Inside: Self love poems to fall in love to… with yourself of course. You deserve all of the love.
Self love has been one of the strongest internal battles that we continuously see overtime at all times. They can be challenging in the sense of body positivity, or even simply not seeing the value and who you are as a human to the world around you.
While it’s so common and so typical to feel this way, and to feel the low self-esteem that we’ve all felt, it’s a pretty tough place to be in when you really need that boost. But poetry is here to help, and so am I to provide you with 45 of the best self love poems to fall in love to… with yourself.
Learning to find of beautiful things about yourself, and inside and out, not only in physical appearance, but also in internal appearance in your personality and your behavior, allows you to begin to grow and natural and very honest self-love.
As best you can, don’t fall into the trap of believing that you’re not worth it, that you’re not worthy of love, and you’re not worth the fight. And here are 45 poems to help with that fight.
Leading Modern Poets
If you walk through the poetry book aisle in any bookstore, there’s gonna be two major poets that you see with the books that are cater just for you in the space. Some of today’s biggest poets fully cover these topics and really tackle the concepts of self-love and self-worth, all while waiting writing poetry and today’s style of prose and mantras that translate well to join your region to generation Z.
Two of these poets, are Rupi Kaur, famous author of Milk and Honey, a book of poems on self-love, romantic love, and many others. Rupi as a Canadian poet, with several published poetry books to date. I remember her poetry started a rise on social media during the very hipster era, when many people were going to write poetry of their own words. She connected to people on a different level, because her style was very new and fresh. You’ve seen Rupi Kaur here are on AestheticPoems before, if you’ve been here long, but we’re probably going to dive into quite a few of her most famous poems, that we all know and love that celebrate the love of ourselves.
Alexandra Vasiliu is a different style of poetry, but very modern and fresh nonetheless. She also started popping up during this hipster era, and really allowed people to find embrace and healing in poetry. While she too celebrates self-love, and has many poems in regarding the healing your inner self, that’s the big thing that all of her poetry is about healing.
Some of these self-love poems are all about finding joy within ourselves, and some of them are about healing, the inner wounds that have us feeling so disconnected and unloved by our own selves. She plans to take on that challenge by writing many poetry books, such as healing words and healing as a gift. We will tackle several poems by Alexandra Vasiliu as well, and learn to love ourselves the way that she teaches through her healing words.
Self Love Poems
1. I’ve spent
So much time
At war with
Myself, I have
Forgotten
I am the walls
of my home
Forgive her, and she
Will forgive you, too
No matter how many times
You asked her to break
—my relationship with my body
2. The universe took its time on you
crafted you to offer the world
something different from everyone else
when you doubt
how you were created
you doubt an energy greater than us both.
3. The Poet and His Song
A song is but a little thing,
And yet what joy it is to sing!
In hours of toil it gives me zest,
And when at eve I long for rest;
When cows come home along the bars,
And in the fold I hear the bell,
As Night, the shepherd, herds his stars,
I sing my song, and all is well.
There are no ears to hear my lays,
No lips to lift a word of praise;
But still, with faith unfaltering,
I live and laugh and love and sing.
What matters yon unheeding throng?
They cannot feel my spirit’s spell,
Since life is sweet and love is long,
I sing my song, and all is well.
My days are never days of ease;
I till my ground and prune my trees.
When ripened gold is all the plain,
I put my sickle to the grain.
I labor hard, and toil and sweat,
While others dream within the dell;
But even while my brow is wet,
I sing my song, and all is well.
Sometimes the sun, unkindly hot,
My garden makes a desert spot;
Sometimes a blight upon the tree
Takes all my fruit away from me;
And then with throes of bitter pain
Rebellious passions rise and swell;
But—life is more than fruit or grain,
And so I sing, and all is well.
4. Self
Once I freed myself of my duties to tasks and people and went down to the cleansing sea…
The air was like wine to my spirit,
The sky bathed my eyes with infinity,
The sun followed me, casting golden snares on the tide,
And the ocean—masses of molten surfaces, faintly gray-blue—sang to my heart…
Then I found myself, all here in the body and brain, and all there on the shore:
Content to be myself: free, and strong, and enlarged:
Then I knew the depths of myself were the depths of space.
