Self Poems | Examples of Self Poetry

“I contain multitudes.” Walt Whitman ************************************************************** Multiplicity of the Self ...

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I woke with blood in my mouth and no memory of the scab that sealed the rasure. I’m cat-spitting dog-growling peregrine-divebombing rooster-flogging badger-flipping hornet-stinging wolverine-ripping mad. I fired the sun for showing up late cursed the fridge light until yogurt soured in terror. God called I let it ring twice. The therapist said breathe so I swallowed my tongue now I speak in the language of things with canines. coyote-howl syntax vulture-vowel decay the guttural grammar of...

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Heaven or yet beyond, where do we wish to dwell? Heart’s desire is soul’s aim, as we seek, so it is, fulfilled in life’s end game. Heaven or yet beyond, is the question we’re asked; ‘beyond’ meaning no form, where all that is is Self, deprived of love’s bliss storm. Heaven or yet beyond, concept unknown to mind, so let’s first discover, the light of Self within, as God’s...

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check the way we look seems we were mistook notice vast space wink when with it we link the way we begin from space looking in feeling not thinking focus unblinking as we so evolve space and time dissolve pheromones mingle our eye is single within each atom God’s the substratum known when we are still whence voids within fill ego illusion causes delusion our meditation is thought cessation nodes within align let light...

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Checked by www.howmanysyllable.com>syllables_counter ************************************************************** The Inner Light ...

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The Stubborn Heart” Stubborn as stone, he stands his ground, Words like rivers, he won't let them drown. Eyes set firm, with fire and pride, Even truth must wait till he's tried. He sees threats wherever he may go, Every word—a weapon poised to throw. Sharp as knives, his cold replies, Send chills down spines and truth to lies. He hides his pain, but...

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(“The Longest Journey”, 2020, original encaustic) Along For The Ride The older I get the less I seem to know Or even care And the more I feel a somewhat detached Observer. I’m okay with this Simply because there is no alternative Although I’m sure a doctor could give me Some drug or hormone to change my view. And being okay with it, Not resisting or...

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A black girls stance on self love Is one not often understood One that take years of healing One that understands the process of feeling Because in a world that shoves hate down our throat You can't be surprised when we swallow the bare minimum The relationship between a black girl and herself Is one not...

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They always have said become one with your self Be your own happiness instead of needing someone else Don't allow anyone to be your strength or your lifeline Be content with yourself by having good me time When you think about it those statements are true and less stressful Less drama and misunderstandings which are painful No need to...

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A bouquet of fresh air never fades. In an intimate setting. The ocean is veiled in secrecy. Murmuration's breathtaking patterns. Starlings moving as one entity. The ego is a third party. Your secret admirer. Harmony without effort in nature, dreaming up a vast green pasture. This is no ordinary slumber. Sweet, rose-colored winds of change, The ocean is an incompatible weather vane. Dread and dream...

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She sees through her closed eyes Whispers of the universe awaken her soul Even when she's asleep! She travels in Astral world She goes places with her eyelids closed! She's the eyes that sees all. The ears that hears silence rhythms! On the tallest mountains She walks tall. She's lowered yet heightened She's the tale from ancient stories. She remembers her...

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Immersed in this matrix of space and time, bemused by desires, we’ve drifted afar but if we listen, we’ll hear God’s bliss chime, revealing to us who we truly are. Made in God’s image, we are living light, eternal, at peace and feeling complete, awareness self-aware, vibrant and bright, standing erect, mirroring God’s heartbeat. Sin stems from ignorance but when truth’s known we then...

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God is the flame Who lights all lights, wherein the truth when we cognise, beyond space time, peace that delights, is our Self, which we realise. Back to form, to see God in all, dwelling deep within each form’s core, entwined with gong of Om’s love call, within heart resounds bliss beat’s roar. When sense of separation ends, meaning we transmute as the...

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Shining as Self and knowing who is God, laudable no doubt but not quite enough, unless wisdom dawns in mind-body pod and all cravings of ego we rebuff, giving love a nod in our heart now thawed, awareness self-aware, free of mind stuff, for unless we break free from every chain, we’ll be born on earth again and again....

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I hear again and again, of people searching for what is real, Looking for the answers that they seek is like climbing up a hill. Their truth and their authentic self, they seldom if ever will find, If all they do is listen to others and never use their mind. Based on the things I’ve seen and heard;...

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