Introspect Poems - Poems about Introspect

The fiery tiger lilies upon greenest stems are blossoming As the sunset behind the gray clouds is dimly glowing. Gratitude for how every one of us just keep on growing....

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The art of figuring it out Does it matter if I do My existence is so fleeting It seems preposterous to care There must be some Description to suit this Perhaps Monty Python's Life of Brian I'm not in crisis I'm just a very philosophical girl Ahh this poem went off In a strange direction...

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Are you educated or just literate Can you replicate or do you just imitate Are you original or do you plagiarize Do you comprehend or do you just memorize How many of your aims are on target If your reverence for God is on a budget Are you given to greater works Or are you wallowing in the allure of the perks Do...

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The wind is an agent of change so I face it head on and welcome its cold embrace its cleansing properties its whirling breath that chafes my skin and chills my core and I ask it to change me and it always obliges....

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The shores in my world are cluttered with driftwood scattered in piles along the dunes and their twisted sea-shaped and sand-worn elegance always calls to me in their stranded moments of grace....

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What are we doing?what is our goal in life? To look most appealing in front of all? Be the topper in all? Have most money and fame? To be praised by everybody? We dress up well, attempt to look the best with makeup and visits to beauty parlours and doctors We run throughout the day to earn tons and...

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When I look into your windows to see inside your soul, I sometimes have to wonder what is looking back at me... is it friend or foe? I mean is it smiling pretty with no falseness in its transparent veins? Or is it sinister? Is it a soul without a name? Sometimes it is hard to...

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faith, you kill spiders and cry faith, you won’t ask questions how can you not care why? you listen everyday to everything as if it suits you at all faith sight, you see light where none shines sight, your vision reflects the earth’s glow through my blinds but do you present my chagrin across and how do you really love? sight soul, my tear-soaked little child soul, you...

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Harvard, at night - You still sit on the lawn with the weight of both structures alive in your arms Rachmaninoff's tears turning black at your hips The counting of friends on your five finger tips Sawdust and poetry, building the wall A thousand feet wide, a thousand feet tall Running for life times, for miles, a span built in your introspect,...

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