And all living beings were of those depths (my brothers and sisters)
And that by going inward and away from duties, cities, street-cars and greetings,
I was dipping behind all surfaces, piercing cities and people,
And entering in and possessing them, more than a brother,
The surge of all life in them and in me…
So I swore I would be myself (there by the ocean)
And I swore I would cease to neglect myself, but would take myself as my mate,
Solemn marriage and deep: midnights of thought to be:
Long mornings of sacred communion, and twilights of talk,
Myself and I, long parted, clasping and married till death.
5. Love After Love
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
6. Song Of Myself
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy…
7. Myself
I have to live with myself, and so
I want to be for myself to know.
Always to look myself straight in the eye,
I don’t want to stand, with the setting sun
And hate myself for the things I’ve done,
I want to go out with my head erect;
I want to deserve all men’s respect;
But here in the struggle for fame and self
I want to be able to like myself.
I don’t want to look at myself and know
That I’m bluster and bluff and empty show
I never can fool myself, and so
Whatever happens I want to be
Self-respecting and conscience free.
8. A Thousand Stories Long
Woman.
You are thousand stories long.
with the depth of the ocean
and an entire constellation
woven into your soul.
And you must remember this
before any man
tries to convince you
that you are less.
9. accept yourself as a work in progress the continue
to build yourself into the person you’re dreaming to be;
the person you have all the potential to be.
accept your flaws, accept your truths. accept your past.
and make light of them. no one can tear you down if
you make peace with who you are and where you’ve
been. if you are going to focus on the negative at all,
focus on turning them into positives. focus on growing.
sometimes, often times, our minds are the scariest
place to sit. it’ll trick you into comparing yourself
to others and it’ll trick you into believing you aren’t
good enough. but you are. you have always been
and you always will be. you’re much more powerful
when you believe in yourself. if you don’t love
all of you, who will?
give yourself time to blossom.
10. Phenomenal Woman
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
11. Self Love Poetry
I am sorry but this is my time.
The time I choose to be selfish.
The time that I need to turn within
to tend and nurture —
to bear white flags across the battlefield
that I have allowed my body to become.
I have turned away (inwards)
not because I have any less love
for the world around me,
but because I am focusing on
finding more love for myself.
12. bloom for yourself
i have bloomed and flowered
a thousand times
in this lifetime
(even when my roots were damaged)
because i let
the dying petals
fall.
Poetry For Confidence
13. who taught you
to unlove yourself
so sweetly
that you actually thought
it tasted
good?
14. I Know My Soul
I plucked my soul out of its secret place,
And held it to the mirror of my eye,
To see it like a star against the sky,
A twitching body quivering in space,
A spark of passion shining on my face.
And I explored it to determine why
This awful key to my infinity
Conspires to rob me of sweet joy and grace.
And if the sign may not be fully read,
If I can comprehend but not control,
I need not gloom my days with futile dread,
Because I see a part and not the whole.
Contemplating the strange, I’m comforted
By this narcotic thought: I know my soul.
15. Warrier
i can’t take my eyes off of me
now that i see myself
i can’t take my mind off of me
can’t believe the tricks
my hands have been up to
the sermons i spoke into existence
the mountains i crushed
with my fingers
and the mountains i built
from all the shit
people tried to
stone me to death with
16. Self-Love
Once when I was running,
from all that haunted me;
to the dark I was succumbing-
to what hurt unbearably.
Searching for the one thing,
that would set my sad soul free.
In time I stumbled upon it,
an inner calm and peace;
and now I am beginning,
to see and to believe,
in who I am becoming-
and all I’ve yet to be.
17. Envy
This rose-tree is not made to bear
The violet blue, nor lily fair,
Nor the sweet mignionet:
And if this tree were discontent,
Or wished to change its natural bent,
It all in vain would fret.
