Introverts Poems | Examples

Me and the Wall

Me and the wall

Like an imaginary friend when we were a child.
My thoughts bounce off the wall and then get filed.
Mrs. Beasley, Shilo, and Winnie the Pooh.
No matter what you said, they believed it was true.

My wall let's me figure it out with me and God.
And it's funny, but I never end up feeling odd.
And as I sit here amidst all the reflections.
Somewhere inside I'm ok with the recollections.

Having thoughts that no one else interrupts.
Allows time and space where nothing corrupts.
And in the process of sorting through the muck.
Insight and common sense prevails with any luck.

Introverts and extroverts and everything between.
Hopefully, you mean what you say, when you say what you mean.
Cause when this world get's it's way and in your head.
Sometimes, come what may, it's their thoughts instead.

So, hello old friend, it's you and me till the end.
We've travelled many avenues and around the bend.
Somehow I'm ok with the way things turned out.
Reflective perspective has removed most of the doubt.

Metal garden of the machine

                      Internet 
has woven the world into a tangle of introverts 
made us think that our fellow man
is a slow minded-dangerous- dullard

                       Internet 
and mankind do have one thing in common
in that they're bipolar entities,
in the wink of the mind or a tap of the key
they're capable of love and rage
painfulness and joyfulness
peaceful contemplation
or mindless devastation

                         Man's 
soul is devolving into a dead blue seed 
in the metal garden of the ever-evolving machine.

Cupid is a Sharpshooter

Cupid a.k.a Amor
is considered armed and dangerous
so shield your heart
against his aphrodisiacal ‘dart.’
Wear a bullet proof vest
to protect your chest!

Cupid is a notorious sharpshooter 
who can hit his targets 
far and wide 
so you can't run and hide.
His semi automatic 
makes each shot ecstatic.


Cupid is wanted 
for assault with a deedly weapon
and for inciting love
so be on the lookout for a cherub with wings
and know that his match making skills
give even introverts the chills.

Strangers, strangers?

She had found sanctuary in those pages
And He had found heaven in her palms.
Yet introverts they were, 
To unknown destinies were they bound.
Her thoughts would spiral into words,
Delicate whispers coaxing the ground.
He wouldn't be the only witness
To the serenity of her musings, 
For icor is revered by everything around.

Methane Gas

Life goes quickly growing up from the use of a commodore 65. 
Perforated print paper 
Really takes your energy.
Fold and Tear!
Fold and Tear!
Every so often the edges 
With the holes placed every millimeter amuse me for atleast five minutes.
Jump to ten years later as I sign up for my first email through AOL.
Still my main for sure contact or solid way for anyone to reach me, I stand firm in its support.
Life trickles down into o the earth’s core where warmth and safety from the information super highway can be found.
Wait, so what happens if polarity introverts?

Oh the earth shoots a bunny

INT-EXT SHE?

In the world of introverts and extroverts, she is unknown
She adapts herself with the person she attaches to
Is this a real place for her to be grown
Or just a mere illusion, still to be known.

Is being an introvert glorified to know the inner-self 
Or an extrovert connects to the world nicely
But what if she doesn't know who she is herself
Writing this poetry to express her feelings precisely.

Teenage

under the sky, there is a teenage guy
       lots of problems, facing with the smile
       pressure on the head, future is ahead
       best becomes strange, strange becomes best
       no one understands, taking as a grant
       lost inner child, personality becomes wild
       living in own world, they call us introverts
       have trust in others, lost trust in loved ones
       some say selfish, some say mean
       it is okay we are in teen
       age of being lost, age of being developed
       at the same age facing the dual stage
       life turns up
       holding pencils to cigarettes
       drinking juices to alcohol
       talking sweet turns to 
       broken hearts , fear of love 
       life of a teenager, an unintelligible

Poetry In Time of Pandemic

FIRST - ACT I

                 stragglers,
                 mad of
                 pandemic...
                 introverts,
                 suffocated and
                 masked...
                 we livef
                 our neuroses
                 paralyzing...
                 no antidotes
                 no shelters...
                 only poetry in us
                 comforts like hypnosis
                 the body and soul
                 in symbiosis...

