#selflove poems on Hello Poetry

glass Feb 6

rip the star from my mind
hold the sun to my eyes
grip a handful of time
feed me delicate lies

put the moon in my throat
pull the tide til i choke
with the night in your fist
it was cold when we kissed
like the surface of ponds
undisturbed in your palms

tuck me into the sky
leave my body to die
leave my body to die

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#selflove #selfhate #projection

Antonia Feb 5

growth

when all is well,
I hope you dare
to take a breath,
and fully see
how wonderful
you came to be

We so often rush to reach another goal, milestone or phase in our "character development", that we forgot to take a moment and appreciate how far we've come. I dare you to congratulate your progress!

#selflove #progress #growth #introspection #people #life #milestone #waiting

Repentant Feb 4

Static Bloom

Streetlights hum a lullaby
to neon dreams.
Cracked pavement blooms
with graffiti roses.

My heart, a tangled vine,
unfurling in the dark.
Too many words unsaid,
a choked-back symphony.

Phone screen glows,
a cold comfort.
Another night adrift
in the digital sea.

But somewhere, a connection flickers.
A shared breath,
a whispered "me too."

Maybe tomorrow,
the static will clear.
Maybe tomorrow,
we'll find our bloom.

Vulnerability, relatability, short lines, imagery, modern language, social commentary, experimentation

#depression #mentalhealth #relationships #selflove #inspiration #words #creativewriting #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #instapoetry

Sara Barrett Jan 31

Cartographies of Resilience

My strength is not borrowed—
it was forged in silence,
hammered by pain,
and tempered in the fires of survival.

It does not come from borrowed fabrics
or shallow wells of comparison;
it is carved from my marrow,
stitched into my skin with my own hands.
You cannot wield my wounds against me.

I have held them like stones—
felt their jagged edges,
their weight pressing into my palms—
and I have built something greater than suffering.

Vulnerability is not weakness;
it is the raw truth of my existence:
the mirror I no longer fear,
the voice that does not waver,
the heartbeat steady beneath scrutiny.

Speak of me if you must—
but your words echo only within walls
you have built to contain your own fears.

They do not define me;
they do not alter my course.
Compare me if it soothes you.
Measure my steps against your own.

But know this:
my journey is mine—
unshaken by your judgment,
untouched by your doubts.

I walk with confidence—
not from arrogance, but from knowing:
I have faced myself in the darkest hours,
and I did not flinch.

"Cartographies of Resilience" is a powerful and unyielding exploration of strength forged through pain and survival. This poem is a bold declaration of self-ownership, where vulnerability becomes a source of power, and scars are transformed into the foundation of something extraordinary. With unwavering confidence, it dismisses judgment and comparison, celebrating the beauty of an authentic, unshaken journey. A reflection of the soul, it resonates deeply with anyone who has confronted their darkest moments and risen unbroken.

#poetry #selflove #mentalhealth #healing #vulnerability #empowerment #mentalhealthawareness #innerstrength #personalgrowth

silvervi Jan 30

Insight #4

What eventually counts is not how much somebody loves me but how much I can love myself.

#selflove #selfguidance #insight #insight4

Cătălin Moldoveanu Jan 25

Forgetful

I forgot to die, and I forgot to ****
The parts I have inside that stop my being still
I forgot to hope and forgot to believe
That I have what it takes to be alive and live
I forgot - like - charcoal forgets embers
When it rains on it but always remembers
When a spark of life brings back the red it needed
To live out it's purpose, this cycle is repeated

Because it’s human nature to grow through what is painful
And it’s human nature to become forgetful
Be it man or charcoal, in order to remember
Who we're meant to be, first we must surrender
To undiscovered depths and tidal waves of letting go
Of what we're certain of so we can become more,

Most of the time,
Slowly.

All of the time,
Surely.

All of the time,
Surely.

#selflove #youth #self #change #death #spirituality #grace

Belinda S Richmond Jan 24

I AM

I AM
Black,
I AM
Proud,
I AM
a Woman, and
I Say it out Loud!!
I AM
Smart,
I AM
Swift,
I AM
Courageous,
I have a Gift!!
I AM
Postitive,
I AM
Great,
I AM
Terrific,
POETRY IS MY ESCAPE!!!
I AM
Happy,
I AM
NEVER BLUE,
I Try to
BE STRONG, and
PUSH RIGHT ON THROUGH,
Times can be TOUGH,
Trials can BE BAD, but
I have
No Worries, and
FROM THIS
I AM GLAD!!!
I AM
A SIBLING,
A COUSIN and
A FRIEND,
A FAMILY MEMBER
to KINFOLKS,
of
WARM LOVE
that NEVER ENDS!!!
I AM
HERE,
I AM
ALIVE,
I WILL BE ELEVATED,
AS I CONTINUE
TO STRIVE,
I AM
FULL OF JOY,
There's no
TIME TO BE SAD,
I LIVE MY LIFE
TO THE FULLEST,
AS IF IT WERE MY LAST!!!
I WILL PUSH TOWARDS THE FUTURE,
and LEAVE BEHIND THE PAST,
I'LL JUST WEAR A BIG SMILE, and
BE THANKFUL FOR
ALL THAT I HAVE,
I WILL CARRY MYSELF WITH DIGNITY,
I say this because,
I AM!!!

B.R.
Date: 1/24/2025

#me #postitive #motivation #inspirations #uplifting #inspiring #creative #selfworth #selflove