And should it fret, you would suppose
It ne’er had seen its own red rose,
Nor after gentle shower
Had ever smelled its rose’s scent,
Or it could ne’er be discontent
With its own pretty flower.
Like such a blind and senseless tree
As I’ve imagined this to be,
All envious persons are:
With care and culture all may find
Some pretty flower in their own mind,
Some talent that is rare.
18. My Darling
My darling,
You are only human,
and you are allowed to make mistakes.
You are allowed to fall apart sometimes.
You are allowed to hurt and feel pain too much.
You are allowed to ache and get jealous.
Be easy on yourself, and let yourself grow.
Let yourself learn.
Let yourself be.
You are only human,
and you are allowed to make mistakes.
19. I Am Complete Simply Because I Am Imperfect
we think we are lost
while our fuller
found and complete selves
are somewhere in the future
we get on our hands and knees
thinking self-improvement will
help us reach them
but this finding ourselves bullshit
is never going to end
i’m tired of putting off living until
i have more information on who i am
i’m a new person every month
always becoming and unbecoming
only to become again
our fuller selves are not off in the future
they’re right here
in the only moment that exists
i don’t need fixing
i will be searching for answers my whole life
not because i’m a half-formed thing
but because i’m brilliant enough to keep growing
everything necessary to live a vivid life
already exists in me
20. Self-Love
Treat yourself as an honored guest
in your own home. Sweep the floors,
whisking loose hairs and crumbs
into the dustpan, clearing cobwebs
as if you were about to arrive here
for the first time. Stoke the fire
in the wood stove, stacking logs
of birch and maple, whose bark
curls into flames that will warm
the whole house as you step inside
your body, learning to love its shape
like never before. Offer yourself
the wedge of brie you’ve been keeping
at the back of the fridge, pop open
whatever bottle you’ve been saving
for the moment you finally become
your own dream date, your own
special occasion. Now sit at the table
set for one, and feast on a simple
meal of bread and cheese, relishing
each taste of this new life, which has
always been waiting inside you.
21. Deeper Level Self-Love Poem
There’s to the empaths.
to the emotional artists.
to the ones whose outlet
is simply feeling.
you are braver
than you know.
22. The Poet and His Song
A song is but a little thing,
And yet what joy it is to sing!
In hours of toil it gives me zest,
And when at eve I long for rest;
When cows come home along the bars,
And in the fold I hear the bell,
As Night, the shepherd, herds his stars,
I sing my song, and all is well.
There are no ears to hear my lays,
No lips to lift a word of praise;
But still, with faith unfaltering,
I live and laugh and love and sing.
What matters yon unheeding throng?
They cannot feel my spirit’s spell,
Since life is sweet and love is long,
I sing my song, and all is well.
My days are never days of ease;
I till my ground and prune my trees.
When ripened gold is all the plain,
I put my sickle to the grain.
I labor hard, and toil and sweat,
While others dream within the dell;
But even while my brow is wet,
I sing my song, and all is well.
Sometimes the sun, unkindly hot,
My garden makes a desert spot;
Sometimes a blight upon the tree
Takes all my fruit away from me;
And then with throes of bitter pain
Rebellious passions rise and swell;
But—life is more than fruit or grain,
And so I sing, and all is well.
23. Rhapsody
As the mother bird to the waiting nest,
As the regnant moon to the sea,
As joy to the heart that hath first been blest—
So is my love to me.
Sweet as the song of the lark that soars
From the net of the fowler free,
Sweet as the morning that song adores—
So is my love to me!
As the rose that blossoms in matchless grace
Where the canker may not be,
As the well that springs in a desert place—
So is my love to me.
24. Life
I feel the great immensity of life.
All little aims slip from me, and I reach
My yearning soul toward the Infinite.
As when a mighty forest, whose green leaves
Have shut it in, and made it seem a bower
For lovers’ secrets, or for children’s sports,
Casts all its clustering foliage to the winds,
And lets the eye behold it, limitless,
And full of winding mysteries of ways:
So now with life that reaches out before,
And borders on the unexplained Beyond.
