Personality Self Poems | Examples
These Personality Self poems are examples of Self poems about Personality. These are the best examples of Self Personality poems written by international poets.
Things don't always have to make sense because no one makes the rules
I can say and do things the way i want because i do what I choose
God has given me free will so who are you to take that away
There is no established rules when it comes to what i do and say
There does exist a right way but i want to take a different route
That's what makes us different from what comes up out of our mouths
What i do may not makes sense to you because that's what makes me, me
No two people are the same so you may not could see what i see
What you find tacky and ugly i might find as a treasure
What you find boring and sad might bring me untold pleasure
No one can dictate or tell another how to be
The one dictating might care a lot while the other one is care free
I'm easily amused and happy and can see a whole lot out of nothing
Just because a person has their ducks in a roll don't mean they actually have something
Maybe i like being weird and i might at times seem dense
But i really don't care that much about everything making sense.
(“A Moment of Grace aka The Empty Mirror”, 2024, original encaustic)
A Hollow Place
Sometimes it seems that who I am
Is nothing more than the dripping sediments
At the edges of a hollow cave
All the stalactites and stalagmites
Of a lifetime of experience
Calcified into a personality.
I may fool myself and even others sometime
With the wonders these shapes create
But in truth they are the mere dregs
Of all those formative years.
And what I’m really left with
When all the lights are out
And all the visitors gone
Is just the hollow place inside.
(11/24/24)
Natural
Some think it’s the beauty that makes the girl. They think it’s the glitz, glam, diamonds, and pearls. Others think that it’s her curls. Though they may whirl and swirl, they just don’t have that perfect twirl. Is it the money that makes the girl? Materialistic, but still a part of her world. No, it’s the music that makes the girl. The rhythms that make her move her feet. With a personality that presents itself to whoever she greets. It builds her up, it breaks her down. Her music of life can sometimes be a sweet sound.
Visual
Some think it's the beauty that makes the girl, they think;
It's the glitz, glam, diamonds, and pearls, they believe.
Others think that it's her curls, though they may whirl and swirl,
They just don't have that perfect twirl, they perceive.
Is it the money that makes the girl? Materialistic, it's true,
But still a part of her world, this we know.
No, it's the music that makes the girl, the rhythms that make her move her feet.
With a personality that presents itself to whoever she greets.
It builds her up, it breaks her down, her music of life can sometimes be
A sweet sound, a melody that sets her free.
Self-appointed mouse king was a huge success
He crowed to the world, standing on a robin’s nest
We rolled our eyes, for we know his personality well.
Some stuff he brags about doing are not so very swell.
There is an art to reading minds.
As their thoughts eclipse mine.
I have trouble with my own memories…
My own…
Kindness,
My own…
Selfishness,
My own…
Personality.
I am shaking and overwhelmed.
There is a sadness to reading minds.
There is a loneliness to reading minds.
So medication it is.
SELF PORTRAIT
To be objective about oneself is hard
All the others’ competing observations
Reluctant to let them into a conclusion
Yet one remains trapped in confusion
Despite all those awkward aberrations
A basic personality cannot be marred
To see a mirror image is just one view
A painted portrait offers yet another
But with no accuracy in introspection
It can always benefit from correction
It’s a close call from one’s twin brother
But for most, they do not have a clue
A photograph may capture one look
But underneath you know it’s unreal
That big fake smile, just for prosperity
As one waved goodbye to all sincerity
Never sure about how one may feel
So many characteristics in the book
A unique tattoo may carry a stigma
Identity may never be quite the match
Under hypnosis, one can be anyone
But as psychoanalysis has finally begun
Even if one is labelled a suspect batch
Who one may be, remains an enigma
Exploring and expressing our personality and emotions
Let's attract the beauty of life
Be bold and take a ride
Your strength determines your personality
Show your quirkiness
And make everyone surprised
Just go deep inside your soul
And see yourself as whole
Break the norms
That Stops you to come in your own form
You are you
Show yourself to the world
Don't get fear
Listen to your heart dear!
