Self Talk Poems - Poems about Self Talk

Psychological Warfare

The relentless enemy, from a trench,   
Wages psychological war.
Against the barrage, your teeth clench 
As he fires shots you can't ignore.  

You are not good enough; you must do more.
You are inadequate, for sure. 
Better yet, don't get up from the floor.
You're bound to fail, simple and pure.

Your foe escalates with a

Harry Lived In Negative Self Talk

Harry was lowborn.
He felt ashamed and subnormal.
Hapless, luckless, useless his parents told him.
His self-talk was negative. Loser, fool, creep.

Sally fell in love with Harry.
She saw his goodness, his empathy, his compassion.
She did her best to build him up.
But he could not change his opinion of himself.

She was good.
He was bad.
It would not be fair to

Self Talk

A observer of people in this Society I've  notice routinely  have conversations within themselves are etched crazy. Self Talk
Is it because it seems no one cares to listen? Or one is to preoccupied within themselves. Self Talk
Exhausted  maybe? because of one's hidden agendas presumably? Self Talk
Someone once said Self Talk is an

Negative Self Talk

It's the internal
dialogue within one's mind
with oneself to guide.

It's that thought what stops,
diminishes one’s desire
to take correct steps.

It spoils confidence
in one's ability to
reach the potential.

To stop negative
self talks, needs to fend them off
by change of thoughts flow.

Need to substitute them with
more positive suggestions .
~X~X~X~


Poetic Form:: Haiku Sonnet
The basic premise of the haiku sonnet is simple:
4

Self Talk

when loneliness converts to solitude

emptiness grants company

for heartfelt contemplation

complements Yin with Yang

without chatter and restlessness

silence speaks volumes

as I listen to my tune


24th March 2021

Self-Talk

Relax
It is only
for this time that we live
testing the fiber of our faith
Repeat
All of life will be satisfied
from butterfly to bee.
My gods got it.
Let go.

5/7/20

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Self Talk

The blindfold slips away under currents of corrosive tears

	Shadows line myopic eyes in blistering haze

Cataracts melt sightless accusations and brooding incisions

	A flickering candle waxes and wanes the stare

Monosyllabic lines dance repetitions in the moribund chorus

	Sound out how far boundaries of sanity refrain

A masked persona reverberates and berates piercing doubts

	Red hot pokers reveal a babble of

Self Talk

The voice you hear the most
Holds the most power,
And what it says
Is the most important.

Kale Brereton
April 10, 2019


www.thefreethinkinghuman.com

Self-Talk

Hold me down, then watch me rage.
Hold me back, I'll disengage.
Control me, and I'll just rebel.
Challenge me, I will excel.
Simplify me, but I'm complicated.
Fitting in is overrated.
You can't limit me with your low expectations.
My confidence matches my high aspirations.
I'll stand out despite your suppression.
I can't blend in. I am the exception.
Knock me down and leave me with bruises.
I'll rebound from

He Used To Call Me Hood

In my head is a little green monster who wants to put me down.
He has a pointed purple tail, and he wears an angry frown.
He says such mean things to me, he used to keep me mad and sad.
Now when he starts up, I barely hear him, and this is rather rad.

He used to call

It Is Impossible Says Your Morose Self

It is impossible, your morose self says. 
Do not try it. 
You will fail.


Your joyful self laughs at morose's silliness. 
We can! 
She says.
We do! 
We will! 
Let's start this second.

But wait, sad sack morose self says. 
Do I not get a say?


You already did, joyful self reminds him.
Usurping him in every way.

Thank God!

Playing Poem-Making Today

Playing poem-making today. Twisting my brains into position. 
They are resisting in no way, realizing grown up Caren is in charge here.
I start a little gorilla missive.
It is going along nicely, and I am humming the rhythm.
Pleased with myself.

Suddenly two of my childhood dendrites grab it, throwing roller skates on it.
They turn my darling purple

The Ventriloquist Voice

Thousand thoughts rummage the grey fluff.
Gloomy, godawful voices thump in self-talk
"I'm an idiot, a loser,...... it's all my fault".
Autopsies of the past, tear my flesh,
Regrets of a decade, devour my heart.
Rant of betrayals suffocate my breath.
Capricious sentiments egg me to a wreck.

Loud conch shells stalk me in heavy weight.
I sink in the abyss of "What'll

Forced Myself To Pinken My Day

Today was pink yellow and orange.
Started out red and purple
Concentrating on sore throat
Oh woe is me
I am unhappy
Why me?

Remained dour for hours
Until I forced myself to pinken 
By picking up a canvas
Lost in the colors for a few hours
Forgetting my sore throat

Orange on my finger now
Coaxes a smile as I 
Remember the yellows
And oranges that

Fantastical Self Talk

Crazy
Kooky
Silly
Charming
Fabulous fantastical maker
Seated on self-discovery throne

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