Self Reflection Poems - Poems about Self Reflection

Doe In My Yard I glimpsed out my bedroom window looking for nature's signs giving me clues about what today will bring. A lone doe was nibbling on the southern lawn grass. She slowly raised her head, vulnerably held still for about 10 seconds, and resumed nibbling the grass. Her movement was graceful and relaxed. She stood...

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This place where I sit so unfamiliar to me this is not what I had imagined not what I expected this is not the path I was walking on must have slipped through a wormhole a mysterious splice in time and materialized stumbling on the other side or, somehow swept up into a tornado drifted on the blustery wind spat out viciously, just like Jonah to this...

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I look in the mirror, I see the defects of my soul, Shadowed by the flaws of my heart. Am I blocking the path of light that I see in my shadow's front? Do rumors define me, or can I break free? From the burdens of doubt, or is it the weight in me? In the darkness of the night,...

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What’s stopping you From being the person Who you want to be In this crazy world That we all live in? What’s stopping you From reaching the mountain top To complete every goal That you have? What’s stopping you From living your best life? What’s stopping you? What’s stopping you? What’s stopping you? What’s stopping you From being creative Through art? What’s stopping you From being creative Through music? What’s stopping you from being creative through textiles? What’s...

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She wondered, entering the sea, in fierce relentless rain, As the waves crashed hard against the rocks, would she see the sun again? Her life was dark now,like the sky that loomed a murky grey, Her body breathing in the air, as her legs, start to give way. Her head’s a torrid mass of thoughts, her heartbeat racing fast, With terror...

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Solitude a reliable friend, one that accompanies me to the world's end. He's quiet and shy, hidden away from others appearing only when I am alone, in the depths of the night. When I am left with just my thoughts, it comes and finds me, to support as i lay there on those silent evenings, deep in contemplation. He helps me clear my mind. In his embrace...

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I look around this life astounds transformational in many ways. I sing a song with the words all wrong my poor hearing is the reason why. I must confess to my love of breasts those of the winged and of my bride. Upon reflection I've faced rejection but not because I didn't try. Sometimes I ponder my mind does wander exactly what are the reasons why. Did I mention the implied intention was to assess just who...

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The Junkie How skillful yet your monstrous face, that hides your love and gayer part from all who dares to try embrace with tender care and open heart. In solitude you live this life, this burden self-denial’s hate; that chose you as companion’s strife remembrance of a happier state you laugh inside yet snide and bark to every soul that cross your way your voice an...

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In the silence of night, the soul stirs deep, In shadows where hidden reflections sleep. A man sits alone with thoughts that ache, Unraveling truths that the daylight forsake. Who am I? he asks in the hush of the dark, A flicker of wisdom, a soft, quiet spark. Through stars above and the stillness near, He confronts his flaws, his doubts, his...

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Selfless equipped with nobility and compassion Original can not be cloned, copied, or duplicated Unique wonderfully created one me Luminescence gifted firefly...

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I need a room of mirrors bright, To be surrounded by the light, Of winners gleaming all around, Their silent wisdom so profound. I do my crying in the rain, So heaven’s tears can hide my pain. For men like us will walk alone, Satan feared I'd carve my throne. In this age of looks, I still fall deep, For vibes that stir me...

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I see you, in the quiet moments, when the world fades to a whisper and it’s just you, breathing in the calm of your own presence. You’ve walked through storms, held your ground in the wind, even when your knees shook and your heart...

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I stare at myself through a display case, Defaming the shape and molds that I hold. Capture my face through a lens, Posting yet another layer that I’ll have to tear. Scripting these dreams so they’re easy to speak, sequenced in panels for the risk of retreat. I document my worth on compliancy, So tell me, please?! What’s my...

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Do I know you? No. You don’t know me. How can you when I don’t know myself? You know that I’m wearing glasses and have a pimple on my cheek. You know that I smile at the end of your sentences but don’t know that I’m not really listening, only hearing your pauses. ...

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It's that part of the year again, How many times has this happened? When did it start? I can’t remember. When my mind rages like a storm-tossed sea, And I sit, helpless, drowning, In waves that crash harder each time, Every time believing it's my last, Every time thinking I've survived, But I’m just left sinking, gasping. I am unchecked, I urge myself to seek therapy, To...

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