#selfdiscovery poems on Hello Poetry

treble Mar 2018

I am

The biology of my brain
The psalms of my heart
The songs that I breathe
The art that I live

The loitering pain of a past hurt
The depressed look of a repressed soul

The hiddenness of the dead
The tears that has been shed
The blood that I have bled

I am but a body
Nor a soul
But a spirit

#selfdiscovery #confusion #me

Francie Lynch Mar 2018

Any Body Out There

Every body,
Micro, macro or ***** Whale,
Whether healthy and hale,
Or weak and failing,
Will die trying to live,
Will bend, mend and maintain,
Suffer and celebrate to sustain
The body.
I am a body.
Not any body, but one of everybody.
I am bending,
I can mend,
I will sustain.
You could say,
I am some body.

#selfdiscovery #everyman #mentalhealthpoem #selfesteempoem

Francie Lynch Mar 2018

Let It Go

Let it go like a red balloon
Released to celebrate;
Follow 'til it dissipates
Into the vacant blue.

Unhand the kite string,
The struggle with elements subsides.
Let it go as if it died.

You know you tried,
Some things broken aren't worth fixing;
Admit to yourself you don't like it,
That one day never comes.
Do not expect a certain result,
Life happens as it was meant to unfold.
Just let it go, like gossip, like fear;
Dependency is detrimental.

Tear down the museum of victim mentality.
Stop comparing,
Stop people pleasing.
Let it go.

#decisions #freedom #indecision #selfdiscovery

Paraphrase Feb 2018

Borrowed Clothes

I've been walking,
Down crowded streets,
Dressed in suits that fit you,
Better than they do me.

Your smiles, your eyes,
Listening to music you chastise,
In all but shoes that fit you,
Better than they do me.

And changing into something else,
Makes for vulnerability,
Naked fits you,
Better than it does me.

And yet I feel lighter,
Like thoughts of floating away,
On ripples and waves,
Of the river, with views,
Of lights so far beyond me,
When seen from boats that carry you,
Better than they do me.

#selfdiscovery #boston

Elysia Veildorn Jan 2018

The Sleeping Prodigal

I have this calling that I'm trying to ignore
Because it goes against the grain of societal norms.
But without a hand in, I'm suffocating.
The tide pulls me in and I want to obey...
I want to.
But I fear the coiled tongue of those around me,
Will lash out like darts to pierce the one veil of security within me.
And then there's the injustice it would do to my ethnicity--so proud of hymnals built on crosses and prayers that if I falter...I feel I fail them and all the generations before me.
It hurts.
To think that pent-up aggression and hatred towards myself for being a coward could ever feel so --lonely.
I want to feel the rush of energy from the cool grass beneath me as,
I kick off my sandals and embrace my soul,
Through the soles of my feet.
It is a wanted thing...
A passion burning much like whiskey down a ****** throat.
Except this one is all-encompassing.

#selfdiscovery #longing #religion #expectation

Natasha Ivory Jan 2018

Life Oblivion

There it was.
Fragmented. Almost Frozen. Shattered. Unrecognizable.
That beating pulse was still pumping strong as I stood stunned, staring, my eyes locked on this image lying on the cold cement floor of that subway station.
I bent over slowly to get my hands on this life source, swept the glass aside the blood stained ***** with my freshly manicured nails. Pulling the fist sized swelling instrument closer to my body that was dressed in prim attire. Slowly I straightened my spine to standing.
Shards of glass gashed my fingertips, spilling the matching color of my nail polish all over my pristine pumps.
Scrambling to dislodge the obstructions that aimed to cease the existence of this life piece.
My collared tucked shirt drenched in red, rolling down my pencil skirt and splashing to the gray surface below.
Still in oblivion as to how this was tossed from the speeding subway train through plate glass at full speed and landed at my feet.
Feeling the warmth from the struggling ticker, every emotion within my body came to life as if one large breath had been forcefully blown back into my lungs, all the vibrancy that dulled to near death became bold....and it dawned on me.
I unbuttoned my blouse.
Spread the flap of the shirt wide open.
Reached under the bones that held my ribcage together...to the hollow portion of my chest...I drew my hand back out...fell to my knees and wept...I had become so cold and automatic that not even I had known that I had been waking up daily without one.
I gripped that essential piece of existence and vowed to never do it wrong again, To listen, to follow and to love...carefully filling that gap in my chest and breathing sincere passion once again. I had found my way back to me.