I took a personality test, it caught fire on question 17.
Sunshine in rain,
And midnights in vain.
Eyes are wide open,
But vision is already broken.
I appeared to you as a whole,
But you went slicing through my soul.
Taking you to a point of no return,
Witnessing the iced topping on every sinister burn.
Sympathy is asked by the weak,
Love and affection is all they seek.
We've come too far from this phase,
Every scar from my memory has already been erased.
But somewhere it's still residing inside of me,
Which won't let me set free.
It haunts me at every point of my existence,
Yet I proved out to be quite persistent.
This battle will continue until I flee,
And a new personality will take over me.
History as always will repeat itself,
And in this memory, I dedicate this turn of phrases to my dead self.
"Our seasons in life, like chapters in a book change, ebb and flow:
but, a light deep within us, though dim at times: always exists."
Quote by _Constance
Since a young child I have been a storyteller,
often, with just me and myself in imagination;
and now, today I am a writer- story "teller" ...
My tranquil spirit and soul always spinning a creation;
yet, my existence, my words, and telling can cause agitation !
Oh, they complain you have told us that a thousand times,
and how can we be sure this is really your reality?
I do admit quietly- that my words change sometimes ...
But, my message is existent! Lies, lies, they reply with brutality;
attacking me- my writing, existence and personality !
Little do they know that a light burns bright within me,
though, when I am hurt it becomes translucent and dim;
but, no matter what insult- I bend like a tree ...
My words written or said shining like a crystalline hymn;
and my imagination, aglow, ablaze, luminous to the brim !
I want to be able to like myself
see what those who love me see
Still why I dwell on those who hate
Is a constant mystery to me.
Negativity jealousy plain dislike
How is that force more strong?
Than pure and unconditional love
Somewhere it all went wrong.
I apologise for being me
For existing and having opinions
Somehow I believe I don’t belong
In someone else’s realms and dominions.
I have to learn, to love myself
Believe that I have worth,
Take the fundamentals and
Become more down to earth.
Live a simpler existence
Let my value truly shine
Immerse in positivity
Let my personality self-define.
Refrain from saying sorry,
No i mustn’t apologise
For being, breathing, living
The hardest habit to revise.
I guess what I am saying
Is it’s time to start anew
Overthrow the haters,
It is now we stage a coup.
Made to be special
By Michelle Morris
20/01/2023
There are mountains
Possibly older than my tears
But I was created from stardust
And will live longer in the Universe
There are billions of snowflakes
Unique in every way
But I was made to be special
From one of a kind magical clay
There are waters in the ocean
That run so very strong and deep
But I was given a precious soul
With deeper emotions and feelings
There are gemstones in the ground
Beautiful, rare and of varied pigments
But I was given a unique personality
To be a colourful rainbow of blessings
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Some of the elements of our personality
Are developed while still in the womb
Being evinced from the moment of our birth
It is this innate magnetism that draws us,
First, to our mother’s breast, then develops
Who and what we are, in family, in friendships,
Becoming a singular entity, unlike anyone,
Attracted, in likes and dislikes, to another.
What makes us personable? Desirable?
To be sure, no other surpasses our selfness
For we are without an equal in our reality--
Innate magnetism making me uniquely me.
Written October 16, 2022
Submitted to “Innate Magnetism” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
I used to be predator, wanting to save prey.
Recognizing my own rescuing personality in them.
Understanding their sorrow, which they cover up with mirth.
I could see the light in their eyes was diminishing.
Their soul was no longer their own.
I wanted to save them from their predator, usually a narcissist.
Of course, it was futile.
A narcissist is ruthless.
They see us as objects, dehumanize us.
I used to be a predator.
I expanded all kinds of energy.
Trying to rescue others
because I had once upon a time rescued myself
being a natural prey.