#introvert poems on Hello Poetry

Jack Torrance Jan 2020

Distant

This lack of emotion,
is what has shaped me.
It’s made me seem cold,
but I’m not what you see.

First funeral at thirteen,
one of my dads good friends.
Stabbed by his stepson,
such a horrible end.

Next year it got worse,
that’s when grandma died.
I remember the funeral,
and forcing myself not to cry.

Then two weeks later,
my dads best friends heart quit.
I held back the tears,
trying hard to control it.

Then six months later,
they found my grandpa.
Loaded gun in his hand,
his memories on the wall.

I started to crack,
but didn’t let it show.
I had to be strong,
so that no one would know.

Then three months later,
my uncle died.
I tried to control it,
but finally broke down and cried.

Running away,
till my dad caught me by the hand.
Then saying I was sorry,
when I could barely stand.

I didn’t want them to worry,
when they were hurting so much.
But it finally broke me,
my fathers touch.

I wept in his arms,
and could feel his tears on my cheek.
He was trying to comfort,
and I was ashamed to be weak.

The moment I saw,
my sweet uncles face,
something broke inside me,
that I had kept at bay.

I still cannot think,
about that without tears.
It breaks me every time,
even after all of these years.

So if I seem distant,
then I apologize.
Just know that I’m weeping,
it’s just on the inside.

#funerals #grief #shame #pain #sorrow #hiding #introvert #man #cry #loss

Solvitur Ambulando Jan 2020

Disruptive Silence

A boss forwards an e-mail
a one word question:
“Thoughts?”
Oh sweet genius minimalist leadership!
Can it ever substance yield?

No.
Vacuous answers fill the net.
Nothing of real thought in this haul.
Just regurgitated ideas in different clothes
But no one chooses to notice.
They believe they have touched
the face of innovative greatness,
the holy grail that is ‘disruption’.

Self-congratulation, back-slaps
high-fives all round.
Yet if all yearn to be disruptive,
no one really is
except the person standing still
saying nothing, not disturbing,
just observing.
Listening and thinking.
In silence.

Businesses inwardly focussed
drown in self-inflicted noise.
In meetings talk is everything.
The person who just listens?
A penalised non-contributor.

Noise is self-aggrandising.
Attention-grabbing.
The Big Me.
The talker spouts hyperbole
"There's no I in TEAM!"
Re-arranging the letters,
the listener smiles.
"Look AT ME",
the talker's real words.

The listener,
the true disrupter at work.
Ears open, mind observing, mouth shut.
Ignoring the smorgasbord
of finger-pointing and lime-light hunting
going on around her.
Intently focussed
on what needs to be done.
Doing it.

Noise shouts self-importance.
Silence finds wonder in insignificance.
Noise stays shallow on the shoreline.
Silence dives deep into the unbounded ocean of thought
and finds a beautiful stream of creativity,
the path to profound understanding.

No limits exist in silence's depths
just an awesome mind-expanding flow
where thoughts are wondrous fluidity.
Synapses spark and draw connections.
New ideas explode with energy.
A crystal level of consciousness
blocks out all in diamond clarity.

When that level is reached,
you are at ease in your world.
your breathing smooths.
Life is pure synchronicity
and the limits of humanity expand.
All it takes
is a moment’s silence.

#mindfulness #silence #introvert #listen #work

Innocent Jan 2020

Different

You are not looking young,
That's what my mother keeps saying to me.
But there is a problem,
A big problem,
A problem with myself,
That problem is difference
I don't think like you, maybe worse
I dont reason like you, maybe abnormally.

But I drink,
And then I am good,
I make friends,
I remember how urgent I am,
But then drink, it's a route to an end,
Wilshere! my friend calls
One thing will **** a man,
So i drink, this time from the bottle
To look for who i am,
But all i see, is what i hear them call me;
Failure, shame, disgrace, liar, thief, lazy, loser,
Then I rage at them,
Promise to take revenge for the pain,
Then they come back,
Seeking my assistance,
And I help them,
Am I not a loser and a failure?
Then they have been right about me.

some are out there feeling very differently from the world, they lack common abilities, but deep down are endowed with rare gifts

#misfit #rare #low #intellect #introvert #isolation

Colm Dec 2019

Let Rivers Pass You By

Close your eyes
Stand in the river
Let all of the waters whip past you by
Though you be made of similar materials found
You are no less running
Ever moreso alive
Than the current to be found around
Let the waters pass you by

This is how I, an introvert, need to be around people. More willing to flow without being swept away.

