Selfness Poems | Examples

What is your confidence?

You may notice someone in power
Wealthy in either financial fortune
Or social freedom, or popularity
That makes you feel inferior to keen

Thereafter, you wonder the reason
Underlying all the distinction between
You and them, and effort for alteration 
But for whatever reason, you fail to gain

Thereafter, you turn to loose hands
And show obedience by pretending
No jealous of others luck and setting in
And forcing  yourself hypocritically
Obey and flirt them by forbidding your mind
Of being dignitaries and persistence in truths
To be in cavity alike pets and tools
Without selfness and auto dominance

The doings you act are biologically right
Aside from being morally wrong
As evolution says , the doctrines are urged:
The finner you adopted to the environment
The greater chance you win the competition

But where are the moralities then?
Come on! they are hiding in your soul
Wondering when you  are going" to be"
Charitable person, otherwise, hooligan!
Then tell me, what's your confidence
As a human who is morally sound
While also biologically win?

her sense of selfness

some tried to put her into boxes
wanted to hang labels on her
she punched her way out
kicking and shrieking her truth
we marveled at her sense of self

She Is the Complete Package

She is the complete package
Her clothing and her hair are just so
She has a confidence that oozes into the room
Her selfness is contained, calm, and curiously attractive.

I stare at her, wondering when I am going to become her.
Not this lifetime, maybe the next one or the one after that?
She is smart, knowledgeable, and knows what to say.

Making Me Uniquely Me

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 Am Rejoicing In Myself

I am a whirlwind of colors
Oranges and turquoises
I dance among tulips
Careful to not tread too proudly on violets

I am a unicorn’s horn
My striping parading through a forest
Showing up the oak trees
I look down on them and laugh

I am a bowl of crisp Lucky Charms
Children are fighting over my green moons and yellow suns
I am optimism and hope
I am rejoicing in my selfness.

Experience

Experience life in death, life in life is mundane
The whole being, selfness of every atom of the being, hits the abyss
Yet the silver of light in that abyss points toward the sky
Alas! Decisions are only rational; the process is ruthless, as though the only course of the river is to Ocean
For melancholy knows no reasoning, abyss maybe the progression

No matter how many thousands treaded before
All it matters is there is the next;
Why care if the path is carved anew
For the entity holds the path and for the entity is the path, only so long as they would want

Infinite of trees in a tree, sameness of molecules in water, the harmony of hills in mountains
Are they forgotten, or are they marveled at?
On the matter, it couldn’t be the only way to exuberance!
What could be the difference? Do we even have the count of how many earth days make their year!
Within the inside of our human brain, we only assign our days, weeks, and months to them
Pity! Narrow and thin as is the labyrinth of our understanding, turning over is still daring!

Ocean

 
I just like to be a ocean
Asking me why, then listen me.
They are beautiful like a new world,
Deeper than your though
Let see new world what it got.

We listen stories of mermaid and all,
Let go deep and find where did they go
We know they are real but we kill them like your world

We just not kill your world, we also kill new world
Selfness kill this world but what kill new world
We all know the answer of this question.

The selfness of becoming rich make thing which kill new world,
Plastic, oil, waste make people rich but why 
We don't think of this new world

We ruin beauty, silence, everything of the new world 
Please think of other in new world
Choose are gone, we don't have time that much long

Hiding Her Selfness

Prancing through cautiously
Secretively and stealthily
She knew her mind
and her soul

Careful to keep her wall up
To keep her emotions inside
the fortress of self
She revealed nothing

Fearful of the odd ones
All of the others actually
She kept her essence safe
By sharing nothing

Her mask firmly in place
Her eyes revealing only what she wanted them to say
She pranced through pretending she was one of them

Knowing she was not
Thriving on her single purpose
Which was to keep herself
to herself
So she could retain her safety

Christmas Magic

Choirs sing out the Christmas stories
harmonising each every word,
rising goosebumps on my arms, as
in silence, angelic voices heard.
savouring each tuneful note.
to bring to us the fellowship of man.
magic of Christmas is a well used quote
a merry one I wish to all I can.
sing be happy and enjoy the moment,
magical scenes of hope and happiness
a joy to all, help sinners to repent
gone are the bitter thoughts and selfness
in comes wishes  of peace on earth
celebrate a special birth.



