Self Image Poems | Examples
These Self Image poems are examples of Image poems about Self. These are the best examples of Image Self poems written by international poets.
Our true existence is in a subtle realm
and as above, so below, we here in form,
with the voice of conscience always at the helm,
having chosen with laws of God to conform,
do not let cravings of ego overwhelm,
invoking in its place, a benign bliss storm.
The trick is to connect with our higher Self,
sans desire letting life just flow by itself.
Be determined, put your game on,
take it up a notch, jazz it up.
Get into character, be your own best self.
Rewrite your destiny,
draw your path and follow it.
Be fearless and audacious.
Let your imagination run wild,
you are the hero of your life story.
Feel free to fake it till you make it.
Be bold, be grand, be awesome.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
A mirror isn't just a frame,
A sheet of glass that speaks your name.
It shows your image. Yes, it's true–
But now the whole of what is you.
It doesn't bend, it doesn't fake,
It captures truths you cannot break.
But mirror hide in the other forms–
In quiet thoughts, in silence storms.
In words that bruise, in eyes that know,
In shadows you still fear to show.
Not every mirror dare to shine–
some show the crack you called divine.
So ask yourself what mirrors mean–
They’re more than Polished, silver, clean.
They’re, everything that lays you bare–
Your secret grief, your silent prayers,
The mirror speaks without a sound–
It sees the soul where truth is found.
~hira~
A mirror isn't just a frame,
A sheet of glass that speaks your name.
It shows your image. Yes, it's true–
But now the whole of what is you.
It doesn't bend, it doesn't fake,
It captures truths you cannot break.
But mirror hide in the other forms–
In quiet thoughts, in silence storms.
In words that bruise, in eyes that know,
In shadows you still fear to show.
Not every mirror dare to shine–
some show the crack you called divine.
So ask yourself what mirrors mean–
They’re more than Polished, silver, clean.
They’re, everything that lays you bare–
Your secret grief, your silent prayers,
The mirror speaks without a sound–
It sees the soul where truth is found.
How do you heal from your past?
How do you change the events that formed you?
I can’t forget my past,
It will forever linger with me.
Who I am is not who I was,
And who I am is not who I want to be,
I look in the mirror and think to myself,
Is this really what people see?
To discern the truth transcending space-time,
befriending silence, we entered the void,
where emptiness was filled with bliss beat’s chime,
revealing soul’s light, pure and unalloyed.
“The silence faded with a soft embrace”,
leaving in heart love’s benign after-burn,
that as God’s grace entwined us with vast space,
our presence reached the point of no return.
We saw our Self, shining as living light,
being that which is in God’s image made,
with each node of form dancing with delight,
we saw far more than for what we had prayed.
The seeker who once sought, does not exist ~
All of him that remains, is a bliss mist
"She looks just like you!"
They say, and I beam!
But they're saying much more
than their saying seems…
For I'd never say to her
what I constantly say to me…
("You don't measure up,
you can't be enough!
You're ugly, you're stupid,
just keep your mouth shut!")
My mind in shock,
my heart so hurt,
To even think about speaking
so harshly to her.
So, a good lesson learned,
to see me in her eyes…
I will love myself more
and not criticize.
This advertisement by ETSY is inappropriate. It depicts a greeting card of a man getting excited down there. And it crosses the line in the sand of what's decent and what's not. This picture is definitely distasteful and sexually suggestive, especially on a site that promotes its self as being family friendly.
It's like I'm visiting a public beach that's sunny and always family friendly and are suddenly blindsided by the dark clouds of nude bathers.
It's not right. It's not right for the kids. It's not right period.
A disapproving voice(s) is needed here so this complaint weighs on PS' conscious, where the decision is totally up to them to allow their cash cow to frolic in a meadow of immorality or to censor the picture.
It's in their hands.
But I hope they use the same morality as they do in censoring a list of banned poet's word, which in my opinion pales in comparison to that picture.
connie pachecho
3/29/25
Note-I thought about enclosing the image of the greeting card but it falls under PS terms of conditions that doesn't allow pornographic cartoons ... the irony. A train wreck will do.
