Self Poems | Examples of Self Poetry

raindrops touch your skin softness of a kitten's coat loving words from spouse...Read the rest...

When glimmers of light are by us cognised, it is for sleepy soul, a wake up call, signalling that God can be realised, if in staid silence we choose to stand tall and the truth of our true being...Read the rest...

Choice is a cause Choosing brings effects. Effects bring potential closure Into perceived final ending. Heart thoughts mitigate all Rummaging memories In choosing seclusion… Quiet time, all looking for a fuller Self. Please, no grief in this Just joy, and understood tenderness. ...Read the rest...

Mist on crimson poppy petals Embraces the air when sun rays fall Adores the poppies at dusk...Read the rest...

I would much rather be a member of the minority capable of critical thinking, as opposed to a member of the majority susceptible to easy influencing....Read the rest...

Always choose your peace Landscape, beach, ranch, or sleep Body, mind can rest....Read the rest...

Memorising scriptures was all in vain, since symbolic words but addressed our mind, whereas our soul wished to walk the terrain, to vanquish demons of darkness that bind, enabled on becoming love aligned. Breath by breath thus, we chose to...Read the rest...

humming toroidal heart looks at the head ovoid which now glistens with light that is gifted to it by Self which dwells in heart’s core the seeker who sought is dead all that that now glows is Self which as of choiceless...Read the rest...

Nice to be alone With nature, it's welcoming It's lighter, secure....Read the rest...

Only in silence can you find yourself through meditation...Read the rest...

I wonder how aware they are, what shadowy sense of self occupies their brain. Perhaps no more than a flicker of consciousness glows in the far reaches of an inner dark, sufficient to propel them here and there...Read the rest...

I cannot see untainted, The world without the warping windows. I fail to make, for I am merely An illusion of inconsistencies Stolen from society. I wonder how open a mind can be before its brains start to spill. The buttons on...Read the rest...

All day the wind has tormented the trees, causing branches to whip and bend. There is an anger let loose, loud in its haste to rip and destroy what is vulnerable. Spider webs woven last night are torn, flowers are plucked of petals...Read the rest...

I do it often, drag a perfect morning in through the front door of myself and make it a reluctant guest, replace its colors with my own dour palette, drown out its soft voice with noise. It has become a habit, trying to...Read the rest...

This chill caused by the pills of rejecting our life's will, unknowingly ignoring the purpose for which we decided to till is what will kill any skill which we may have long drilled into the heads. ...Read the rest...