Note To Self Poems | Examples
These Note To Self poems are examples of poetry about Note To Self. These are the best examples of Self Note To poems written by international poets.
This poem is penned to my sartorial self,
about wardrobe clothes on the rail or the shelf,
replica football shirts, too tight, too small,
threadbare cord trousers, I don’t wear at all,
now for recycling with all the rest,
while saving my smart shoes and suit just for best,
too many old clothes that I’ll never wear,
though some could be fixed with a minor repair,
soon I’ll be whistling a different tune,
when I sort my wardrobe out, some day quite soon,
into black bin bag with labels on top,
I’ll be best friends with the charity shop.
Grasshopper, you have learned in time,
All that’s poetry does not rhyme,
And now you must also learn to see -
All that rhymes is not poetry.
For my new job, I gotta get used to getting up early
with plenty of rest, and a big breakfast, so I'm not surly
Self help does not always help self,
Self indulgence could be hazardous to self,
Self advertising can create ego too big for self.
Self awareness comes before improving one self,
Self diagnosis does not make a happy self,
Self doubt is no excuse for isolating one self.
Capturing memories
With a net full of holes
Tends to let slip the good ones
And leave only trolls
Focus on treasuring
The joys that you feel
Instead of rehashing
Wounds that won’t heal
Pull happiness inwards
And let it take root
Be generous with others—
Kindness bears fruit
When your spirits are bright
And and you’re in a good mood
Find someone who’s touched you
And express gratitude
Put down the net
Let your emotions fly free
Don’t let fear crush you
Peace out, and let it be
Dear Self,
I know you struggle and life gets tough sometimes
But in case you didn't know,
I'm here to tell you that you are a good looking, and smart man
I really appreciate you for beings strong, and transparent
The world sees you and everything you do, even when you feel invisible
Even though you can be stubborn at times
I admire your heart, and your willingness to love even after being discarded, and forgotten is admirable
I'm very very proud of the man you've become knowing that you've grown to acknowledge your worth.
With love from Nsideout
Encamped in the local IHOP patio
Doing reconnaissance on the butter pecan syrup
I discern its malicious, aggressive intentions:
To march defiantly down Mt. Stack
And wage a ruthless attack on
Defenseless over-easy eggs
Acting quickly, I wield my fork
Digging trenches in my pancakes
I flank the enemy, staving off
This unprovoked act of aggression
Victory!
Only in that moment do I lift my eyes and notice
A brood of young sparrows
heralding their hunger
The chevron of hang-gliding geese silently
sailing to destinations unknown
Majestic Monarchs flitting
stoically southward
And rival suitors:
An iridescent hummingbird and an industrious bee
Romantically pursuing myrtle blossoms
The canopy of cerulean blue
And all the life within its realm
Resolves my thoughts from war to peace
Note to self:
Don’t forget to look up
I’ve been told that Loving is silent. Whoever coined that had forgotten about the battles, the blood, the breathlessness it causes. To love is to completely lose your person and build a new you with the remnants of your soul. To love is to leave your mind and fall over backward for someone who might not exist in your future.
I've been told that Love is easy. What about the bloodshed, the agony, the pain, the fear, all this and much more. To love someone is making space for their needs in your compact home of a heart. To love someone is to love them properly and thoroughly and leaving no space for you to love you.
I’ve been told that to Love is to Live. If it is at all to live then why am I awake at this hour feeling miserable. To love is to stay awake when you should really be sleeping, to be right there, standing for him, waiting, with your fingers crossed and hoping that he finds his way back to you.
To Love someone is to let go of yourself, completely, and I am not ready for this bargain.
What dwells deep in my mind is "deedle dust"
Oh yes, scrape them off to remove the rust
You know, just the ones that I discussed
Try to shine them up, only if you must
Let's keep 'em here in our secret trust
There's no sense at all being rushed
Some wise humility always just seems just
Dear self /
Please realise that There is a mighty chasm between the things I want ‘
and the things I Actually need .
*Image of 4 Seasons by Flickr.
Note To Self
The searing sun refreshed the summer breeze,
Warmth a burst of colors strewn on felled leaves,
Pretend not but be pleased soon the course freeze,
Imparts the promised spring through budding trees,
Observe that the witnessed whose eyes did seize,
The four measured portions of the well-pleased.
2019 August 29
Your a damn Monster
Got too much to offer
Forget a screw up
Your gonna move up n conquer
Your smarter, stronger and work harder
Than anybody that has ever walked the
Earth, worth way too much to your team
For them to respond to a trade offer
Your a flat out winner
Who's value can't be measured
You can weather whatever storm
Mother nature sends ya
Anytime they test ya
You pass with flying colors
You understand things
That cant be described to others
Your the truth,
And anoybody that trys
To tell you any different
Cant provide the proof
You got absolutely
Nothin to prove to no one
If they think you do
Just refuse to show em
Your the destroyer of doubt
The employer of clout
The mother****** man
That performs when it counts
It's your world, everyone else just living in it
& you let them do it rent free, they should feel indebted
If the they feel any different,
you should be offended
Your John Conde
The man the myth the legend
You dont need a reputation
A reputation needs you to gain acceptance
Life is pain
a splendid tattoo
as with all pain
I grin and bear it too
for what more than pain
makes life so tangible
the experience of being
being surely unregretable
2010.12.26
I often burn both candle ends,
Striving to improve my writes ...
Often at the slight of friends,
Making muse of lonely nights.
Honing craft is righteous cause,
Though a heavy cost, neglect ...
Best to grieve creative flaws,
Retaining friends ... and self-respect.
Not that good because I whipped it up in 5 or 10 minutes. Eh whatever.
Be kind
To compliments, don't be blind
Do your best
Remember how much you are blessed
Be sensitive to others' needs
Perform at least one good deed
And, last but not least,
Work hard enough that your brow is creased