Self Poems | Examples of Self Poetry

when identity recedes heart lotus blooms and love leads bliss pheromones then mingle making our soul’s eye single in time we become the flame whence we’re no longer the same and in time the ego dies paving way for truth’s sunrise the world fades, we alone are shining like yonder North Star, formless presence, living light lustre pure and bright snow white Self vibrates...

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Faintly the church bell tolls On the hour, faintly she sighs She cries out to the Lord About the how's and whys She's a women (Some say she is scorned) Most don't see the women I see A lover with love she's adorned She can smile in the sun And hide in the moon But when she has a sad I feel our hearts rhythm...

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In this abyss, where senses fade, A labyrinth of fears, eyes stick to spade A choice self-made, a soul betrayed, In pale moonlight, a tearful price is paid Man without a shrine, longing for time, A barren altar, with no falter, heart in chains, Death’s embrace, leaves no trace, Echoes remain, whispering in pain. Silence. No more pain. In bleakest dreams, her face indiscernibly...

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I burn the midnight air with questions, Thin syllables crack like bones in the dark. No teacher waits behind the door— Only the echo of my own demand. A hunger sharper than teeth, A solitude that bruises the ribs, The patience to swallow dust and ashes, To peel silence back until it bleeds. Books are stone fruits, bitter in the mouth, I crush them...

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The poems that weep with grief The one that bleeds a sadness unnoticed The ones that grieve the erasure of colour I wish I didn't have to write poems To convince you of our pain The one that stains every word on every page The ones that can't bleed out of existence The ones that break and...

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Animals may live in bliss, yet as such it is remiss on our part not to explore, the way to God through heart’s door. Since mind has limitation, peace as our meditation, positions us in the void, where we’re not by thoughts decoyed. In time stretched calm, ego’s shorn, whereupon we’re reborn, feeling bliss ignition start, deep in the cave of our heart. As we come into...

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along our spine we feel cool heat mirroring the frontal lobes essence of presence is upbeat light of Self glistening in white robes we are awake and yet in trance in our form bliss mists patrol nodes within in joy prance we are still, God is in control...

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They called it stone. We called it signal. The Great Pyramid— not a tomb, but a beacon, wired into the pulse of the cosmos. It stands at Portal 1313, its apex aligned with the 13th galaxy beyond Andromeda, where star councils whisper in light. Its limestone breathes geometry. Its shadow measures eternity. Our pineal gland, once unclouded, was the antenna— we spoke to Sirius, we dreamed with Orion, we danced across...

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You ask me why I live in cave Caveman not want to be a slave I take a chance and look around I see that people act like clown Your little ones you not take care You always running here and there You drop them off at crazy school No discipline when they break rule They spend their time in front of screen You...

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Reflection catches My guilt . I lose the trust In whatever , God, I pray too. I need a release , I need to take the seat I need to Stare back at Me. Eyes opening a grave. Don't won't to Be IN THE WAY. I'm red, in chains Im Covered , In dirt Unburied Me slowly. I'm...

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The highest truth is God unmanifest, one without a second, outside space-time, resplendent in pristine glory undressed, renews Himself in Himself as heart’s chime. As subjective awareness all alone, energy absolute held in Himself, vibrant and blissful, occupies His throne, existing thus as the absolute Self. A playful intent in heart arises, to behold His splendour in a mirror, shape shifting reflection that surprises, each appearance...

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Our identity within existence, which reworded, simply means the ego, pursues narrow goals, which is resistance, to attachments we are loathe to let go and therefore truth of Self we do not know. Such a seeker ascends in vibration, domain hopping across God’s creation. Siddhis or powers imbibed and displayed, keep such a seeker distanced from the source, shifting roles, in different domains played, until...

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Jack 171 27 May 2025 I’m Christopher Columbus, exploring my mind, because no one else has I’m precise, when rambling on, towards the point I’m simple, while being extremely complicated I’m intelligent, but capable of absolute stupidity I’m a stick of rock, with the message of fairness I’m focus so deep, that sometimes I’m not physically there I’m infinite beginnings, with much fewer...

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Jack 155 10 Mar 2025 I met my younger self today He insisted it was at the pub He needed to be comfy and had much to say I declined his offer of a pint Declaring I’m good with the water, thanks anyway He insisted, come on have a beer, it’s what we do I told him, one day he will know, he...

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In a rather egotistical and pathetic attempt to immortalize myself, in something I lost, everything. And now that I’ve burned all of my bridges and I’m drowning, the only thing I have left to do is work. And it's not working. And the only ones praising my work are little kids, the same age I was when I broke everything. Lucky me. I watch them do the same foolish things, reaching for...

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