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.
a door opening
excitement gives way to doubt
opportunity
Friends
by Frank Daub
It was an open door
that, without sound,
called me in.
I stood with hesitation until I realized my sin
of never trusting.
I reckoned, in the human-only-way,
that such a friendly looking door
could only be surprise demand
of meeting expectations.
I saw only with my eyes
and not my soul.
Yet without entering through that threshold,
I somehow realized
That I could not be whole
enough to love.
Outside I waited, long enough
to shake the fear and take the chance
that there are friends inside,
friends to bring me song and dance,
to bring me dreams
to tell me stories of loving.
I entered then,
And enter every chance that comes,
To meet and sing and dance,
To know that I am home.
Ism isn't right, it's spite which stems from deep emotion
Welling up within the soul when we confront the notion
That someone somewhere is receiving what we think is ours
Bestowed on us from somewhere we think's written in the stars
BEING OF DIVINE DESTINY
Just look at you; doubt not yourself.
The mere mirror reflection of the external you,
Can not match the beauty, grace, and warmth
That so radiates from deep within your being:-
What’s within you is the “spitting image”
Of what God has willed true beauty to be:-
No longer ever doubt who and whose you are;
For you are a child of God, who can’t be doubted:-
Though you may not yet have become your will,
Remember, time is in the will of Almighty God;
And from time immemorial, His will has been done
Thus, be not disillusioned: divine destiny coming:-
We live in a world of so much doubt
lacking confidence is a constant seed
so many things contribute to this dilemma
'what can I do?' so many plead
Through the years, confidence has been short
having a stammer has contributed all the more
since infancy, this plight has been my lot
always looking for the key to that door
All the doors have always been locked
no matter how hard I tried, the key didn't turn
but in recent years, I've learned acceptance
the key was to accept me and not to run
At the end of the day, what does it matter?
believe in yourself, no matter what
how you speak, stammer, or fluent
your message gets there, however brought
All of this is really a triumph
one to look upon with pride
just believing you are able
knowing God is on your side
Whispers within the digital
The journey
The experience
Footsteps left behind
The walk through
Breaking barriers
Mind preparation
Dreams to master
Time after Time
Courage in confident
Assured on all bounds
Maneuvering through one’s own hour glass
Test of time
Quick and precise
Connection full of advice
Sometimes disturbing, but had to listen and carry on
The embracing sand of time
Footsteps left behind like blueprints
Accomplishment that followed
Sands upon sands of everlasting
Head up and walkout in confidence
When it comes to me, my personality, my attitude, my confidence, just me in general - It’s No Matter
It’s No Matter what you say - If you say I think I’m all dat - And do
It’s No Matter how you feel - If you feel I’m bossy, I’m demanding, I want things my way… No lies told, I’m not no regular degular, I’m da Goat, TF
It’s No Matter what you think - If you think I’m doing the most, that’s cause you doing da least
And when I say it’s No Matter, it’s No Matter!
So ion’t know what type of time you on and who don’t like it, but just know, I’m still gon do me. So if you got a problem with me, move around and find somethin’ safe ta do. Just saying!
SELF DEFENSE
Defend who you are:
Ensuring justice for you,
Live the you, you are:-
Take Care of Yourself.
Embrace the incredible responsibility of your own life!
Spread kindness, and do good wherever you can.
If someone mistreats you,
remember to walk away and set boundaries.
May the warmth of these thoughts bless you.
May the stars fill you with wonder,
So your days overflow with peace and abundance,
and may the gentle spirit within you cherish Earth!
Confidence has wings.
Confidence flings itself
between you and the bullet
time and again.
Confidence sings into
the unknown, flies ahead,
often lost from view.
Confidence are the names
of cities in California, Illinois, Iowa and Wisconsin,
because it was what they cherished,
had most of.
Confidence has strings-- golden fastenings
that bind us
to our course.
Confidence sings into discord,
unruffles feathers
that would have flown long ago.
Confidence is spring,
the sowing of seeds,
of summer’s abundance,
and into the fall, letting go,
purified by winter,
white and glistening,
fresh with mischief.
Confidence is the flower on a grave,
of a time to claim as our own,
our finest moments yet unknown
as a new journey begins.
He said that in odd years he's fat,
He can't be Olympian in that.
In years that are not,
He can't find the spot,
Or else he'd have gold by the vat.
SAILING TO GLORY
You can't rock my boat;
God’s my captain and rutter:
I am smooth sailing:-
Dress boldly with artistic flair
Let your true awesome self shine through
~ there’s nobody quite like you
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
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.
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.”