Poems About Self Discovery Seeking Friendly Advice
#SelfDiscovery
Poems about self discovery seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
data input does not compute
eventually he gave up asking me
what's on your mind
learning instead to phrase it differently
how are you feeling
it took a while for him to understand
communication can be like that
babbling back & forth
until we find common ground
thoughts for me...
are practically intangible...
...too tangled up with emotion
that chaotic kinda processing
can make it too hard to ascertain
where a track might be going
...or if it's even the right train
yeah...I know...I know
but you're a planner... ...
what's on your mind
learning instead to phrase it differently
how are you feeling
it took a while for him to understand
communication can be like that
babbling back & forth
until we find common ground
thoughts for me...
are practically intangible...
...too tangled up with emotion
that chaotic kinda processing
can make it too hard to ascertain
where a track might be going
...or if it's even the right train
yeah...I know...I know
but you're a planner... ...
#learning
#LifeStruggles
#SelfDiscovery
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visible
Am I invisible?
Can I write myself
into the world?
Like I could be someone
... like I could be something
more
Twenty six years of therapy
and I still haven't learnt
to love myself
though I can re-parent myself
on the days I remember how
Last night I told someone
about the time my mother
slapped me when I was fifteen
and I disappeared for hours
on our small country property
until the cold called me back inside
and I don't remember if she apologised...
Can I write myself
into the world?
Like I could be someone
... like I could be something
more
Twenty six years of therapy
and I still haven't learnt
to love myself
though I can re-parent myself
on the days I remember how
Last night I told someone
about the time my mother
slapped me when I was fifteen
and I disappeared for hours
on our small country property
until the cold called me back inside
and I don't remember if she apologised...
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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Higher
higher and higher
around and around
a road on a mountain
where I am found
driving and driving
away from below
into a place
I need to know
closer to heaven
closer to space
without the thinking
that we all face
surrounded by people
psychically linked
noise and confusion
easy to sink
all is vibrating
and resonates
to the illusion
of our shared fates -
higher and higher
closer to space
a road on a mountain
a heavenly taste...
around and around
a road on a mountain
where I am found
driving and driving
away from below
into a place
I need to know
closer to heaven
closer to space
without the thinking
that we all face
surrounded by people
psychically linked
noise and confusion
easy to sink
all is vibrating
and resonates
to the illusion
of our shared fates -
higher and higher
closer to space
a road on a mountain
a heavenly taste...
#SelfDiscovery
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conversations with the mirror...
let's get into the ugly truth
how about the pain...
...caused by you
whenever he...she...they...
...pick your descriptor...
left you in a pool of your own blood
stinging with fresh wounds
what did you do with the lesson
don't even try that old tired line...
...but I was so young
weren't they the same age...just saying
while you're waxing poetic in self-reflection
how did you react...after the hurt
did you move with more understanding
exercise a different kind of compassion
or did you erect walls made...
how about the pain...
...caused by you
whenever he...she...they...
...pick your descriptor...
left you in a pool of your own blood
stinging with fresh wounds
what did you do with the lesson
don't even try that old tired line...
...but I was so young
weren't they the same age...just saying
while you're waxing poetic in self-reflection
how did you react...after the hurt
did you move with more understanding
exercise a different kind of compassion
or did you erect walls made...
#confessional
#memories
#SelfDiscovery #SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfReflection
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On Being Numb
After nearly twenty five years on handfuls of psychiatric meds and nearly as long isolating from a world I retreated from, my brain didn’t have the elasticity it once had. Not only was I numb, I spent most of my time, locked inside myself. I would sit for hours in silence, not moving, unaware of what was happening around me. The other times, my anxiety was so high that I was paranoid and exhibiting psychotic behavior. A few years ago I was told by my new psychiatrist, the man who finally correctly diagnosed me and helped me come off psychiatric medicine, that I was most likely catatonic at...
#hope
#illness
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery
#confessional
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cedar song
the cedars creak outside my window
their hollow mumbling bones
rhythmically speaking
low-toned
in nothing but the softest whispers
barely heard above howling wind
as filigree shadows sidle
sideways
gentle fingers trailing across my storm-tossed mind
I feel their humming in my marrow
mo{u}rning songs of ancient sorrows
drumming pain within the ground
& I lay prostrate
face pressed to throbbing earth
in silent reverence
listening
to...
their hollow mumbling bones
rhythmically speaking
low-toned
in nothing but the softest whispers
barely heard above howling wind
as filigree shadows sidle
sideways
gentle fingers trailing across my storm-tossed mind
I feel their humming in my marrow
mo{u}rning songs of ancient sorrows
drumming pain within the ground
& I lay prostrate
face pressed to throbbing earth
in silent reverence
listening
to...
