Finding Oneself poems bring the best collection of short and long finding oneself poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great finding oneself rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these finding oneself poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on finding oneself are here for you.
When I was a little girl, my dolls would speak to me, As my friends for fight and play, they helped me be free! When I was a little girl, I would happily eat chocolate, The brown bars , the
It’s a contest between the heart and the head, Or finding a place where they meet instead It’s about living in the then or living in the now, About working it out or just wondering how It’s about clutching at
Sometimes I wonder where that girl has gone, The one that everybody always seen, The one who would stand up and sing her song, Confidence was all they ever seen. Sometimes I wonder where that girl could be, The one
I saw her walking down the long winding road I felt her rustling among the leaves She merrily sprinted on the green-brown branches She felt the moist clouds on her finger tips I felt her running through my veins I
Generation to generation I witness years passing by Trapped in the days that I don’t remember Through the disasters and the wars And history repeats itself Again I have to find a new home River side or a jungle For
I lie in the shadows of my dreams while I wish upon a star. My star is faith. I have faith in God, yet I still cry my dirty cries. I am alone in the mellow of the night. I
In the eyes of judgment you are not worthy In your own you seek the reason why Conforming to what others think Is the first step to losing yourself Losing yourself is the first step to living a lie Indulge
I am rage mixed with fire. I will arrive in a fury and leave destruction in my wake. I am hurt and abandonment. I will bruise, black and blue, and will pick myself back up. I am skinned knees and
I lost my mind I lost control I lost my heart I lost my soul I found my body I learned its role I deeply got to know my soul I found my heart I healed the hole I saw
Inside my domain every-one’s there Within my brain thoughts are there Flow of past and present is revolving Circulations of thinking driving me crazy Days are passing with same searching incidents Birthdays leaving us reminiscence of events As more and
Remember that fairy tale we read together? The prince and princess wearing crowns stellar studded with the rarest of gems! I got similar ones made by my jeweler. But he said he’d have to use artificial colored stones I Compromised!
An Ode to Madurai People ask me, why do my teardrops fall so heavily on the sand? Why does my laughter not roll as the laughter of children, not roll as the pebbles down the river bed? Tell them. Tell
When there is nothing and no one else, there is Silence… The one companion who is but a thought away. In the midst of every strife, in all of one’s traumas or the most peaceful or joyful times, the moment
What is left to come across? everything seems to be lying open fatefully exposed before i could reach. Potbellied realities were reluctant to change they seemed to retire with confusions of shadows and full stops. There seems to be so
A lifetime spent keeping life on track, Just to save oneself from any setbacks! No singing and dancing on life’s cruise; A ride without any fun, what’s the use?! Rather than comprehend nature’s truest gestures Better carry out wonderful adventures
Let silence of words, be the modes of talk. Let peace avenge, the soars of tough walks. Let justifications and clarifications be at bay. Just let understanding of love blossom your way. Let mind be clear of clutters and baggage
There could be a bend in the road, or a storm in the sea, a fire in the forest, but all I think about is me. The skies may open asunder, or the winds may blow all away, trees may
Your Gentle whisper A beautiful caress Lasting forever Till our souls are put to rest Us dancing at the gate of our unfolding journey While wrapped in love’s sweet innocence Embracing the allure of your breathless sanctuary Enduring love; perfect
Why do we argue and fight? And hurt someone we love? Why does it take years to make and maintain a relation? But just a second to break one? Why have we become so insensitive? And have stopped finding a
I feel like a teardop rolling down a face I can feel the shape of the cheek I trace I’m just salty water hanging it’s true But so much pain I have go through The pain of a child with
What is it’s essence? Is it like a vulnerable, Hemingway-portrayed skiff being tossed about by changing waves of feelings, urges, yearning? Is it like a spoilt compass, it’s nervous needle half-trembling, rotating in illogical, unscientific, fickle-minded fashion, unable to be
Through the perils of human bondage, through the strife of life’s journey, Entrapped and enmeshed in the tangled web of human existence, I scream at the top of my lungs- I AM FREE. Walking the path of life Embedded with
You are my husband but you never see me unless you want something. With you I always seem to have very bad timing. I am bugging you. Why don’t you just say go away. Why don’t you just say I
