Self Poems | Examples of Self Poetry

Something I always think about Mostly, when I am going out I think to myself- check the list There might be something that I missed Brush my hair, my teeth...oh geez! Tissue paper- by chance, I sneeze If I leave...and do not come back For sure, I'd be...all out of whack...

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haunt me as i haunted your life, who was it that failed, did you fail as a father, or did i fail as a son. the tears i shed on that morning in January, do they compare to the tears you drank. leaving nothing behind only your blood. is it to late for me to apologise? consuming your death to fill the gaps...

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(Apropos Of Self-Reparation) It has been said that we must love others As we love ourselves, loving each other As does the Author of love in loving us all:- (Thus, be food for thought if hungry) Dwelling in the court of the inner sanctum Of contemplation, Sage mind of jurisprudence charged my poor soul...

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my arms remained open, but you were no where to be found. I tried ignoring you and the blood that claimed we were bound. retreat is a step away but my feet won't listen, inflated with loneliness I questioned you from that glass you glistened. you never answered. still with open arms, I asked you...

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On a moonless night riding back from my tired job I opened my wallet on the bus Giving the conductor a few bucks The conductor gave me a note and a coin I carefully placed the note in my wallet As it was time for the coin to join the fate of the note The coin slipped away through my careless...

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I feel all pasts, As if they were yesterday, Decades but minutes to my minds and feels. As if I were still two-tens and five, Rather than three-tens and two. Flashbulbs pulsed to songs played when youth was not yet known as youth. Is today youth? How could it be when youth was then? I still feel me, in your arms, And you in...

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life calls we pause to discern heart’s impulse as Self divine entwined then act in spontaneity fixating focus without effort in nonchalance on tasks that await fulfilling them with zest and zeal in this lucid dream...

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The light of Self, it shines always Find it in heart aflame Let us turn now, inward our gaze Since God-search is our aim How long will we wander On who we are ponder Truth’s within, not yonder Glows by itself The light of Self...

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as God’s divine spark we are resplendent with light veiled by thoughts clouding our sight cessation the way to reveal the light of Self in the cave of heart aflame...

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I don't get paid by the hour, I'm employed by a higher power, Blooming like a flower, Opening up to empower, It was never about the dollar, As I shower my world with wisdom, Breaking apart the old system, Abundance comes in with them, Taught to condemn ourselves, We keep dreams on shelves, As we...

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I really thought you had my best interest at heart. Now I see you were just playing the part. Never thought all you saw was a game to try and beat. Never actually attempting to get to know me. All you needed was to know I aim to please. And that I've searched my entire life to...

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To be a good father You already have to be a good man But apparently he couldn't be either guess it was just easier For him to be just like his father Him being a black father Made it harder The stereotypes That followed him around That policed He probably internally agreed He felt it must've...

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O soul unbound by pomp or praise, You walk the earth in humble ways— No jeweled crown, no trumpet sound, Yet peace and warmth in you are found. Where others rush with tangled aim, You breathe with calm, you speak with flame Of steady hope and open skies, A...

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To be safe is to find genuine peace with self and past. What you see is what you get— Originality borne of preparedness for incorrigible wrongdoing, And a tremendous conceit for error, Unbothered by those who misunderstand. To love is to nurse the pretense of caring For something beyond self, as one perhaps...

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I'm so conflicted, I can't find my way back home. I've been missing, I tried to save myself again. I've been wishing, A star would find this hole in me. My heart keeps skipping, down the road to a loathsome beat. I keep slipping, I'm so high I've lost my feet. The words their all missing, from everything I wanted to say. I'm so conflicted...

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