Inner Self Poems | Examples
These Inner Self poems are examples of Self poems about Inner. These are the best examples of Self Inner poems written by international poets.
focusing on me
inner thoughts and emotions
putting myself right
my personal growth
a time for self-reflection
aligning purpose
let negative go
grasping life's positive
becoming happy
asking God for truth
for the power to follow him
guidance in beliefs
Reflect, it does, with inner thoughts
That flow from soul to heart, then mind,
To form an image that will show
A gift to be interpreted
By how we think the mystery-
Displayed as sadness or as joy,
Unveils its visions, dark or bright,
And strikes a chord with how we feel.
The mirror of a crafted poem-
Reflects each reader differently.
Outter beauty doesn't even begin to reflect your inner beauty
I lose myself in my surroundings only to find my true inner self
Everyone dresses to impress but it's the inner heart and soul that shows true beauty
Is my emptiness a mere barrenness?
Is it my inner vacuum and void?
Isn't it freedom from ego's harshness?
Is, in that, my me-ness mere celluloid?
Fullness is the blossoming of consciousness;
It's the pervasion of Brahman within.
There's, in it, an orchid of moral sense;
From its wholeness springs every loss and gain.
Fullness is the divine that drives my soul;
It's my self-image and enlightenment.
It's this that wins my existential goal;
In it, the rainbow of life is brightened.
The sacred void becomes the spirit’s shrine,
Where inner silence wakes the light divine.
First comes Serenity, born of sunlit air,
From Latin's serenus, meaning clear and fair.
It is the soul's untroubled, cloudless sky,
Where storms of passion pass and gently die.
It is not born of circumstance or place,
But from a deep and internal state of grace,
An inner sanctum, where the spirit thrives,
And in acceptance, finds the peace it strives
To know. Serenity's a quiet art,
A settled calm within a trusting heart,
That even when the world is filled with strife,
Remains a constant, steady flame of life.
It is the core of stillness, deep and wide,
The tranquil center where our truths reside.
There's a light within light; flame within flame...
There's a bloom within bloom; earth within earth...
There's space in a room; each cruise has an aim.
There's awareness dwelling in my mind's firth.
My chit, pure awareness beyond my mind,
Doesn't roam like my physique and psyche;
Though my thoughts and feelings are intertwined,
"I-am-ness" triumphs like the goddess Nike.
The eye of my eye sees when I wake or sleep.
It's always aware of my awareness.
Cognizance of my consciousness delves deep
into the vast vistas of my fulness.
If inner mirror blooms with timeless grace,
Am I the watcher, or the ghost I chase?
To Thine Own Self always stay Resolute
Shine Bright, Shine Wise, Always in Absolutes
Never Waiver, let Courage be Always Thine
for where a Sword shall Glisten, there Thy Light Shall Shine
Blaze Bright forever in Rectitude's
so, I shall Glisten, in Wisdom, so I shall Conquer lifes Vicissitudes
Guide Thy Way when Thy Inner Lamp Wanes
so, I shall stay the course, and never lose Hope, like a Prince and Thanes
Stoke the Sage
so when the Cage Rattles, I shall not be Rattled in Faith
Fuel Thy Flame, so by Bonfires I shall Set Aflame
through the Dark Knights Of The Soul towards Heavens Gates,
To Thine Own Self, Always Believe, even when no one does
So, I shall Know Peace, when I Bid Riddance, to all that was
I renewing of my inner being
my inner thoughts
tangled within spider web
fighting to survive
My voice is really unique
you'll know it's me when I speak.
Quite easy to recognize
even when I poetize.
I'll express my inner thoughts
prose or rhyme are my transports.
Therefore my voice shall be heard
loudly through my written word.
Inner self craves quality time.
Protect your golden opportunities at all cost.
Be gentle and pace yourself.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Learning to meditate is empowering.
Aiming to free one's mind at will.
We master our inner realm.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2026
Not carved with earth, but born of fire,
Stardust, your beauty I desire;
Rough and wild is the world outside,
An inner glow I try to hide,
But stardust falls, a silver rain
Washes away clean, my soul`s pain,
Tames me, stamping on me a stain.