Long Poems About Self Discovery
#SelfDiscovery
Long poems about self discovery. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Would You Believe Me
I am the the first born son
Of the only son, of an only son, of an only son
A son of a follower of the god of war
Scorpio Rising
Ruled by water, Pluto and Mars
Scorpio's Major Arcana is Death
(Transformation and the cycle of life)
I was born into the Fourth Ray
"Harmony through Conflict
Embracing the dark to birth the light"
The sign of alchemical transformation
Seeking rebirth, renewal, and the illumination of the soul
A Scorpio of the second decan
Actions tied to the six of cups
Autumn's...
Of the only son, of an only son, of an only son
A son of a follower of the god of war
Scorpio Rising
Ruled by water, Pluto and Mars
Scorpio's Major Arcana is Death
(Transformation and the cycle of life)
I was born into the Fourth Ray
"Harmony through Conflict
Embracing the dark to birth the light"
The sign of alchemical transformation
Seeking rebirth, renewal, and the illumination of the soul
A Scorpio of the second decan
Actions tied to the six of cups
Autumn's...
#magic
#SelfDiscovery
#spiritual
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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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how, now, i’m possible
No. 12 From the Children’s Collection]
“Nothing is impossible; the word itself says ‘I’m possible!’”
―Audrey Hepburn
o’er our blue mountains,
i wish i could fly,
how, now, impossible;
swing on the white clouds
that gently float by,
how, now, impossible. ...
“Nothing is impossible; the word itself says ‘I’m possible!’”
―Audrey Hepburn
o’er our blue mountains,
i wish i could fly,
how, now, impossible;
swing on the white clouds
that gently float by,
how, now, impossible. ...
#CallToAction
#determination
#hope
#SelfDiscovery
#strength
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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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Queen of My Garden
In the garden of life, I once danced to tunes not my own,
Twirling for smiles, for applause, bending till I broke.
I wore a cloak woven from threads of your expectations,
Colorful yet suffocating, pleasing yet so hollow.
I walked a path where the two-faced Joker shows,
Their smile, a twisted serenade of deceit,
Their hands, shuffling lies like cards under the stage light's beat.
But in my hand, a card more fierce, more stark
The Queen of Spades, she rules the dark.
Her edges sharp, her bearing regal and composed,
Amid the thorns, her...
Twirling for smiles, for applause, bending till I broke.
I wore a cloak woven from threads of your expectations,
Colorful yet suffocating, pleasing yet so hollow.
I walked a path where the two-faced Joker shows,
Their smile, a twisted serenade of deceit,
Their hands, shuffling lies like cards under the stage light's beat.
But in my hand, a card more fierce, more stark
The Queen of Spades, she rules the dark.
Her edges sharp, her bearing regal and composed,
Amid the thorns, her...
#choices
#MyInspiration
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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My Heart Is A Bonfire
I voyage onward
Somewhere between the wreckage and the destination
Trying to decipher it all in the analytics of a fractured observation
Overshadowed by the light of days coinciding
The thunder of these moments, memories fighting
Trying to find my spotlight in the sun
Get me over my self
When the heart beat is heavy for ego driven reflections
In these broken record serenades of acceptance cravings for the damages of rejections
My thoughts betray me to heartache
Overdosing on overrated highs
There’s blood on my hands...
Somewhere between the wreckage and the destination
Trying to decipher it all in the analytics of a fractured observation
Overshadowed by the light of days coinciding
The thunder of these moments, memories fighting
Trying to find my spotlight in the sun
Get me over my self
When the heart beat is heavy for ego driven reflections
In these broken record serenades of acceptance cravings for the damages of rejections
My thoughts betray me to heartache
Overdosing on overrated highs
There’s blood on my hands...
#identity
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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Brain Scan: Bradford Pears in the Reception Room
for Betty
Yesterday we drove 12 miles
for my brain scan
past trees blown down
freshly cut stumps
arboreal surgeons in carhart coats
lobotomizing those who
once were
but now are otherwise.
We drive on.
The brain scan is important.
Hallucinations can be signs
of something dangerous.
The wind came stampeding through
as the weather-woman
assumed her serious...
