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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Flow

Flow short poem

How can White define the Spread of days, Speed, a haze, The blank slate, Looks barren. The pause button seems too long- Can perseverance deter patience? Maybe, the force of resistance, Has been guillotined, To the blow of flow. Time,

Simple Pleasures

Simple Pleasures short poem

Cuddled under a warm, toasty quilt, Chewing on a bag of gummy bears with no guilt. Making the perfect mud cake, Watching the sunlight glisten off a lake. Letting myself go insane, To fight all things mundane. Cooking a delightful

Hekate

Hekate long poem

In the shadow of moonlight My cape pulled up around Me tight, standing at the crossroads Under the tree of life, eyes like fire In the night… I call upon the spirit of HEKATE As thunder rolls and lightning strikes

Saturday Night At The Movies

Saturday Night At The Movies short poem

for John McBride Neill There was the Savoy and Lyceum, the Majestic and Colosseum, the Regal and the Roxy, the Tonic and the Troxy, the Princess and the Pallidrome, the Alhambra and Hippodrome. Great picture palaces, art deco and glass,

False Truth

False Truth short poem

Fateful memories prick me today Taking me back to life’s old way A storm of dry and vacant tears Snatches away all my cheers My deadly life just spins around Making me sit back rolled up in a wound Cause

Dreams

Dreams short poem

A mist fills my mind, The smoke of a dream As she walks and talks And gives me her hand. A dream that feels real, But we know better. A dream carries you off But you always come home. You

Styes

Styes short poem

It was a searing moment in grueling heat of your flesh, the racist attack had come to surface, the blue eyes, edible gold, in nights the pink veil of the moon, I will cut my wrist to pour out the

The Return Of H.p. Lovecraft

The Return Of H.p. Lovecraft short poem

oblong face like an opal grape crag of nose guarding coinpurse mouth how strange after a brief oblivion – eighty years in the grave leapt an exhalation of moribund mold – body produced as a conjurer’s trick shaken out of

The Being Called God

The Being Called God long poem

Who is this being called God? That many lives are continually lost in his name Wars, riots, quarrels, discriminations all for his sake Is that what he created man for? Of course not I believe. Not to hate, fight and

Broken Glass

Broken Glass prose poem

BROKEN GLASS Standing here in front of me Are many pieces before me Looking down all I see Are different colored pieces Of what was me Broken, shattered and scattered Use to resemble me The glass I see before me

Though A Democrat

Though A Democrat prose poem

Unblinking reflexive opinions lean indubitably, favorably and certifiably with minimal pandering soliciting uber voodoo yawping woos socially quintessentially obviously markedly consciousness brakes alignment defining mine political views loosely yet not strictly, jerry-rigged, hidebound Democratic fealty haltingly pledged ones and twos

Mary

Mary short poem

“Mary, are you blind? Mary, are you dying? Mary, are you kind? Mary, I am happy for you. Mary, Mary, Mary; the blind lady from the darkness. You come slowly from the ground, as your eyes are stitched tight. Mary,

The Evening Unexplained

The Evening Unexplained prose poem

This is an account of an incident unexplained, Many say to a phenomenon supernatural it pertained. For no one can answer what happened that evening, When it was dark and the moon was barely shining. A loud cry had resonated

A thousand dreams

A thousand dreams short poem

A thousand dreams I have experienced and all were better than my reality Forty years I have lived on this planet and all I believe in is eternity Not for the body of course but for the soul that searches

The Corpse

The Corpse short poem

There lies the corpse and the game is over, who won and who lost doesn’t matter because scavengers are closing in and before they pounce on the dead, it has to be removed so that we can at least have

Incoherent lives..

Incoherent lives.. short poem

  Radio blares incoherent songs people speak excitedly about music billboards advertise wares there are outlets everywhere the lights are bright and night still young and the road never ends… There is a girl in silhouette a woman with torn

Thoughts And Prayers

Thoughts And Prayers short poem

For in all that foraging, through the minds eye To kindle the peace; to wounds You might try to placate With words, in that private high. To some, you would care With their souls laid bare And their supplicants made

Adventures Of A New Housewife

Adventures Of A New Housewife short poem

Docked on foreign shores I look back no more With stardust in my eyes Pots and pans by my side I embark on a domestic adventure Go further than I have ever ventured So I sail on unchartered water Pulp

Enjoying The Ride

Enjoying The Ride short poem

Your voice is the perfect song to listen to on a road trip. To view all the things that remind me of you. Miles away from the stress of work. Your voice, the open road. Someone I can love, no