penned 18 December 2015

I Am His

Beyond angels, human worlds


I am the  crossing orb 


  I flow gently majestically


Lasting love , his heart , his touch , his sweet caress


 Shimmering in the moonlight stars gaze


 Visions quest , my gentle quest to gaze in love


Aquaria, my name , angels


 Thy soul , my twin flame


 Inspiration , lasting love


 Timeless quest he journey each night 


 Azure, I am his Juliet


My selfness ,, his soul calls me


Paths once crossed


My loves legend

Dreams Distant

Dreams Distant
                       by Odin Roark

The child slumbers as well
Eyelids aquiver
Like his father’s 
Synchronicity remaining awake

Such innocence
Carries wariness as well
Kicking away covers
Giving escape to the spirit
Often held captive
By parental clinging

How difficult for some
This acceptance of a person’s selfness 
Challenging such identity 
As if it were not progeny’s to possess
Exclusively

Not unlike love
Such emotive singularity
This unique cosmic enigma
Knows well it must first unto itself be true
Belonging to no one
But itself

In the power of its will
Torturous sleep sometimes
Renders today’s yesterday and tomorrow
Seemingly averse to moving on

In truth
Closed eyelids shelter destiny’s assimilation
And professed separate souls remaining silent
Dream of one another through the distance
Continuing their smile of oneness without end

Christmas Is a Day of Freedom

Jesus brought freedom for us
We live in love we live in bless

He frees us from every sin
Hate, selfness goes to bin
We meet our old brother
Eat, drink, and laugh together

Love takes breath in the soul
Flowers dancing and sing
We hug all our foes
And doves fly in the ring

Word of fighting is removed
Love, forgiveness every where
We respect to elder and child
We think about them and care

A new life welcomes us
We live in love we live in bless

A Bunch of Flowers

Oh dad, you’re great, you saved me in crisis.
You make me able to enjoy juicy healthy spices.
When I fall ill you run to secure me in hands,
And introduced danger of Life and paid off prices.
You provided me knowledge and education for easy rises.
How can I forget you my success are your donation?
Otherwise who cares a child in this modern fashion?
People can’t afford human growth they claim expenses,
You were honest and industrious my mum has mention,
Your time was hard or mine, life has different sizes.
I think sometimes how olds has afforded a big family?
When mum was full time mum for children mainly,
And provided full opportunity to grow everyone’s taste.
Why do we modernise fail to respect and struggle shamely?
Divorce and separation isn’t wise for kind namely prizes.
I care how do you afford gifts and celebrates births and fests?
You never disappointed anybody and care for all lists.
I am boring and selfness, can’t afford a bunch of flowers,
Dad’s day comes and goes but feeling lives in the rests.
Time plays a part and love struggles with different Hisses.

Selfish Needs

no time to sit and ponder
at life small miraculous wonder
to busy with your own greed
your personalised selfness need

your bitterness grew we grew weary
bringing us down making us dreary 
leave your "I wants" out the door
because I wont stand for it any more

the respect is all that you are concerned
but mark my words, it is not given its a earned
you think its your place you think its your right
the spectacle you make, what a site!

tantrums you cause the fights you make
simply by being you, you make my brain ache!
so just leave, go on, we dont want you here
Dont come around, are we clear?!

Living As a Misanthrope

I was born as you all were
I am all the same that
All are in some way or the other
I used to love the things that you loved 
I was the same branch of the that tree
And was fed with the same roots 
As you, you and you were
But 
But I was a step ahead
Or they were some step back
The difference that was made

A cloud overhead
Shared some tears with me
And all the non living things 
That the creation has made
The way was not meant to be
The way I am now
The way that I was ought to be
I don’t want it anyhow
 
The race is falling and let it be
For I do not care
A burden that the world slipped in my pockets 
Hence never should I bear
I not care about the one 
Left and were about to leave
I distrust the kind of men we are
And hate the way we find
I live a life along with me 
And never care who’s beside
For they have a selfness around there self
And to my eyes, somehow they hide
I am an end, with out the other 
Hanging by a rope
I am a shadow of my self
Living as a misanthrope

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