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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What does it mean?

by Karan Shah

What does it mean
When one says
“That I no longer see
The colors around me”
How does one convey
The feeling of mutual understanding
A swirl of emotions
Stirring within, screaming
To fling open its gates and embrace
A broken, torn soul

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Leaving eighteen

by Zainab Noor

Leaving eighteen
What is wrong with me?
Every single night before I close my eyes
This question plays in my head on repeat
I know I'll never be able to answer
This question
Because I don't know what is wrong with me...
I don't think there is anything wrong with me

I'm just drowning in a pool of self hate

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I Must Heal

by Leigh Yah

It all makes sense now
Those nights I deprived myself from sleep
Those days I wondered where and how
And those moments I combat with anxiety.

I lost count of the times I endured infidelity
But that isn't the only case I had to deal with
My vision was clear but I feel like I'm blinded
Too bad, ignoring all the clues became a habit.

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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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