Yesterday we drove 12 miles
for my brain scan
past trees blown down
freshly cut stumps
arboreal surgeons in carhart coats
lobotomizing those who
once were
but now are otherwise.
We drive on.
The brain scan is important.
Hallucinations can be signs
of something dangerous.
The wind came stampeding through
as the weather-woman
assumed her serious...
#SelfDiscovery
#NaPoWriMo2024
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a case of you
The train has left –
The last clinks of our bottles of champagne,
Bottles of wine, still echoes in my head.
Like it was just last night,
Like the rest of the world wasn’t louder than
Whatever's in the godforsaken bubble.
It popped, like every bubble does.
Some might say it could just be my brain
Finally catching up
To whatever sickly, sickening throw-up of youth I had put on the pages,
Too young –
Too hungover
From the affections and attentions
And confections of a true blue connoisseur. ...
The last clinks of our bottles of champagne,
Bottles of wine, still echoes in my head.
Like it was just last night,
Like the rest of the world wasn’t louder than
Whatever's in the godforsaken bubble.
It popped, like every bubble does.
Some might say it could just be my brain
Finally catching up
To whatever sickly, sickening throw-up of youth I had put on the pages,
Too young –
Too hungover
From the affections and attentions
And confections of a true blue connoisseur. ...
#love
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#healing
#bittersweet
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Beyond the Veil
Beyond the Veil
By:
Joshua Jamal
I represent myself with confidence and humility/ I'm a gentleman with many gifts and a marvel to see/ one looks at me and see a handsome king/ but beyond what I represent so well that's hard to see/ is a damaged boy/ who's in internal conflict with his emotions looking to break free/ and in desperation for his "queen"/ due to exhaustion of fighting against the things/ that are within/ What things are those you ask, well where should I begin/ Besides that/ the answer would set where I'm taking you in a different...
By:
Joshua Jamal
I represent myself with confidence and humility/ I'm a gentleman with many gifts and a marvel to see/ one looks at me and see a handsome king/ but beyond what I represent so well that's hard to see/ is a damaged boy/ who's in internal conflict with his emotions looking to break free/ and in desperation for his "queen"/ due to exhaustion of fighting against the things/ that are within/ What things are those you ask, well where should I begin/ Besides that/ the answer would set where I'm taking you in a different...
#myself
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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Twilight Trails in the Mountain's Hush
In the mountain's gentle cradle, where the quiet pines do play,
Under sun’s retiring light, the snowscape dons the cloak of day.
Skis carve silent paths with grace, in turns of silent might,
While nature’s hushed and whispered tones, slip into alpine night.
In the caress of solitude, where chill and vision fuse,
A waltz of shadows, light, and spark, the lonely path I choose.
Trails stretch out to touch my dreams, they reach with fading light,
As day's last rays tug soft at seams, and coax the coming night.
Soft is the swish of skis in eve, a...
Under sun’s retiring light, the snowscape dons the cloak of day.
Skis carve silent paths with grace, in turns of silent might,
While nature’s hushed and whispered tones, slip into alpine night.
In the caress of solitude, where chill and vision fuse,
A waltz of shadows, light, and spark, the lonely path I choose.
Trails stretch out to touch my dreams, they reach with fading light,
As day's last rays tug soft at seams, and coax the coming night.
Soft is the swish of skis in eve, a...
#snow
#SelfDiscovery
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Fickle is a hollow heart
My sweet breath
catches the hell
that forms itself
on the tip of your tongue
Quick, pounds the blood
in life giving metamorphosis
as quicker wits brandish hard
splaying open
all the mystifying revelations
a night's essence offers
It grabs hold
pulls me in
fully encompassing with
it's own
dark gravity
blissfully weighted comfort
I love how you beautifully crush
our often weightless hearts
I've come to need the vacuous ache ...
catches the hell
that forms itself
on the tip of your tongue
Quick, pounds the blood
in life giving metamorphosis
as quicker wits brandish hard
splaying open
all the mystifying revelations
a night's essence offers
It grabs hold
pulls me in
fully encompassing with
it's own
dark gravity
blissfully weighted comfort
I love how you beautifully crush
our often weightless hearts
I've come to need the vacuous ache ...
#erotic
#BDSM
#magic
#SelfDiscovery
#sensual
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Self Discovery