To My Fellow Lonely Introverts

1/

Sounding too easy
And too dangerous!
What by one leap of faith
Was proven; that's all.
'To live free is to live up
To one's potential'.

Self talk, encouraged
A world of doubt, by.
And a fear-world's. Your worst foe!
Friend, play deaf to it.
This air, so denied of, is
Death to one's spirit.

                      2/

As night succumbs to its fate
Heart, re-born, the day is come
To sing of your own in
A changeable faced world's bright, 
Benevolent turning.

Fear alone made it ugly!
Now this ghoulishness has cleared.
With that fog of despair.
Ere looms as a haunting thought
Forgot as a nightmare.

Beware Falling In Love With a Poet

"Beware falling in love with a poet"

Those who know
They are inaudible for others
When they meet they see themselves in each other

The" old kid " from fear he's not free
What does she think of me ?!
Maybe I am not fun as seen
People who write: professional overthinkers
 sometimes are mean
Fanatic introverts when they write or read
Indecent in their noisy silence; notions of grief.
I am just warning you of that me!

Maybe the ( so-called ) poet
Not romantic as seems
Boring filled with fear 
When he tries to protect 
His precious connections
With people he bleeds

He is not playing cool 
He's Worried to lose the state
His intellectual thoughtful mate
So, he preferred to act the fool

Written by: #Ramy_Heggy

Introverts Are Best

An introvert by birth,
I cannot talk for
I don't know what to talk.
I find nothing worthy of being talked.

Wanted to change myself...

Now I love my nature!

Most talkative persons are repetitive.

Talks can be misunderstood.

They can hurt emotions, 
drain away lot of time and energy

24th September, 2021

Overexposure

Setting limits --
a wonderful idea
  for small children

Limit their exposure to languages
  One language is confusing enough

Limit their exposure to computers
  They'll turn into anti-social introverts

Limit their exposure to the natural world
  So much dirt and disease out there now

Limit their exposure to family finances
  They'll have time for that later in life

Limit their exposure to fun and frivolity
  Life is so serious these days

Limit their exposure to people different from them
  They need to build a solid foundation first

And do not do what the Romans once did
Do not toss them on the side of a mountain
to see if they survive ~
  Limit their exposure to sides of mountains...

Pandemic Poetic Antidote

Scattered, or joined
                 maddened by
                 pandemic...
                 Introverts,
                 suffocated and
                 masked ...
                 We experience
                 our paralyzers
                 neurosis...
                 Without antidotes
                 without shelters ...
                 only poetry comforts us
                 as in hypnosis
                with body and soul
                 in symbiosis ... ...

Long Is the Day

long is the day
I went to bed at nine a bit early, but I was bored
fed up sitting in all day long, only punctuated going to the shops
where everyone wears a mask like they should be nurses
at mealtime.
People, in general, have stopped smiling no relaxing time
the distance between people deepens us more than physical
we are becoming strangers to one another.
A happy nation is becoming grumpy when waiting in line
at the pharmacy, a place of entertainment for the elderly.
Every TV station goes on about the coronavirus and which country
Leads in death numbers.
The USA has overtaken Italy on the fatality list, so it back to JB Fletcher
And old western movies.
We are becoming a nation of introverts. We are not Swedish
But Portuguese.

Introverts

While the extroverts clamor for fame on the run,
It is often we silent ones getting things done.
Although public attention we tend to evade,
We are regular people--just diff'rently made.

We the feelings and failings of everyone share,
But withdraw when exposed to society's glare.
Situations we measure before we proceed
And we solitude treasure, but friendship still need.

We were born with a reticence some think is rude,
And we're sometimes excluded because we're subdued.
Many wrongly conclude that if quiet, one's dumb;
But we introverts march to a mellower drum.

Although some of us bolder would be if we could,
By and large, we're content and consider life good.
We observe, without envy, our peers who are loud,
And existence enjoy while apart from the crowd.

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