Confidence Self Poems | Examples
These Confidence Self poems are examples of Self poems about Confidence. These are the best examples of Self Confidence poems written by international poets.
I remember! I recall how good– no,
how great it feels to feel so good!
I remember the bright colours
in the rainbows after a storm.
I remember the trees, the rivers, the critters,
the peace of our world.
I remember how to get excited,
to have goals and plans– fantastic dreams!
I remember the love I feel from my friends, family, pets,
loved ones, who I’m lucky to have.
I remember that I can be grateful for all of
the simple things that I am graced with in this life.
I remember to create, to write, and to draw,
to bring about something new.
I remember the stars as they twinkle overhead,
specks of light in the dark of night.
I remember that I can care for myself,
love myself as much as I do for others.
I remember the joy I find in a good book,
in getting dressed up, in delicious food.
I remember flowers and rocks and bees,
all of the tiny things I love to notice.
I finally remember how to live vicariously,
how to enjoy and embody the free spirit inside.
Dress boldly with artistic flair
Let your true awesome self shine through
~ there’s nobody quite like you
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When you believe in yourself you can't lose
No approval needed to do as you choose
If they don't like it thats fine because you do
Whatever you do is not necessarily for their view
You don't perform actions to get their attention
Be your own fan with no need to be mentioned
The highest rank ever reached is the one you set
Making your own standards as high as it can get
Try doing things that makes a deep impression
Impressions on yourself from your own expressions
Comparing yourself to others is one way to fail
Do all things in such a way that no one can tell
Opinions can be cherished but not what you need
Belief in yourself is the reason you succeed.
Echoing Silence
I
Isolated in an echoing unending room
Where loud noises destroy the silence
Breaks the confidence into million pieces
Nobody wants to pick the entire brokenness
II
Drowning under the shallow regrets
Unable to go further, not even a single step
Both hands are tied up and mouth is covered
No time to think clearly, nobody wants to listen
III
Loud voice, breaking the unbearable silence
Digging the root of uncontrollable violence
Crying from the distance, not once, twice, but till hundreds
Looking for hand to hold, and someone to be with
IV
But sun never kissed the sea, even winter never meets the fall
One mistake in life delivers an affliction
Both cry and laugh, the value is a gemstone
But echoing the truth, still silence holds the dominion
I was born in the smoke of silence,
where names were weapons,
and love came laced with barbed wire.
They said I was too much,
too loud, too raw,
a wildfire in a world of trimmed hedges.
But I learned to speak in embers,
to write with the heat of survival,
to stitch my wounds with verses
that refused to bleed quietly.
From the ashes of hate,
I rose—not polished,
but blazing.
Resilience isn’t soft.
It’s the roar beneath the whisper,
the spine forged in fire,
the poem that dares to exist
when the world says “don’t.”
I've been to dark places
I've lost myself and all the basics
I've crawled on my hands and knees
Fighting to stand up again
Gritting my teeth
Tears down my face
I will never be the same
No one will be in my way
I've backed down from battle
I've fought for love and lost it all
I've hiked the muddiest mountains
Proving the strength my body has
Restless heart rate
Mind set strong
I will never be the same
No one will be in my way
I've had my heart torn out and given away
I've hurt myself thinking No one would care
I've reserved my head, heart, and body
Believing other the only way to heal
Silent noise in my head
Cardiac thunder through my chest
I WILL NEVER BE THE SAME
AND NO ONE WILL STAND IN MY WAY
I am enough!
DESPAIR NOT
Root not in despair,
be in the reaping of God’s
fruits of healing grace:
Glorified in your progress,
continue plowing onward:-
You deserve everything you don’t think you do
The sentence is heavy, yet the sweet truth
It shows us how little we think of ourselves
In another’s eyes, we’re the best they can see
The things you deserve, the things that are yours to claim
Aren’t decided by your looks, your money, or your fame
We choose a path, and write our destinies
We bake our desserts and create our recipes
Each day is an opportunity to experiment and play
Break the box you’re in, throw the walls away
The tapestry of your life is not fully frayed
Stitch it together, there’s no need to be afraid
"If you put a really small value upon yourself, rest assured that the world will not raise your price." --Anonymous
Hard to be a humble soul
In a world of silver and gold
Some rather tweet than to speak
Others prefer cookie cutters than unique
Self esteem is like a boat's sail
Without it more likely to fail
It’s ok to ride tides pride
Yet still stay humble on inside
Always believe in what you can do
It resides deep inside of you
Don't let other people take you down
They are there just to watch you drown
You are so much more than they can see
No telling who you will grow to be
Never give in to the things they say
Prove them wrong in every single way
You are more than you can conceive
All you have to do is just 'Believe'
Once you start believing it too
No more limits on the things you will do
To be safe is to cozy up with your past,
Like that old sweater you can’t throw away—a bit frayed, but a blast!
