Selfbelief Poems

Selfbelief poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of selfbelief poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on selfbelief are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Identity

Identity short poem

The biggest discredit to one’s own self is to not be ‘ yourself ’. To strive to be like someone is the biggest injustice, ever done. To be your own biggest critic. To judge with an impossible yardstick. To never

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Check The Pulse

Check The Pulse short poem

It’s a little hip if you love me it’s a little hip if you don’t and i’ma break down like most people won’t it’s the way it is will and was don’t ask why just because impulse is the pulse

Green Pastures

Green Pastures short poem

In lunatic scape of fringed labellum the creeping malignancy was advancing. i missed a rendezvous with moon when you had brought a blue kiss from abducted lips; again I become a sisypus lifting the rock off your comets of round

Snakes And Ladders

Snakes And Ladders long poem

We played the game, threw the dice at times we got lucky with the game. although caught in a web of lies… though a picture locked in a frame. Life gave pain, left us with misery, and empty people fought

Rise Of Humanity

Rise Of Humanity prose poem

When humanity first became aware, the world was a scary dangerous place. Everything was a mystery, nothing but survival at stake. We created gods to help us make sense. Gods became the catchall to explain the unknown. Gods became religions

London Fog

London Fog short poem

In the London fog she walks like light Light as soft as the lofty stars Dreams are haunted Liverpool ships Herdwick sheep bleating by Lake Windermere She sounds the bells of destiny Oscar Wilde with a black cane Morose of

Beware Of The Signs Of Coming Of Antichrist

Beware Of The Signs Of Coming Of Antichrist long poem

Antichrist denies that Jesus Christ is God who came in the flesh He Opposes God and Exalts himself above God He is the beast rising up out of the sea, having 7 heads and 10 horns Upon his horns 10

In The Year Of The Clover

In The Year Of The Clover prose poem

In The Year of the Clover and the luminous black sun my life did get better all the dreams I ever held dear to my heart have just begun… Apprentice to the Wizard in the shadow of candlelight and a

A Girl’s Stride Along The Masculine Road

A Girls Stride Along The Masculine Road long poem

All braced to face the day, The diurnal engine ignited, Gently revving up, Barging into the quietude Of the colony, With a daily prayer escaping His mumbling lips, As he steered mildly Into the road, To see a car pulled

Blackened Crozier

Blackened Crozier short poem

Let it remain ovarian pure. After strangulation the truth, for hypoxic euphoria. Flies in your face the dirt, the denial, the terracotta of superposition of speech, hiding self-interest. Blackened Crozier for wrinkled crotch, drops the ashes of love on unopened

Waiting for the rain

Waiting for the rain short poem

Waiting for the rain for rain drops to fall on my face to hear the rat-a-tat on the roof to see everything turn green Am waiting for the rains.. When thousand souls come alive cradle of life brims over Am

Signs Of Wounds

Signs Of Wounds short poem

Signs of wounds Her house is there on a circus And there my heart and head in fuss In winter boiled eggs I enjoy In summer sweet curd supplies a boy My longing is only to see her Pretences movement

Justice For The Childless!

Justice For The Childless! short poem

A year has passed since she lost what made her an avis; A lot has happened since the tragedy and the crisis- Still she has nothing at hand and feels aimless! How is it that solving people’s problems is her

Peace In Pieces

Peace In Pieces short poem

She came in pieces In the flitting moments Flying at the speed of mind Leaving a ruffled heart A purpose she gave A path she carved A journey to trek To find her yonder She appeared like the mayamrug Of

A Christmas Carol

A Christmas Carol short poem

There’s a Christmas in my heart That keeps burning The candle of sweet joys And hopeful days, blissful memories of the past Like an eternal shine Of the happiness divine Dispelling, The darkness within And I shine like a sun

Sunset

Sunset short poem

Sun spreading its colourful rays, Slowly dispersing in water at pace, The clouds saluting its attitude The waves tuning its magic magnitude, It’s time for Sunset! It’s time for Sunset! Blowing breeze carried text of peace in it, Foot stamps

Myriad Moods Of A Walk in the Spring…

Myriad Moods Of A Walk in the Spring... short poem

I stare at the bride demure and dainty in her virginal veil. Lift my eyes a little to see her shed her modesty. Lusciously coquettish , an exotic eroticism as she sways to the rhythm of a wild vernal beat.

Withdrawal Symptoms ( Arabic Love Poems)

Withdrawal Symptoms ( Arabic Love Poems) long poem

Before going , the despair suffocates our love and pumps depression doses in kisses In our addiction We lived together the brightest eras of love The addict lovesick was attacked by infection After the end of love I gave up

Our World

Our World short poem

Could be in the past May be in present too You and me disagreed We quarrelled, fought Argued in bitter words For we all wanted to Make our World better Perhaps never realized A simple point to ponder That’s universal

Poetry

Poetry short poem

The flesh was putting up a brave dialogue. I was willing to play the game. Stunned, shocked, pleasantly sore basking in heat of silk throat, I asked the needles to go ahead and stitch the wounds without loss of blood.

