Introspection Poems | Examples of Introspection Poetry

Asleep in your life, deep in the dream, When will you wake? It’s not what it seems. Projecting, accusing, constantly afraid; Shunning salvation for the tragic dreams you’ve made. Then, without warning, something occurs, A glimpse of Reality; but...Read the rest...

The colossal wheels of time, ever-turning gears, Grinding moments into the dust of bygone years. Massive cogs of destiny, relentlessly spin, Weaving tapestries of what has been and what's to begin. These cosmic clockworks, with their ceaseless churn, Roll over...Read the rest...

We walk in the footsteps of God, divine trail, Imprints of creation on life's fragile scale. Each step is a miracle, a cosmic dance, In the grand ballroom of celestial expanse. Our path, a tapestry woven with grace, Threading through...Read the rest...

With our hands reaching for the shore, we are ships, Navigating waves of dreams and whispered hopes. Fingers like anchors, grasping at the slips, Of sandcastles built on tides of endless scopes. Our palms, the sails that catch the...Read the rest...

Bird with feathers of fire, phoenix metronome, bursts on the edges of the atmosphere. Crumbling to dust, ash and powdery bones, fore a chance never truly appears. A velleity is made at her shooting tomb, deities will not honor this...Read the rest...

The sunlit eyes of love, a golden dawn, Awakening dreams like flowers on the lawn. They shimmer like dew on a summer morn, Radiating warmth where hope is reborn. In their gaze, the world is painted bright, A canvas is...Read the rest...

Rising sun illuminates the sky Clouds scatter by the way As speeding truck then another Erase the soft sounds of day Song birds sing in the following quiet The crows come to life again Morn's sun becomes much brighter My spirit comes...Read the rest...

And as I reach my end of years I’ve come to know my gin and tears A pleasant cocktail, I suppose ...Read the rest...

Bonne nuit, numbers and digits Did you miss hearing the drunk specter sing? Back to waffle again about their trauma and joy Derek isn't even their real name Where were you when the millennium turned? I can't imagine it was...Read the rest...

I read a poem about a mother, a saintly mother, who, with knotted and veined hands, crocheted blankets and booties...Read the rest...

Still...Is life. On a precipice. Leave your lights down low, and listen... ...Read the rest...

Crossroads in the desert sands swirls, an orb whirls around as clouds gather, lightning bolt violet violently twirls, roads crack with shotgun thunder. Visage a pearl cascades as she approaches me, cut through the dirt she speaks a litany reverie, “You...Read the rest...

In the cartographies merger with the soul, where topographies bring thought converge, a hidden rose blooms, its petals unfolding, like a cipher's dark emerge, thorns burst contradiction piercing the hymen with certitude, as the benthic depths, a chthonic whisper, exhale the secrets unsaid...Read the rest...

I should have when I could have but did not, In retrospect I missed a chance or two. I see it now! If only then I knew - I would have given life a better shot! But...Read the rest...

sages fall when they lay claim to fame in our Father’s name hoping to gather a crowd feeding ego, feeling proud...Read the rest...