67 Poems about Yourself to Celebrate Your Uniqueness

Do you often feel like you are an individual, yet unheard and unseen?

Do the same thoughts, struggles, and anxieties hover over your head time after time?

You’re not alone.

At some point or another in our lives, we all want to be seen for who we truly are – unique individuals with distinctiveness that make us special.

As British poet Rudyard Kipling said: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.”

With that being said, we’ve gathered some amazing poems about yourself that can help you reflect on your greatest characteristics and loving traits.

From famous quotes to expert opinions, this collection of poems about being yourself is sure to provide the reassurance and inspiration needed for embracing your true self.

So get ready to start reading these be yourself poems!

Best Poems about Yourself

Have you ever felt like you’re one-of-a-kind, with your own quirks and charms that make you stand out from the crowd? Well, these poems about yourself are a reminder that it’s not only okay, but downright amazing, to be different. So go ahead and check out these poems and celebrate the magic that is you!

1. I Am!

       by John Clare

I am—yet what I am none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self-consumer of my woes—
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems;
Even the dearest that I loved the best
Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below—above the vaulted sky.

2. I Will Be Worthy of It

       by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I may not reach the heights I seek,
My untried strength may fail me;
Or, half-way up the mountain peak
Fierce tempests may assail me.
But though that place I never gain,
Herein lies comfort for my pain —
I will be worthy of it.

I may not triumph in success,
Despite my earnest labour;
I may not grasp results that bless
The efforts of my neighbour.
But though my goal I never see,
This thought shall always dwell with me—
I will be worthy of it.

The golden glory of Love’s light
May never fall on my way;
My path may always lead through night,
Like some deserted byway.
But though life’s dearest joy I miss
There lies a nameless strength in this —
I will be worthy of it.

3. Self

       by James Oppenheim

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.

4. Before I…

       by Insiya K. Patanwala

Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is to love yourself,
To find the wholeness that you seek.

Before I knew the light,
I have had my fair share of darkness, too,
Where my world fell into a hopelessness
And I didn’t know how to get through.

For I have known the tears it takes,
The courage to stand up again,
When you are broken down and bruised
And you know nothing but the pain.

You forget to appreciate love,
If you haven’t seen the hate,
Till you forget the meaning of smile and laughter,
And your heart is left abate.

I have known the strength and courage
It requires to get it right,
To face the things that hold you down
And hold your head up and fight.

Before I was who I am now,
I was someone I didn’t want to be.
I was lost, battered, and defeated,
Before I knew how to be me!

5. I Know My Soul

       by Claude McKay

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.

6. Song of Myself, 52

       by Walt Whitman

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me—he complains of my gab and my loitering.
I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable;
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

The last scud of day holds back for me;
It flings my likeness after the rest, and true as any, on the shadow’d wilds;
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.

I depart as air—I shake my white locks at the runaway sun;
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.

I bequeathe myself to the dirt, to grow from the grass I love;
If you want me again, look for me under your boot-soles.

You will hardly know who I am, or what I mean;
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.

Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged;
Missing me one place, search another;
I stop somewhere, waiting for you.

7. The Revolt of Mother

       by Alice Duer Miller

I am old-fashioned, and I think it right
That man should know, by Nature’s laws eternal,
The proper way to rule, to earn, to fight,
And exercise those functions called paternal;
But even I a little bit rebel
At finding that he knows my job as well.

At least he’s always ready to expound it,
Especially in legislative hall,
The joys, the cares, the halos that surround it,
“How women feel”—he knows that best of all.
In fact his thesis is that no one can
Know what is womanly except a man.

I am old-fashioned, and I am content
When he explains the world of art and science
And government—to him divinely sent—
I drink it in with ladylike compliance.
But cannot listen—no, I’m only human—
While he instructs me how to be a woman.

8. The Cities Inside Us

       by Alberto Ríos

We live in secret cities
And we travel unmapped roads.

We speak words between us that we recognize
But which cannot be looked up.

They are our words.
They come from very far inside our mouths.

You and I, we are the secret citizens of the city
Inside us, and inside us

There go all the cars we have driven
And seen, there are all the people

We know and have known, there
Are all the places that are

But which used to be as well. This is where
They went. They did not disappear.

We each take a piece
Through the eye and through the ear.

It’s loud inside us, in there, and when we speak
In the outside world

We have to hope that some of that sound
Does not come out, that an arm

Not reach out
In place of the tongue.

