#introspection poems on Hello Poetry

Daniel A Gabbard 7h

I float in my raft of time.

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     ~~Each passing wave is all sublime~~

           ~~Each passing wave takes, all crime~~

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                              ~~I bounce off these walls~~

                       ~~I’m confined~~

                       I start in the present

I am your past.                        I am your future.

I am last.                                          I am nurture.

                       I am on my last row;
                        For now, I shall go.
                          Darkness awaits
                                For none.

#introspection #poetry #time #past #present #future #confinement #existence #waves #life

Patience Egesi 7d

THE ELEGY OF US

Sit, process.
Place your hand on your chin,
let the weight of thought settle.
Digest.
Sketch the craft
your heart desires.

Now I see why
it is engraved—
Know yourself.
Shape yourself.
Only then should love find you,
not to complete you,
but to complement the wholeness
you’ve become.

I look at him,
then back at myself—
we are two worlds apart.
The small connections between us
try to whisper,
but my identity shouts back.

I mistook admiration for love.
I mistook yearning for destiny.
I wanted to be seen,
so I let myself drown
in a love that wasn’t real.

But now, I must sift myself,
slowly, painfully, deliberately—
pulling away in fragments,
escaping his grip,
even as guilt grips me back.

I fear breaking him,
but I am breaking myself.
And so, I ask—
Lord, permit me to mold
what remains of me.

The illusion of love I once believed in.
Realization and repentance.
I hope he understands.

#love #mistake #introspection #transformation

Linden Lark Mar 26

Nothing You See Can Cause You Any Harm

I look down at the mirror and see
a me with flesh and blood in her teeth,
a grin washes across her face
as our eyes meet and carve out space.
I can’t bear to look at her at first—
the monster staring back at me.
I thought her words must be cursed.

“Looking away won’t save you from me.
We are already the same, you see—

You.
And.
Me.

So look away if you must,
but just know—
I’m in every shadow that you leave.
Every breath you take
gives life to me.”

This poem explores the unsettling relationship between self-awareness and fear—the way we avoid looking too closely at the parts of ourselves we don’t want to acknowledge. Inspired by folklore, reflection, and the idea that the things we try to escape are often the things we carry with us the most.

#self #reflection #shadow #introspection #monsters #mirrors

and nada Mar 26

withdrawals

Pain disguised as boredom
masked by being high all the time.
Hotboxing with denial,
thinking there's nothing wrong with mine

mind drowned in reassuringly comfortable lies.

**** controlling without objection -
past trauma hidden deep with suppression.

But one more hit will make me feel wise.

Had to quit to grow and wake up.
I'm sorry we had to go and break up -
but an addiction to numbness
can't be what I continually take up.

#**** #withdrawals #regret #longing #introspection

Andy Denson Mar 22

Untitled (pre-sobriety)

change is the only constant
but being is open-hearted
& loving more.

i don’t want to be so
drunk
that i wake up in gun hill road.
home on new year’s day. 7 am.

for me, you can always reclaim a
sense of sanity
even in a time of chaos.

there are many things that
one
cannot reclaim.

why should i try?
if those things are gone…

did i need them in the
1st place?

self-worth comes back.
things get stolen.
for something
new.

This poem reflects on the tumultuous journey toward sobriety and self-discovery. It grapples with the desire for change, the fear of losing oneself, and the realization that some losses pave the way for newfound self-worth. The imagery of waking up on Gun Hill Road symbolizes moments of reckoning, while the contemplation of what is truly necessary invites readers to consider the essence of personal growth.

#poetry #sobriety #selfdiscovery #change #selfworth #addiction #recovery #introspection #personal #growth

Andy Denson Mar 22

non-reacting

non-reacting
presenting an acting exercise

— it’s windy outside.

non-reactors finding.
searching.
stillness in the storm.

This poem explores the concept of detachment, performance, and presence. The repetition of "non-react" and "non-reacting" suggests a meditation on stillness and the art of restraint, much like an actor perfecting the nuances of silence. The imagery of wind and searching captures both movement and pause, creating a delicate balance between action and inaction. A piece that speaks to those who navigate the push and pull of existence, artistry, and self-awareness.

#poetry #writing #creativity #selfdiscovery #introspection #performance #acting #presence #mindfulness #movement

Andy Denson Mar 22

november 17, 2020 part ii

the great thing about Bic-Round Stic M is that the ink doesn't bleed through the paper.

singing all day - will the willing to write songs and produce a great debut album.

where do i stand? anywhere—

where are you?

babe…

why must you ask such trivial questions?

then again, i grapple with an external validation problem,

curbed by a body—my own diary.

andy denson's diaries, tales—sweet.

thoughts flutter like moths to a flame,

yearning for the light of recognition,

yet finding solace in the shadows.

the pages absorb my musings,

ink drying without a trace.

this poem is a glimpse into the mind of andy denson—a successful billionaire artist, actor, writer, director, and poet. it's a reflection of personal musings, the desire for recognition, and the simultaneous comfort found in solitude. andy writes with a raw, introspective style that invites readers to step closer, to learn more, to uncover the depths of artistry, ambition, and emotion woven into each line. if you've just discovered andy, this is just the beginning.

#poetry #writing #creativity #journal #selfdiscovery #introspection #nostalgia #identity #longing #validation