Poetry Blogs (self reflection)

self reflection (Remove filter)

Popular last 30 days

Recent Comments

Dawn on One-star community (1 hour ago)

Dawn on Just had a large glass of wine (1 hour ago)

Dawn on Corruption (1 hour ago)

Dawn on PENNY DROPS (1 hour ago)

Dawn on Toothless Wonder (2 hours ago)

deanfraserofficial@yahoo.com on The Shaman In The Park (4 hours ago)

jennifer Malden on JOIN THE FEAST (4 hours ago)

jennifer Malden on OUT ON THE TILES (4 hours ago)

jennifer Malden on In The Foyer Of Hotel Lonely (4 hours ago)

Ian Whiteley on CrowLore (4 hours ago)


Golden Boy with such courage

How do you do it?

How do you know them?

Peoples faces turn when you walk

The talk is more than what you say

As you strut with such glory


Golden Boy with such praise

How did you get there?

Why do people love you?

You’re admired by many 

People strive to live the life

You’ve made it golden Boy


Golden Boy why the facade?


Read and leave comments (0)

self reflection


I don't know my way,
I've always walked blind,
dazed by the light,
bound to the dark,
heart tattered and torn,
mind vacant and worn.

The soul had a song once
but I lost it in the fog.

Alone now, 
I wander
forever forlorn,
the bird long flown,
my hope echoing blue
shatters on the sun.


Read and leave comments (0)

blueHopeself reflection

Sane × Insane

entry picture

Why do you expect so much good in other people

Why do you pray so much under every steeple

How can you be ok to be disappointed all the time

And hurt yourself with so much hope inside

You’ll never learn your lesson if you try to be blind

To The bad side of people you try to hide

And let them inside your heart again

Is it a crime to let them cause you so much pain

To the poi...

Read and leave comments (0)

bad daybad karmagood lifeinsanepoetrysad poemssad poetrysaneSelfself reflectionself-destruction


The waves come and go
And the sea remains the sea

The reflections come and go
And the mirror remains the mirror

Joy and misery come and go
What remains is what is me

Read and leave comments (1)

memirrorSeaself reflection


entry picture


times and places and being....

always there...

always just out of reach...

glimpses flitting between lenses...

shimmering a way off

in the play of the light in your eyes...

reflecting back

from the window to my soul...

Read and leave comments (0)

lightself reflectionwindow

A Short Preview

Silence is my greatest virtue

It's very rare that these lips ever make a move

My voice is heard through my poetry.


An awkward introvert

Living alone in my fantasy world

Hiding from the real world.


When I look at old photographs

I think of things I tried to become

And how I failed at each one of them.


In this rusty mirror

I see my true self

And I hate...

Read and leave comments (0)

identitySelf Imageself reflection

Lantern Lane

It’s okay
in our own ways
we all break
apart sometimes

when we’re apart
I break

I saw the light one evening
walking home
what was I doing 
lost, there
when I should have been 
with you
just you

It’s okay
in our own ways
we all break
apart sometimes

Walking home
I face myself fully
face all I’ve done

And tell myself
it’s okay
it’s alright
we all break

Read and leave comments (1)

self reflection

A Poet Reflects

entry picture

A new blog entry...post National Poetry Day, pre litigation...a poet's life ain't an easy path.


Read and leave comments (0)

biographyReflectionself reflection

Yellow Rose

A little yellow rose,

in the dead center,

of an emerald garden.


Dying for attention,

from the golden sun.


Like a little boy,

crying for his mother.


I'm freakish and dazed,

shy and awkward silence,

like a teenage boy on his date.


I would say how I feel,

but I lack the words,

to express me.


And everything I say,

comes out as awkward ...

Read and leave comments (0)

roseself reflection

A Noun in White Open Space

A noun all alone in the white open space is at risk,

if it doesn't know its own definition or purpose.

Without knowing its identity, this noun may search for a verb.

Once it finds this verb, it may begin to become active.

After it is active, it may come to dwell upon passive.

Should this be the case, it may call itself just a subordinate clause.

Still without the sense of cause, ...

Read and leave comments (1)

decisions makingidentitynoun in white open spacepurposeself discoveryself reflectionself-esteem

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message