Self-love Poems

Popular Self-love Poems

body

by Sarah A

i forgive my body

for all that she’s done

i free him from his sins

and nestle in her safety

i thank my body for protecting me

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i can’t stop dreaming of the desert; penchants of empty spaces and rare faces
no destination in mind i just drive

i can’t stop dancing in between
the middle of everyone i meet;
i never leave the door open
and so no one ever peeks

i don’t know what i am
or where i’m going

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I found a girl

by Sarah Pillai

There is a girl
naive, innocent and stubborn
who lives inside me
unaware of the demons of the real world

whenever i sit alone,I'm not really alone
she sits beside me
reminding me that I'm just alone and not lonely and that she's always gonna stay inside me
she tells me abt how i felt when i was high up in the sky while swinging with my brother
or when i was cooking with my mother

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Self love

by Ashley Somba

I'm no narcissist.
I care a lot,
Not for the others,
But for myself.
I believe in love,
Self love alone,
Because it seems to me,
That the rest do not deserve it.
You give them a hand ,
They will rip off your arm.

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fried brains

by Sarah A

pining for the days when i fried my brain
sobriety hasn’t made me less insane
we partied so hard i forgot my name
but i still remember the rules of the game
let's build a time machine just to forget the pain
go to a place where there was nothing to prove or attain
when my thoughts flowed like a steady rain
instead of this never-ending hurricane
remind myself of the lessons i learnt
survival through change is the main point

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Recent Self-love Poems

Distant Whisper

by Nad Sof

I searched for love in distant eyes,
In empty words, in fleeting skies.
But silence whispered, soft and clear—
The love you seek is always near.

I held the pain, the dark, the light,
And in that space, I found my sight.
No need for others to complete,
I am my own, whole and sweet.

The Monster

by I.R. Patterson

My breathing hitched and my heart sped up. This object shows me a monster, one which I do not wish to see. The monster the object shows me, growled a low rumble, like it was speaking to me. I see the many scars and blemishes on the monster, all of it's flaws. I look again, but I see something different, in their eyes. Anger, guilt, hurt, betrayal, sadness, self-loathing. For once, I feel bad for the monster and it's flaws. They actually seem sorta sweet, and ever so friendly. I get mad at the object for convincing me to think so low of the monster. I curse and punch the object out of frustration. The mirror shatters.

Mining Herself

by Michael J. Nappi

At the pit of her core
despair and darkness.
Turned from the world
in loathing revulsion.

Black as coal.
The ugliness of truth,
a withered world of weight
stares back.

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Imperfect Perfection

by Shreeja Banerjee

In life's canvas, where strokes are free,
Imperfections paint our destiny.
The dance of flaws, a rhythmic beat,
Makes our journey truly complete.
A masterpiece, with lines askew,
A symphony of errors, true.
In every flaw, a beauty gleams,
A treasure hidden in life's dreams.
A dancer's stumble, a graceful fall,
Imperfections make us stand so tall.

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Pearl Of The Night

by Shreeja Banerjee

A maiden gazed upon the glass,
A vision of herself, alas.
Her eyes, like diamonds, sparkled bright,
Reflecting back a wondrous sight.
Her tears, like pearls, began to fall,
A precious sight, both grand and small.
Her beauty shone, a moon above,
A pearl of night, a symbol of love.
Why, maiden, art thou so unkind,
To judge thyself, so harsh of mind?

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