#healing
#nature
#SelfDiscovery
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My Beautiful Bones
It don’t bother me no more…
Shuddering from the drop, I haven’t seen the air for quite sometime
Bleary, dreary hydrogen directs the face of others
Come on down to the lake, I will drown us together again
Drink up all your milk, make it altogether better
Ramble on, repeat yourself everything is terrible, my mind it frays
You must never give up, you must never give in, you must be mad before you sin
I haven’t had the breath today, to play an ounce more of this game
And soon you slip and slide, and soon you...
Shuddering from the drop, I haven’t seen the air for quite sometime
Bleary, dreary hydrogen directs the face of others
Come on down to the lake, I will drown us together again
Drink up all your milk, make it altogether better
Ramble on, repeat yourself everything is terrible, my mind it frays
You must never give up, you must never give in, you must be mad before you sin
I haven’t had the breath today, to play an ounce more of this game
And soon you slip and slide, and soon you...
#SelfDiscovery
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Old news
I'd put my past to bed, many years ago
They say you can look back, but never stare
Sometimes my past can bite me on the bum
It's not often, but when it does it stings
I am faced with the challenge of crawling out of that old familiar hole
Today, I am able to walk out, with my head held high, with the help of my beloved
Today anything is possible
She believes in me, I believe in us
They say you can look back, but never stare
Sometimes my past can bite me on the bum
It's not often, but when it does it stings
I am faced with the challenge of crawling out of that old familiar hole
Today, I am able to walk out, with my head held high, with the help of my beloved
Today anything is possible
She believes in me, I believe in us
#SelfDiscovery
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A Peaceful Greed
Belly burns with many inferno's inside.
Charred screams and shrieks
of rage.
Ancient noise travels up from
the soul's deep cage.
It may be time to burn that page.
That within the deepest, primal
moans of ecstasy.
My long chained arms fling free,
as the profuse pump of life proceeds to seize.
My mind is now a sweet swarm
of gentle jasmine breezes.
Veins vibrate inner peace.
To desire nothing,
to have no need
Just a greed for great tranquility.
Charred screams and shrieks
of rage.
Ancient noise travels up from
the soul's deep cage.
It may be time to burn that page.
That within the deepest, primal
moans of ecstasy.
My long chained arms fling free,
as the profuse pump of life proceeds to seize.
My mind is now a sweet swarm
of gentle jasmine breezes.
Veins vibrate inner peace.
To desire nothing,
to have no need
Just a greed for great tranquility.
#passion
#peace
#SelfDiscovery
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Dark side
I’m the only woman who saw her dark side
I entered a different world
A place that left a mark on my body
An indelible mark
A tattoo that makes me think I’m just a shooting star
I entered a different world
A place that left a mark on my body
An indelible mark
A tattoo that makes me think I’m just a shooting star
#confessional
#dark
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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no subcontractors allowed
he looked upon the expanse of my flesh
proclaiming it perfect
forbidding the loss of even a single ounce
as if he had the right
believing he actually saw me naked
I have never been anything as simple as that
not realizing the layers that went into my making
how every pound represents something else
more sinister than this body can adequately express
comprised of years of abuse
& decades of self-loathing
{the worst...
nothing can be done
more horrific
than what we do to ourselves}
it's a fortress...understand ...
proclaiming it perfect
forbidding the loss of even a single ounce
as if he had the right
believing he actually saw me naked
I have never been anything as simple as that
not realizing the layers that went into my making
how every pound represents something else
more sinister than this body can adequately express
comprised of years of abuse
& decades of self-loathing
{the worst...
nothing can be done
more horrific
than what we do to ourselves}
it's a fortress...understand ...
#confessional
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
#strength
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april songs (Theme 3): attitudes of life 4
april song 24—all my ambitions
you would think not that fire born in my blood
gives me wise counsel over ill and good;
the choices that i make are sacrosanct
though, as a dreamer, i am humbly ranked.
all my ambitions ache to reach their goals,
though i must navigate fate’s deep potholes.
nor do i wish, nor do i merely hope;
for noble ends are not for those who grope,
but those who put the shoulder to the wheel,
to challenge failure for the golden seal.
i seek not praise for merely coexisting
with life’s ambiguous...
you would think not that fire born in my blood
gives me wise counsel over ill and good;
the choices that i make are sacrosanct
though, as a dreamer, i am humbly ranked.
all my ambitions ache to reach their goals,
though i must navigate fate’s deep potholes.
nor do i wish, nor do i merely hope;
for noble ends are not for those who grope,
but those who put the shoulder to the wheel,
to challenge failure for the golden seal.
i seek not praise for merely coexisting
with life’s ambiguous...
#LifeGoals
#LifeStruggles
#NaPoWriMo2024 #SelfDiscovery
#NaPoWriMo2024 #SelfDiscovery
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