Undoing

Undoing short poem

A tumbler climbs a rain in all crimelessness. Perhaps you will never know my invaginating self. The thirst has become a river. A pile of books and I cannot read. The shadow lengthens on the wall. An eagle melts in

Count your blessings

Count your blessings short poem

I do not wish to conquer the earth, Nor do I want to fathom the sea, I never aspire to possess the sky, I only wish to be shown the path to happiness doing Thy work; Oh Lord lead me

Another New Year

Another New Year prose poem

Count your blessings you’re still here it’s 2018 another wonderous year. 2017 has passed us by ain’t it truly funny how time can really fly. Was 2017 a scream or just routine? Did it make you hoot and holler, kept

Innately miscible

Innately miscible prose poem

From my lashes fall a salty solution but never the solution to the trigger of my violent pollution. Feeding the well within me with ammunition of self-pity. My thoughts seeking through garbage dumps of my mishaps, picking up and hoarding

Massive Wolves

Massive Wolves prose poem

Nestled high in the Rocky Mountain Range, a mystical valley is uniquely situated. Eloquently encased by snow draped peaks. A breading ground for Hoary Marmots. Continually feeding a high spirited pack of massive wolves, is found. These massive wolves are

A Voice within…

A Voice within… short poem

There is a voice in me, I listen to barely. Invisible as phantom shadows, It haunts me, taunts me. I sip some poison Inebriated; It flaunts me. It knocks me off, Scissors me in two, ‘Good or evil, whose baby

The Return Of A Lost Lover

The Return Of A Lost Lover short poem

Same dream, different night a sense of De Ja Vu takes me back to another life… my heart beats fast like angel wings, as you come in out of the shadows I begin to remember everything… Irish green eyes radiating

Let Me Live Again

Let Me Live Again short poem

I want the same love again but something is there that resists, I think its the type of life I had ,revolving around everyday’s new twist, Hoping all to be fine I need someone to assist, Again bring that bright

Tsunami – A Catastrophe Stroy

Tsunami   A Catastrophe Stroy short poem

The sea so calm, beautiful and bright, Ah! So bondy lovely sight! The assuage wave lashing on the shores, Fishermen eject on their daily chores, But who knew that such a morn would come When the sea would become an

I Smiled At Death And Held His Hand

I Smiled At Death And Held His Hand short poem

When I was born, so was death. He awaits my last breath. I would be death’s thorn. Each morn I trilled, and eye balled him. Told him death be a sin, and his thoughts he must kill. Time scurried, passing

Just Another Day

Just Another Day ballad

Bloodshot eyes in heads so wise, they queued outside the door The men whose work began right there, at Tommy’s on the moor. Hands thrust deep in pockets to betray the shaking bones Of weather-beaten fingers whence they laboured sand

Chaste Tree

Chaste Tree short poem

A poem writes my name. I am trembling on paper like salt. Flowing like moon on the black wound. The lamb and the skull. I know the saint invented by masses. You need a fresh awakening. A vastness from nothing

You.

You. prose poem

You. You haunt my dreams, Kill my pride; I couldn’t tell that you Lied. “I love you ” You didn’t love me, You used me And now I sit Every morning adding A little more milk To my coffee So

Purple Daze

Purple Daze short poem

Sunshine haze over milky blue Ocean reflects white horses rolling wave Sea gulls squawk as they glide on warm winds effortlessly, above the port were boatmen slave Splendour azure skies trapping the contours of forests, behind cliffs tallest and brave

God’s Newest Angel

Gods Newest Angel short poem

God, my baby came to live with you And she left some things behind. The pink brush, it was her favorite I would brush her hair before bed nightly. She is going to be scared God. Could you have an

This Must Be What They Call Pain!

This Must Be What They Call Pain! short poem

Am I alive? Is this a dream? Won’t I ever wake? Will I forever scream? The mind says, but my eyes don’t see, My soul wanders like a flowerless bee. Each step I take amongst the endless waste, Minefields of

Radio Man

Radio Man short poem

Back in the Summer of eighty five thank God I was still alive music was filling the streets as I chilled by the strip here’s the trip many girls were dressed with flames both were not ashamed the innocence of

It’s Nothing But A Dream

Its Nothing But A Dream prose poem

They say.. a dream can keep you alive Out of the darkest night where all hope stops to fight… They say… a dream can keep you alive. Where tears never come to an end and all strengths begin to bend

Lunatic Eyes

Lunatic Eyes short poem

My eyes kiss your beauty in trance Lunatic eyes never miss a chance You have taken my heart in glance Love with beauty is in romance You and me can conquer this world This is what pounces as herald Without