Let the waters pass you by

#let #rivers #pass #you #by #introvert #water #river #aqua #run

Stewie Dec 2019

sometimes

Sometimes I think I’ll always be sad
I often wonder how people seem so happy
Sometimes I think I’ll always cry when I’m hurt
I often wonder how people hold back tears
Sometimes I think I’ll always be shy
I often wonder how people start conversations
Sometimes I think I’ll always be sensitive
I often wonder how people don’t get offended
Sometimes I think I’m hard to love
I often wonder how others just go with the flow

#introvert #shy #sad

Lizzie Nelson Dec 2019

Unnoticed

A whispered glory;
the moon sets in summer while we sleep.
No theatre, no painting the skies
with an explosion of polychromatic pomp.
I aspire to be more moon than sun;
that companions shine in my company,
a benign influence
and relish phases dipped in shadow.

If I'm up in the night, I will look for the moon. I always feel it's such a shame that we miss so much beauty in the quiet and the dark, while we sleep. And I feel, as an introvert, that I shine unnoticed while others blaze. I say that I'm fine with that but, in truth, it rather ****** me off!

#introvert #moon #night #unassuming #beauty #unpretentious

White Shadow Dec 2019

WHEN I WAS 5

I was a kid with fear residing inside me,
My biggest fear was my grandma.
Mostly children love their grandma,
But I hated her & was afraid of her,
And my biggest worry was to face her.
Outside was a ground to play,
But I was afraid to be out alone.
I was an introvert kid that lacked friends,
Hearing kids play I also wanted to go out,
But that fear kept me inside.

This is the feeling I get when I think about my childhood. I still have that fear residing inside me and I try everyday to get over it.

#childhood #fear #afraid #introvert #kid #feelings #lonely

le fey Dec 2019

An introvert poem

Silence
O' which seals from me
The torment of thy thoughts –
Thoughts not meant to enter me
But sensed in mists of spheres.

In solitude
I'm dwelling hence
For'a hermit doth not lure the cold –
The thrusting cold o'that which
Is plaguing the foresaken.

Solitude, then to me
Is to radiate that ease –
That ease swaning circular and gracefully
on the calms of the Hydriads' waters.

#introvert #psychic #hermit #solitude #seclusion #introversion

Franz Xander C Barbacena Nov 2019

INTROVERT GIRL

"INTROVERT GIRL" [Part 1]

That introvert girl who loves solitude,
Simple girl that have a nice attitude.
A genuine person with a gratitude,
Just like an angel, elevating on altitude

She's one of the girls in high school
Different from those fool
At first glance she's cool
But she's stronger than a bull.

That introvert girl full of mystery
It's hard to understand her story
A riddle always brings misery
Need to answer to leads you on victory

It's hard to know an introvert person
She's always on her comfort zone
Its easier for her to talk on phone
That introvert girl love's to be alone.

INTROVERT GIRL [Part 2]

That introvert girl
who likes to be alone
You might think shes cold
But shes a nice person

Shes so Beautiful
Like a morning light
Shes so kind
Like a silent night

She's not telling a joke
But she makes me laugh
She's not my ideal type
But she makes me fall in love.

Its easier for her to talk on phone
That introvert girl loves to be alone

#poetry #love #introvert #girl #quiet #wallflower #romantic #poem

Ballads of a Philosopher Poet May 2018

As Shadows Do...

People gathered in the courtyard
In their usual bouts of revelry.
Unaware of the one they all discard,
Shooting glances trite with brevity…
And out of this planted seed it grew,
A tendency to do as shadows do….

Hidden from the obtuse eye
In the dark to all of his peers.
Latent, in muse, off to the side,
They don’t feel the stinging tears…
And like a balloon inflates it grew,
A tendency to do as shadows do…

His words tethering in the wind
Like cotton spores in seasons bloom.
Reclusive by all, his natures pinned,
Cast aside left only to loom…
And like dark clouds in a storm it grew,
A tendency to do as shadows do…

He shouldn't have to go it alone,
But there’s no one to whom he can turn.
Time and again, for innately he’s prone,
The bereft ashes of a forgotten urn…
And like a plume of smoke it grew,
A tendency to do as shadows do…

The growth of this malevolent blight
Left him bitter but not in spite.
Abandoned, like a shadow—lost to the night,
He hadn’t a choice but to sit and to write…
And as darkness after sunset it grew,
A tendency to do as shadows do…

#shadows #alone #lost #lonely #recluse #introvert #shy #outcast