Introspection I Am Poems

I sit beside myself and think,
And try to evaluate my life;
Yes, my life that is blotted with ink
My life of which evaluation would cause strife.

A...

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I ran from who I really am
To find who I wanted to be
Somewhere along the line
I slowly forgot how to feel
My body was a hollow...

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In our final breath, the truth unfolds.
As we die, a secret is told.
No longer bound by our earthly lives.
We see through veils, with opened eyes.

It...

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I am colored gold
Found in the fire
I am of the all-consuming fire
A crown of His glory
A child of Israel

I am hide from myself
All I see...

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I am
a thought that will always grow
filled with purpose known before
added to by the life I know.
creating questions in my core
where internal realms live and...

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And I embrace the realm of modern poetry,
Wild and free, its spirit flowing through me.
In a world of ever-changing forms and styles,
I navigate currents with...

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I am also a prose poet, navigating the realms of expression unencumbered by the shackles of rhyme. In this vast expanse of literary freedom, I...

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In a world of modern verse, I stand,
An old-fashioned poet, rhymes in hand.
I savour the dance of words on a page,
Where rhythm and meter command...

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love 
is 
a ghost white ship
drifting
along
the
red cliffs of Wales
while
i 
am still sure...

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SELF PORTRAIT

To be objective about oneself is hard
All the others’ competing observations
Reluctant to let them into a conclusion
Yet one remains trapped in confusion
Despite all those...

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Given that the I-thought arises in our heart ~
Adding love to cart, we see our ego depart...

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My doubts are grave can I write verse?
That will withstand test of endless time
Hesitant my thoughts scan universe
Will pen craft free verse or maybe rhyme?

Often...

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Shattered I, in countless pieces,
	Abandoned in the wake of that which me befell.
	Dust settles, and I retrieve the debris of who I was,
	Not knowing yet...

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I have grown old,
Yet I am still so young.
I am aged,
Like a fine wine.
My grapes have been crushed,
I have no juice left to give.
I am...

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Where are you really from?

An all-too familiar question,

One which I quite detest.


Often looking for simple answer,

This I cannot give, too awkward to tell the truth,

I...

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