I witnessed the death of the universe… Tumbling, crushing, spinning in the maddening chaos of the spiral Time! Eternity… ceased to exist, Time… was no more, my soul ripped asunder the stars… show no more! Pleading internally I succumb my
In younger years & on my own accord…I wasted so much time on you love, searching for validity of your created nature… seeking the same emotional high, others who’ve experienced you, say, is in the vapors emitting from your exotic
In the dale of despondency, Lost hopes finding themselves, With the first rays of yellowish sun, Life is taking a new turn, Baby bird is ready to fly, Singing his first song in the sky, After a long time I
Children laughing when at play, bright sun rising to greet the day Sweet cream added in my morning coffee, horses munching hay A rusty nut that just breaks free, an ancient majestic noble tree Wind at my back true point
They too are living beings …. We snatch their lives , Even when they are the reason we are alive . They control evry kind of pollution , But we cut them instead of finding a new solution . They
Neath the boughs and eaves; a soul all withered, weathered; grieves. For a love once unfurled Of promises made; and hope assumed and vows murled…. Scattered and battered in the undergrowth lies a heart that has found no rhythm no
I am someone who is as simple as ABC; yet as complicated as physics,chemistry The mere praises of people never thrill me; but the ones who love me for what I am does I like smiling at the butterflies dancing
Rejection and Rejection and Rejection How long will it take to acceptance? Everything seems eclipsed Sunshine seems so far Nights too are cloudy and dark Wandering down here and there finding solace nowhere Nothing seems to subdue the pain, Where
I have a reason to smile, Even if I have to walk for miles and miles; I have a reason to cheer , Even if my life is hard to bear; I have a reason to weep, Even if my
Eighty Five years I lived in this world Throughout my life, I was thirsty for love and care But no one was ready to give me that love. Now I am dead and my body is lying in the Coffin.
Walking along this isolated path again, Treading heavily on those pavements once more; The Eternal Stream has had it slain. The rocks and pebbles have withered away along this shore. In ruins,are those hamlets far away. Desolated are those fields
Playing with perspectives, I lost the original one Lost the hope of ever finding it even and then I saw it coming back to me like a slow motion capture of moments gone by I could see what it meant
Ready, set, go! When I am down and gloomy, When my head feels not-so-roomy, I set my internal clocks And fade out conception blocks. A small lantern can light up the night, And a different point of view can make
We awake Wrapped arms around waist Feeling her fingertips against my flesh My heart against her back Smelling the follicles of her hair No words just moments of memories First conversation First smile First film Wishing we could hold on
Faith was not taking him near the truth. Staring at reason his inner self became a burden on the whispering road. They were going to exhume the body of the martyr for finding the ethos of hope invoking the afternoon
What dwells within the deepest, most utter, most core of one who laughs yet longs for truth and to be true to oneself with another human being…not hiding. But, it is being mentally, emotionally and spiritually naked. It’s frightening, perhaps
Your memories are hidden in plastic covers Like the spring never to appear in my life, But reveals my wonder of secrets in solitude When the sun turned me a bee for your lips It turned me a nightly wind
Captain, my Captain, find another ship, You need not hit the bottom on this rig, Born in this sea, this fateful maiden trip, Make not your cradle be your grave to dig: Sleep not, hear not the siren’s lullaby, But
The clouds shuddered as if stuck you knew what would reach you would not be a gentle breeze as stupid and slow as you’d ever be looking for a barrier a shield managing to take one step back before ragdoll
I love… Paris in the summer, Bombay in the rains Cotton candy clouds, trees drooping over river bends Rickety trains, Topsy-turvey roller coasters Mountain mists, seeing the ocean meet the sky Rainbows (even without the pot of gold), loud thunder
If I could just describe the pain, The pain, of losing you! The pain, of missing those Passionate kisses, stolen at moments. The pain, of looking down onto my chest And not finding your head resting on it. The pain,
When you have nothing left. It is imminent that you create your own peace of mind with every direction. Take some time out and evaluate. Reevaluate. Make peace with the things which we control, and the things we cannot. In
I’ve been lazy. Listening to one side over and over. In constant rewind, traveling to a better time. I realized so much more. Flipping the tape over. Following the sound of your voice. I smiled so much. It’s not that
” The ancient sages solicited from Almighty to be born again ‘here’, The Buddha got ‘Buddhahood’ Only in serene landscape of ‘here’, The ‘world-conqueror’ ‘for all the world’ Returned as ‘Self-conqueror’ only from ‘here’, Many ‘Sufis’ find their ‘Khanqah’ Seeking