What you see is what you get—
A masterpiece of chaos, like a cat's hairball at your feet,
Born from the brilliant art of dodging responsibility,
And a grand delusion that mistakes are just "creative beats.”
To love is to pretend you care, oh dear,
For something outside yourself—like that plant you forgot to water, I fear.
Yes, most religions have turned this into a thriving market,
Selling “selflessness” like it's the latest fashion—what a racket!
Stained with the colors of thought and wishful dreams,
Dulled by contemplating cultures—you know, the usual schemes.
And if you ponder long enough, who knows?
The future might just wink at you—but only if it shows!
But man—oh, what man dares to take a peek,
At his own quirky quirks, his blunders, and, let’s face it, his cheek?
He is king at heart, ruling with a laugh,
In this comedy of life, where we all play our part—just look at the staff!
I’ve learned to move through this world
at a pace that feels honest to me—
not slow, not fast, just real.
People mean well, I know.
They offer paths, perspectives,
suggestions shaped by their own lived truths.
Sometimes I listen closely, sometimes I don’t.
But I’ve come to understand
that I’m allowed to choose when I open the door.
Not out of stubbornness,
but because not everything fits
the shape of my life.
Engaging isn’t something I’ve subscribed to,
it’s something I offer…
and only when it’s right.
My silence isn’t avoidance,
it’s trust in myself, a space I keep clear
so I can hear what matters.
And if I do step in,
if I join the conversation,
take the advice, follow the lead,
it will be because something inside said yes,
not because I felt I had to…
not because I was expected to.
That choice, that freedom,
is how I stay sincere, valid,
and true to myself.
“The Prismatic Self"
As I lay in my bed trying to figure out what to write
My mind goes blank and my creativity is way out of sight
The need to write the perfect poem and rhyme
Keeps me from getting anything done, until I have run out of time
“Why can’t I just write like I would any other day?”
Because the thought of the contest continues to lead me astray
My mind can’t stay focused on the task at hand
So I start to do other things that were not planned
Eventually I start to get into the mood
Then I get hungry, so I get up to eat some food
The reason I go through this process each time I write
Is because It feels really good when a spark of creativity takes flight
I always finish what I started, even if it takes a while
The stress and inner turmoil is worth it, if I can make someone smile
So if you were to ask me why I write and embrace the stress
I would have to say it’s because of the people I may impress
So now as I lay in my bed trying to figure out what to write
The mirror in my mind stays at ease knowing that the end is in sight
I may repeat the horrific steps all over again
But my creativity is a stage and I hold the pen.
Self Esteem Ode
You look at me and judge me
You hear me and you leave
But I don’t care
You may trample me with your insults
But I don’t care
I figure you have something I don’t
Or maybe I have something that you lack
But whatever the case may be
My head will stay high
I am proud of who I am
So what do you think?
As long I think I am good
That is all that matters to me
So I hope that one day you understand
That you are not better than me
You may have more skills
But you don’t have one very important thing
That thing that makes you worth it
So if you ever want to be as good as me
Try to have more of that self love
You don’t need money
You don’t need looks
You don’t need skills
What do you need?
You need self esteem
The feeling of love towards yourself
What I have and you don’t
What makes me better than you
What makes me more than you
Because I my friend, am the face of confidence
Courage and confidence, like lifeblood, flow in me.
From life-giving streams, waters of wisdom I drink.
In scowls of my foes too, beams of smiles I can see.
With my flawless faith, all my endeavors I link.
I wipe off my conflicts as though they are sweat drops.
Graces, like dewdrops, kiss me with a gentle touch.
Compassion in me like the monsoon rains drizzle.
Kindness grows and flourishes like palms on hilltops.
For stumbling blocks and obstacles, I don't fear much.
With the passion of selfless love, I sizzle.