The Beauty Of A Letter.

The Beauty Of A Letter. short poem

In the art of letter writing, is a hand that writes it, pouring out the heart, through a sea of beautiful feelings, surrendering the soul. It is like an intricately woven lace of intense emotions, across the flowery page, that

Face your real face

Face your real face short poem

I’m a temporary guest, I will one day fall and distinguish, But you don’t deserve this title, because you are going to be here, you have the power, to turn evil into goodness, your destiny is different from mine, I

The Liverpool Pigeons

The Liverpool Pigeons ode

Mrs Murphy stares blankly out through the backyard door The pigeon coop stands open since her children went to war Pals and chums filled the streets from Old Swan to the Albert docks The sons of the Liverbird leaving in

Farewell

Farewell prose poem

February, had just bid farewell to its 29th day, Knowing that it won’t see it for next four years And that’s why I guess the night seemed a bit longer And silent, and calm, and the wind chose to lazily

Cycle

Cycle elegy

I opened my eyes upon the world My tiny fingers were tightly curled My eyes saw the brightness and quickly closed Sounds all around me filled my ears unopposed I opened my mouth and let out a cry As hands

Christmas is Booked

Christmas is Booked long poem

I check the calendar. Oh, there’s lots of time to spare. I don’t know why I worried. I haven’t a care. Two weeks is a lot of time to do most stuff. I am quite sure that two weeks will

Building Blocks Broken

Building Blocks Broken short poem

The holes we create within our lives Whilst struggling with all the lies A patchwork of building blocks That sometimes make us have to stop And take into our own account Perhaps with help we can surmount Though fear we

Flickering Dream

Flickering Dream short poem

It was your integrity at the time of ubiquitous pain of separation, you want to move the home away from home coming to terms with the trauma your shadow was not following you playing dead nuzzling the earth, racing to

You’ll Be Who You’ll Be

Youll Be Who Youll Be short poem

There was a time where one once told me There’ll be moment when you’ll be who you’ll be I didn’t know it then but I know it now That sometimes you have to choose between the good and the bad

Succession

Succession short poem

Under the shade he spoke vehemently and coherently, He was cautious to please them and they weren’t late to applause, Thousands and thousands flocked and the weather not favourite, They weren’t under shade and drops of rain landed on them,

Inara And Drall

Inara And Drall long poem

Once upon a time in a land far away, Lived a little girl who was scared of the day, As evening glow faded she came out at night, Dancing and singing amidst the moonlight. Her name was Inara for she

Meaning Beside Me

Meaning Beside Me short poem

In time warp, to find the fell of a dark moon my thoughts bring out a birthday gift. The first step in fog discovers the sharp edge of kindness. Who will believe this black and white, suicide of a sage?

Fall

Fall short poem

Remembering the days of old, when father raked the leaves of Golden, yellow, brown and orange Jumping into the huge crisp pile, I tossed them all about As my father raked them on top of me I would creep out

Home

Home prose poem

Some say the Garden of Eden was a myth, that such a beautiful place never existed. The Universe is a cold forbidding, inhospitable place, a place filled with frozen gases, balls of fire, cosmic radiation that can fry one alive,

Carcass

Carcass short poem

You know that sickening stench that comes from a corpse girdled to a steel gurney as, slowly the morbid form degrades and still waits for that last living cell to give in, to wear out or may be just dissected

Unrequited

Unrequited short poem

Longing and wanting to be with the one you love while your heart breaks and shatters at the sight of his back gets further and further away days turn into weeks weeks turn into months and months into years so

The Whirling Storm Of Evil

The Whirling Storm Of Evil long poem

THE WHIRLING STORM OF EVIL From the dark recluse in my thatched mud hut I barricaded myself; with the palm of my hands pressing tightly against my ears, vainly trying to shut out the mournful tune of the dirge playing

New Apartheid

New Apartheid short poem

A skylight begins the apartheid in ironed out differences. At the shores skulls have reappeared. Blue flames were eating away the green carbon of the dying giants. Fake photosynthesis was canning the skimmed breeze in books and encapsulated euthanasia was

Until Next Time

Until Next Time short poem

Life Full of pain and strife How cruel, to snatch away all the good things I had Until I was left with only the bad Why did you have to leave so soon? I miss the times when we used

A Wooden Chair

A Wooden Chair prose poem

He is still leaning, without arms, on legs doomed to be broken. His profession is lively death, solitude and cold. He remembers nothing from his far past, except for birds’ songs, the rustle of pale leaves, the bubble of a