Self Poems | Examples of Self Poetry

Why does delusion seem to be the only reality I know? Almost never catching myself when my mind starts to go Is delusion my real reality though? Snapping in & out of this dimension Which I should mention, Is beyond my comprehension of an Intervention for redemption or reinvention What's your intention? My soul can't take anymore pain... I don't get what you...

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Be in love with life For this is the only gift You would not get twice....

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My shadow — dark moving stitch on beat sidewalks...

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Let the eye see, through clear, clean lenses Not a wilderness of mirrored reflections, Echoing biases of misconception, But, with true perception, rid of self. The sound I hear from out there, A call of bird, a ring of bell, Is not a story, memory nor a spell. It is improvisation in staccato, syncopation. The taste of a raindrop on the tongue, Is not,...

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Am I that one girl, the one with a seed, that one with potential to make it big? Am I that girl who's good but never great? That one who would've made it had the circumstances changed? Am I that one who worked too hard, only to hear her hard work wasn't enough, that others were simply better? Am I that...

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Storms don't end quickly Without space, we cannot heal Love yourself with time...

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she wished to know so taking her permission I peeped deep into her womb to have a conversation with a foetus therein what I saw with my soul’s eye was God’s spark as light in the innermost cave glowing as all heart we spoke for a while in as our souls entwined mirroring the one light of God in all sheathed in the foetus’s heart as source...

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Suggested line of inquiry of Unseeking Seeker “As God’s spark ensouling organic form, I am that presence which cannot be named, felt within as a magnetic bliss storm, divine pulsation that cannot be tamed, gentled by His touch, within body framed. I am that which transcends both space and time. I am love and light, causing heart to chime.” ************************************************************** ...

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“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes,” - Lord Byron ************************************************************** ...

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I am that presence which cannot be named, walking without a broken stride no place for me to run or hide faced all that tried to hinder me now my voice make the devil flee I always loved from a place of truth releasing the pain my soul full of youth loving and accepting myself as a whole feeding and nourishing my hungry...

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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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I cannot cry the tears that rise when my heart breaks. So I draw them as words. Each letter, a silent scream. I am a mute soul, my voice sealed in ink. My pages speak for me. I am the stillness between breath and ache, a quiet presence that tides through pain— not broken, but breaking open. I am a boat adrift on a sacred river, with a wound in my...

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Having been, seen and so known, light of our true self full blown, although we know who we are, we operate below par. How much longer should we wait, to fully assimilate, this awareness all the time, mirroring heart’s bliss beat chime?...

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palms and feet radiate magnetic heat with the supple spine, a divine implant, making us feel from head to toe complete, the cosmic prayer, our breath by breath chant, correcting the stance of our ego’s slant that thus as we so become the bliss flame, our vaporised Self is left with no aim...

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Be not like lost leaves, blowing around in dry dirt; be as frothing waves…:- ...

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