Their smiles beamed, for they dreamed together,
sharing Barbies, goodies, and even hands.
Aware of my aloneness, it seemed I wasn't there;
even Brown Bear didn't understand.
Staring into a disquieted mind, I sulked my secluded self.
Translucent tears stained my face a pale gray,
as bleak as rain clouds, blocking sun's reach.
Furrowed brows, droopy cheeks, and thin lips
transformed me into a monsterous beast.
Is this hideous, shunned image who I am?
Affixed friends would glow and float into true beauty
like sun painting the beach.
Their smiles were like whispy horizons, eyes glazed like sand granules, feet gliding like waves to the shore.
Are the pretty girls worth so much more?
3-6-2025
To Whom It May Concern
To the boy who took the wrong turn.
Narrow walls of past concerns,
The ropes of tight bends—
Knots, they stretch and breathe.
Too obvious, I lay in bed
With demise’s feet.
Imperfect—a shadow they cloned,
For the nature of man is less.
They kill for less, like dirt they cast offshore—
Ohh, out like the rest!
I prayed for thirst,
But chaos has made its nest.
To see the rest of self,
The lonely, my quest.
Hey, you! Yes, you who claim to know me well—
Where were you when the nights turned red?
To whom lovers dread,
A glare of an empty self,
In fear of a dreamer’s pen.
The distance in the void and self,
I search my soul for less—
For wealth in memories
I couldn't suppress.
Who am I? Yes, I—
That self that needs the yes
To save me from them.
We took a ride of pride,
Me with all my lies.
Like a knight, my fight and spark
Could stand the tide that rises.
That shows the image,
A world that shaped not brave—
A me with no you,
But guarded by the senses of view.
Could I be life’s muse?
I hope—
An image of me to you
Is the you that needed me,
But saw too few.
By P. Fualem
Have you heard of Fisher Folk
Masked and disguised
Often difficult to see
When in front of your very eyes
Some will see through the disguise
Once engaged in conversation
Others will never see a Fisher Folk
Blinded by their manipulation
Fisher Folk do not fish
In waterways of any kind
They only fish in ones psyche
Fishing…. human minds
Fishing information, only for personal gain
Needing constant compliments and praise
This is how Fisher Folk
Spend their devious, “its all about me” days
Also known as “Me People”
And other choice names
Pretending to show interest in you
When ‘Self ‘ is the name of their game
Some will never see a Fisher Folk
Being blinded by their camouflage
Others will see straight through it
Quickly seeing the mind sabotage
Fisher Folk are generally likeable
Often intelligent , charismatic ,smart
Though their interest in others is inauthentic
Not from a genuine or loving heart
The mirror of a life that’s mine
Sits journeyed in the wall.
The face is young, its glance is not,
As old and young recall.
The answer, fading, pauses there
Though burning in the mind,
Young again to feel the world,
Yet aged well like fine wine.
We can just once have been there young,
Where now we cast, as old -
Our image into moistened eye,
Both now and then, to hold.
Picture you inside your mind
who you are and what you find.
Your image did not develop overnight
long and slow did your self image sight.
The picture is not in another mind,
what they perceive or what they find.
That image of who they think they see,
is not what your inner self might be.
Imposed by others, data may flawed be,
Your inner self they can not see.
Parents and peers, trauma and tears,
All shape self image through the years.
Picture you inside your mind
who you are and what you find.
Ask yourself if this picture is right and true,
is it exactly what God above says of you?
Living the present is wanting to be me
I don't want to leave the good image
In the hearts of others anymore
Who thinks I am good
Then I am good
Who thinks I am ugly
Then I am
Who is good to me
I will be good to you
Who hate me
I don't care.
Looking in the mirror as I get ready for my day
believing in myself to create the life I desire to live
trusting my intuitive choices to make selfless decisions
grateful for humbleness through the times of humility
appreciating my self worth that is not define with labels
seeing and loving me for me without prideful chatter.
Walking past a large store front window pane
noticing the glimpse of self with a confident smile
happy as can be to be living in the present moment
true bliss racing through my veins pumping my heart
not expecting others to understand my uncanny beauty
grace with truth, integrity, and dignity to be free.