Copyright © Natasha Ivory Evans 2016
Self Discovery

#selfdiscovery #love #peace #joy #clearvision

nanda Dec 2017

what we have become ;

my eyes are flashlights
my face a mess
of beauty standards
and hidden rage

i am a building
many people at the same
good evil none
all for different fame

i breathe co2
i drink gasoline in a cup
my skin is rough concrete
wires all the way up

i speak in machines
scream drills and hammers
i am all noise, chaos
what comfort is there in silence?

i dress in fake nature
plastic bags hold my pride
i take the control
but never once do i command

i am the cancer
on earth's lung
i am the darkness
tainting all black

i am what they call progess
but i am what prevents us from it
i am a mess of glass
and conctrete all in one

i may seem pretty and kind
creating opportunities all around
i build your home
just to tear the real one apart

and deep in the night
between the flashes and chaos
one may be able
to see a kind of nature
that it is still out of my graspe
but as selfish as i am
i blind you with my light
preventing you to fall
from a far-away love

do not look away
no, do not look at what truly is beautiful

because if you do
if you see how the water flows
or how the sun shines
or even feel the grass

you might forget me—
you should resent me
you must break me—
just so you can go back

A small critique to today's lifestyle

#life #ecosystem #buildings #city #selfdiscovery #progress #change #glass #stars #personal

Aflaha Dec 2017

Journey to You

The road to you is a treacherous one
But you must carry on
For this mirror must shatter
And the image forgotten
For you to see
What was there all along
In all the madness of life
We hold on to what we know
With sweet threads of memories, we sew
Beautiful pictures we love and cherish
But only if mirrors could lie
The way pictures do
We could go on pretending
As if the soul is not a wanderer
In search of its treasure trove
In the dark silence of sleepless nights
It knocks on doors unknown
Looking for the one he knows not
Yet the only one he knows
The one that has a thousand forms
Hope, desire, pain and love
His dream, his truth, his true self
Like a Sufi with a bleeding heart
He follows her to deserts and ruins
Coz all he wants is to know
And the day she steps out of her veil
It will shatter to pieces by itself
For it's beauty the mirror won't hold
And he will dance like a madman
Naked through the valley of flames
For the fire can't burn him anymore
Coz he is burning more fervently inside
There will be tears in your eyes
Yet you will be smiling
Floating weightlessly in your conscious
Then close your eyes and drift away
To the garden of thousand blooms
Which once was the valley of fire
And there you will meet your madman
Drenched and dancing in sweet rain
His bleeding heart is whole again
Like it never knew any pain.

Self discovery can be painful. Trust the process and the truth will come to you.

#selfdiscovery #selfrenewal #searchformeaning #wanderingsoul

Aflaha Nov 2017

When we met

You were not mine
Yet I dreamed your dreams
I was walking on a mountain top
And you were a passing cloud
So I raised my arms around me
To feel your light embrace
You whispered something to my soul
A secret it so fiercely guards
There are a thousand veils between us now
We once used to be friends
I wander alone
In the valley of my dreams
And it's there, I met her
The one who says, she is me
Intrigued as I was
We walked a mile together
In a long comfortable silence
No words were worthy of trust
No destination
No need for rest
And as our feet became weary
The veils stared to drop
I could see it now - what I always knew
I could feel her pain
I cried in her sorrow
I soared with her joy
I dreamed her dream
This was her story
I was walking her journey
To her destination
Which was us
And here we are now
Staring at each other
In the absolute beauty
Of our naked selves
There is nothing to hide
Nothing to be ashamed of
We've become
What we were always meant to be.

#selfawareness #selfdiscovery #love