands
An empty shell, without
A soul,
Would I have, forever,
Remained!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 APRIL 2013
I really do not want your man
I've had a few of my own
None have been the right one
this I have been shown
Either they were truly selfish
or they cheated and they lied
Who would want to live that way
until the day they died
It wasn't always terrible
No, not always bad
But self respect is precious
So I left with all I had
I know some stay any way
so afraid to be alone
But if that's your only reason
your heart can turn to stone.
(I wrote this for 2 reasons. 1 because too many women act like I want to take their man just because I am single and 2 because I see so many staying in relationships where they are not happy just so they won't be alone)
All you want is sex
Because it was everyday with your ex
But please don't vex
Because I am not an object of pleasure
At your leisure
That doesn't last eternity
Because I have my dignity
I placed my treasures at your feet
I gave you all my songs so sweet
Before my own I placed your need
"All for you..." my daily creed
My self worth in your reflection
The biggest fear .. your rejection
Always expecting your rebuff
Knowing what I had was not enough
Yes, you turned and walked away
I always knew you wouldn't stay
A little pride at last I found
I turned away without a sound........
Tonight’s the night I go on a date,
At the restaurant we’ll meet face to face,
Where we’ll wine and dine and talk about love,
And maybe go back to my place,
Where lights will be dimmed, with soft music on,
Maybe a slow dance on the floor,
And our shadow will glide in a choreographed sway,
Maybe this will become a bit more,
You see, I think she’s my one, my perfect and pure,
I think she’s the partner for me,
Even though people say I live all alone,
They don’t see every night I date Free.
A upholder strong, bold, and courageous
Belittled and trivialized
Accepting truth; she's bon a fide
Speaking up for self became contagious.
Poem Ego
Ego leads us in the right direction
It is a means of satisfaction
It is a crown that never lets us down
It soothes the heart and touches soul
A man without ego has no goal
He who bows before someone has lost his light
A man with ego is a man with sight
It dispels darkness and night
It is against unjustified acts
It is the hub of theosophical facts
O seeker If you are stumbling in the dark
Generate in yourself the divine spark
It will light up your life and you will become the moon
You will become a Saint and you will become high noon.
Written By Abad Ur Rehman Khan
Poet Of Pakistan
She is a Queen; she doesn’t need a king to reign.
Your absence was meant to shatter her world,
But you forgot—she builds empires from the ruins.
You thought you were playing her like a game of chess,
But she saw every move; you were just a pawn.
You believed betrayal would go unnoticed,
That her silence meant weakness.
But silence is the calm before her storm—
A Queen destroys, not with rage, but with wisdom.
There’s a Queen inside every girl, waiting to awaken,
A lioness hidden beneath soft, unassuming fur.
She may appear fragile, but don’t be deceived;
Her strength runs deeper than your shallow perceptions.
Some discover their power in whispers,
Others, in the roar of battle scars.
Hurt her, and you’ll not break her;
You’ll ignite the fire she didn’t know she had.
One day, she will rise, unyielding and radiant,
Standing tall as the world bows at her feet.
Underestimate her, and you’ll face the weight of her wrath—
Not born of vengeance, but of self-respect and justice.
A Queen does not seek revenge; she reclaims her throne.
And when she does, no one forgets her name.
As I journeyed through the hellish landscape of my past,
I began to put out the fires that somehow still last.
They were persistent and tried to reignite themselves, but I held fast.
Some would lunge and lick at me as the water was cast.
But I kept on working until the burning had passed.
I kept working until fertile fields were unmasked.
Then I began to plant seeds for my future. Seeds I would nurture into a landscape lush and vast.
I am hard on myself, for your presence lingers,
The weight of your judgment, my heart still remembers.
In your eyes, I sought approval and grace,
Yet I found only doubt, in my every embrace.
With each flaw magnified, I strive for perfection,
Your expectations, a relentless affliction.
But within this struggle, a truth starts to bloom,
The fault lies not in me, but in your own gloom.
For I am more than your standards allow,
A spirit unyielding, finding strength in the now.
In self-love's embrace, I'll break free from your view,
No longer defined by what you think I should do.