I see the stars above me, world on world:
I hear the awful language of all Space;
I feel the distant surging of great seas,
That hide the secrets of the Universe
In their eternal bosoms; and I know
That I am but an atom of the Whole.
25. Serenity
The storms that break and sweep about my feet,
The winds that blow and tear, the rains that fall,
Shall not the courage of my soul appall;
I shall be conqueror, tho’ sore defeat
O’erwhelm the outbound keels of all my fleet
Of dreams; tho’ not one tattered sail, but all
Go down mid sea; with heart serene, I’ll greet
The worst or best, the stronger for the squall.
My soul is set amid the storms of life,—
The hurricanes of passion crash and break
And tides of heathen hate sweep o’er our land;
But calm amid the flying ruins of strife,
Or in the leaping flames around the stake
With pierced hands—my faith serene,—I stand!
Self Love Quotes
26. I’m all about body positivity and self-love because I believe that we can save the world if we first save ourselves.
27. Only love today. Be kind to yourself.
28. Even when it seems that there is no one else, always remember there’s one person who never ceased to love you – yourself.
29. Be faithful to that which exists within yourself.
by Andre Gide
30. Trust yourself. You know more than you think you do.
31. If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.
32. If you ever want to love someone, love yourself unconditionally first.
by Debasish Mridha
33. Believing in our hearts that who we are is enough is the key to a more satisfying and balanced life.
34. Stand up for who you are. Respect your Self and ignite the divine sparks in you.
35. There is nothing noble about being superior to some other man. The true nobility is in being superior to your previous self.
a proverb
36. Loving yourself isn’t vanity; it’s sanity.
37. Just do what works for you, because there will always be somebody who thinks differently.
by Michelle Obama
Beautiful Self Love Poetry
38. self love is
a revolution
that every atom
in your body is
marching for.
39. Supermodel
I’m not looking for validation or acceptance,
I want to be desired with celebration of my presence.
where I’m loved beyond perception and vanity,
all the while my beauty is still cherished
as much as I see it in myself.
40. Golden Child
You don’t have to be afraid cause time is on your side
and they don’t know the power you possess
or the beauty that’s inside
41. Once upon a time
I learned to love myself.
In a way that no one else,
Will ever dare to do.
42. Today I affirm
I am seizing my fears to certainty and possibilities,
I am soaking my bones with strength,
I am soft and beaming with resilience,
The sphere of my fears will not encase me in
The bars of boundaries.
43. You are not small.
You are not unworthy.
You are not insignificant.
The universe wove you from a constellation,
just so atom, every fibre in you comes from
a different star.
Together, you are bound by stardust , altogether
spectacularly created by the energy of the
universe itself.
And that, my darling,
is the poetry of physics,
the poetry of you.
44. from Milk and Honey
i do not want to have you
to fill the empty parts of me
i want to be full on my own
45. where is my selflove
I’m falling out of
I’m trying to find beauty
in my reflection
seems so hard these days
want to love myself again
my one true love
Some of these poems are so cute, fun, lighthearted, and hopefully spread some joy and ideas to you about how beautiful and lovely that you are. Some of them are a little bit deeper, with the knowledge that self-love is far beyond just thinking you’re pretty in the mirror, but it’s falling in love with who you are as a person and seeing the value in yourself to other people should seeing you whether they do or not. Confidence isn’t caring about what others think of you, but it does understand that when others don’t appreciate you enough, it doesn’t affect the way you see yourself. If you could begin the process to learn and grow in this direction, where you’re going to be falling in love with yourself to the point where others reactions and opinions, don’t make a difference, you’re in the right trajectory. it’s a process, and self-love doesn’t happen overnight and it doesn’t happen just because you read 45 self love poems. As much as I wish, that was the case, you’re on a journey to loving yourself, or maybe you’re already in a really confident space and you’re just needing a little bit of a boost. Wherever you’re at with this concept in your life is fine, and you’re welcome here. Find love and find peace in these poems.
