Love Self-Doubt Poems | Examples
These Love Self-Doubt poems are examples of Self-Doubt poems about Love. These are the best examples of Self-Doubt Love poems written by international poets.
The night moves so slowly in an undulating slither
When you’re waiting anxiously alone in the dark,
Wondering where he is tonight, as if it really matters.
Your sacred beliefs about love will never be the same.
You feel you’ll never know how to truly trust again.
It’s too frightening to leave, too painful to stay
When your deceived and broken heart leads you astray,
Waiting for the next soul wrenching sin.
In the season of silence when no answers can be heard
You cannot even tell yourself the truth.
You simply wait, believing your heart-numbing death is near.
It's another wretched love affair, dripping with lies and satire.
It’s not worth your time; not worth your tears.
The lesson lies so deep inside, where your illusions will not go.
Betrayal is an icon of mastery used to steel your soul.
See it for what it truly is and no longer blame yourself.
There is a purer love that rises above the pettiness of this world.
The lesson is Learn to First Love Yourself. It frees you to carry on.
Just as you make me proud
I want to make you proud too
But I don't know what I doubt
That keeps me shackled to the ground
And prevents me from achieving my goals
Fear of failure grips me tight
As I fight to loosen its grasp
It has over my mind and soul
Dragging me down to depths of despair
Holding me back in inertia
Denying me to see pride shine
In the eyes of the ones I love.
Still searching for my permanent address,
seeking where I really live, fit in.
Suspended between life’s already-happened
and soon-to-be-memories moments.
Longing for a white-picket-fenced home,
landscaped in self-trust, self-respect,
with room for a full-of-love heart.
Instead, I discover a crumbling castle,
mossy, dank dungeon of the mind
imprisons me.
The jagged nettles of cruel abuse
doled out by my dark thoughts
pierce my soul.
Spirit sapped, barely staying alive.
Hope, in one tiny sliver of daylight
in the cracked castle wall,
penetrates the darkness.
When push comes to shove,
will there be enough shove left in me
to rise above,
to finally reside in happily-ever-after?
My choice.
What if I was someone else
Would I still be friends with myself?
Would I be the bane of my existence
Or would I love myself like I think I would?
They say perfects don’t exist,
Well, I’m a perfectionist.
What if I don’t become who I want to be?
Whilst surviving
Would I live?
Or would I cease to exist?
This is my latibule
But I wanna runaway,
Because
What if I was somewhere else
Would I long to be here
Or would I be content there?
This moment of epiphany overwhelms me
For what keeps me awake
Are what ifs on my existence
Wouldn't you love to know,
The love I failed to show;
Because I failed to see,
All the love in me.
Doubt that was branded,
By those heavy handed;
Who only commanded,
In the first degree.
They spawned indecision,
And lacked the precision;
To guide on my mission,
Out of gross misery.
The flames of desire,
Was meant to inspire.
To lift youself higher,
And set yourself free.
She is a prisoner of her own conviction
A self-imposed life sentence
Found guilty of scorn and self-doubt.
Often, she stands gazing intently into her mirror
Scrutinizing the entire reflection
Instead of the mirror encouraging her to love her beautiful self,
The reflection staring back disheartens her.
She wonders if these deep ingrained feelings will ever cease to exist.
She lies in wait, woefully, longing for the day
When her sentence comes to an end.
It’s such a hopeless, gloomy world
for those who walk about
without the confidence of mind
that takes away self-doubt.
But how can you fulfil your aims
if you remain inside,
protected by your prison walls
as in your mind you hide.
Waiting there for you to find,
although you fear to go,
is all the knowledge that you need
to help your spirit grow.
So take the plunge and break your cage,
all is not what it seems.
You need to face your inner fears
to realise you dreams.
You’ll find that once you’ve venture out
your fears will soon recede
and then you’ll reap the things in life
that you need to succeed.
In strength of mind you’ll graduate,
your confidence will swell
and very soon you’ll wonder why
you tied yourself in hell.
The world’s a place to grow and love
enjoyed by all mankind
so live it with a soul that’s free,
not shackled by your mind.
Ivor G Davies
Life's journey can be a dream come true
never give up on the positive
remember negativity comes from self doubt
love who you are & you will go far..
There comes a time
For every person
When you begin to question your worth.
Sometimes you question
The extent of your work.
Is it good enough?
Is it neat enough?
Is it captivating?
Will it create awe
In the reader’s mind?
Or will it sound dull?
Empty?
Boring?
Will they call it moronic
Or a delight?
How will I know?
Am I being ridiculous?
Is this just self doubt?
Or is this real?
Is there an ounce of truth
To my doubt?