Self-love Poems
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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a lost student's perspective on love
by Trevor Paul
I have to ask myself this question. Why did I ever stop writing? Why have I never shared my writing to the world. Maybe it has to do with my inability to love anything I do. I guess when I thought when I was writing this, my perspective would be a romanticized mumbo jumbo about the girl if been obsessing over since the day I met her. But I think I need to write something about someone else. How can I love a girl so unconditionally and yet fail to give any love to myself?
I think its safe to say I’ve got things I need to work on. But I can’t seem to shake this feeling of love that she makes me feel. Everything just comes easy with her. I don’t hide who I am and I just want to hold her in my arms and never let go. This may sound dumb but I can already see me getting married to her. The fact that I can love this girl so much and yet, fail to be kind to myself makes me realize that there is more to love then just family, friends and relationships.
Self love is a concept that many of us struggle to let into our lives. The entire population of young adults know how important this form of love is to one another. Yet so many of us struggle daily to say one nice thing about ourselves. I guess my incapability to love myself drives from a deep dark pit inside my heart. I’ve always described my heart as an empty cauldron with a leak at the bottom. Can always be refilled, but will eventually empty. Left with nothing but a numbness, empty and depressive feeling.
But it doesn’t have to end in darkness. Many amazing events drive from love. It is not only the act of marriage that defines what love is. Love comes in all shapes and sizes, just like the human body. And the human body, that’s where love was born. Our heart can only define what we see love is. My heart see’s love in hopefulness. One day I will feel that ultimate love. But that’s just my perspective.
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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𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉
by Minnie Mimi
I am enough…
So when you walk stand up straight.. because if u have a hunch in your back it’ll make your words harder to pronounciate
I AM ENOUGH…
So it's okay to feel vulnerable in places where you are weakened.. have you heard blacker the berry sweeter the juice..well women that come in my condition always keep the Kool-aid sweetened.
I AM ENOUGH…
Even when you find the words to say that you're not.. be confident in your beauty your 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 you're a sight that cannot be unsought.. and I know I know you're contradicting this thought but that's just because your me.. but I'm also telling you everything there NOT.
I AM ENOUGH.
Moral of the story sis.. its always been me and you I know I'm just the voice you hear that gets you through and through but I want you to know I'm here for you. you are that lotus that blooms
You are not the sun but you dwell on top of the moon
You are the sea. you are the seashells that float onto the shore from the waves Dupree.
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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.
......
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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Inner Universe
by Doreen Lundie
A thousand whispers
Echo in my mind
The what ifs and the maybes
That have kept me here, confined.
An inner universe forgotten.
An undiscovered life
To find the courage of acceptance
To heal the child inside
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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an ordinary young man
by aditya vats
My nose is irritated again,
Zack have you seen
the heroin or cocaine
Oh great! He’s passed ou-
Move away! He has overdosed
Get him some help!
Blimey!
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