9. I am the People, the Mob

       by Carl Sandburg

I am the people — the mob–the crowd–the mass.
Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me?
I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the
world’s food and clothes.
I am the audience that witnesses history. The Napoleons
come from me and the Lincolns.
I am the seed ground. I am a prairie that will stand
for much plowing. Terrible storms pass over me.
I forget. The best of me is sucked out and wasted.
I forget. Everything but death comes to me and
makes me work and give up what I have. And I
Sometimes I grows, shake myself and spatter a few red
drops for history to remember. Then–I forget.
When I, the People, learn to remember, when I, the
People, use the lessons of yesterday and no longer
forget who robbed me last year, who played me for
a fool–then there will be no speaker in all the world
say the name: “The People,” with any fleck of a
sneer in his voice or any far off smile of derision.
The mob–the crowd–the mass–will arrive then.

10. Moments of Vision

       by Thomas Hardy

That mirror
Which makes of men a transparency,
Who holds that mirror
And bids us such a breast-bared spectacle to see
Of you and me?

That mirror
Whose magic penetrates like a dart,
Who lifts that mirror
And throws our mind back on us, and our heart,
Until we start?

That mirror
Works well in these night hours of ache;
Why in that mirror
Are tincts we never see ourselves once take
When the world is awake?

That mirror
Can test each mortal when unaware;
Yea, that strange mirror
May catch his last thoughts, whole life foul or fair,
Reflecting it—where?

11. Happy, Happy It Is to Be

       by Walter De La Mare

“Happy, happy it is to be
Where the greenwood hangs o’er the dark blue sea;
To roam in the moonbeams clear and still
And dance with the elves
Over dale and hill;
To taste their cups, and with them roam
The field for dewdrops and honeycomb.
Climb then, and come, as quick as you can,
And dwell with the fairies, Elizabeth Ann!

“Never, never, comes tear or sorrow,
In the mansions old where the fairies dwell;
But only the harping of their sweet harp-strings,
And the lonesome stroke of a distant bell,
Where upon hills of thyme and heather,
The shepherd sits with his wandering sheep;
And the curlew wails, and the skylark hovers
Over the sand where the conies creep;
Climb then, and come, as quick as you can,
And dwell with the fairies, Elizabeth Ann!”

12. Be the Best of Whatever You Are

       by Douglas Malloch

If you can’t be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
The best little scrub by the side of the rill;
Be a bush if you can’t be a tree.

If you can’t be a bush be a bit of the grass,
And some highway happier make;
If you can’t be a muskie then just be a bass —
But the liveliest bass in the lake!

We can’t all be captains, we’ve got to be crew,
There’s something for all of us here,
There’s big work to do, and there’s lesser to do,
And the task you must do is the near.

If you can’t be a highway then just be a trail,
If you can’t be the sun be a star;
It isn’t by size that you win or you fail —
Be the best of whatever you are!

Famous Poems about Yourself

These poems capture the essence of what makes you, you – the quirks, the qualities, the passions – and put them into beautiful words that will resonate with your soul. So go ahead and check them out, you might just discover a new favorite that perfectly captures the essence of the one and only you.

1. Myself

       by Edgar A. Guest

I have to live with myself and so
I want to be fit for myself to know.
I want to be able as days go by,
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 have done.
I don’t want to keep on a closet shelf
a lot of secrets about myself
and fool myself as I come and go
into thinking no one else will ever know
the kind of person I really am,
I don’t want to dress up myself in sham.
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 wealth
I want to be able to like myself.
I don’t want to look at myself and know
I am bluster and bluff and empty show.
I never can hide myself from me;
I see what others may never see;
I know what others may never know,
I never can fool myself and so,
whatever happens I want to be
self respecting and conscience free.

2. Barter

       by Sara Teasdale

Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children’s faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit’s still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.

3. I Have This Way of Being

       by Jamaal May

I have this, and this isn’t a mouth
full of the names of odd flowers

I’ve grown in secret.
I know none of these by name

but have this garden now,
and pastel somethings bloom

near the others and others.
I have this trowel, these overalls,

this ridiculous hat now.
This isn’t a lung full of air.

Not a fist full of weeds that rise
yellow then white then windswept.

This is little more than a way
to kneel and fill gloves with sweat,

so that the trowel in my hand
will have something to push against,

rather, something to push
against that it knows will bend

and give and return as sprout
and petal and sepal and bloom.

4. Moonlight

       by Sara Teasdale

It will not hurt me when I am old,
A running tide where moonlight burned
Will not sting me like silver snakes;
The years will make me sad and cold,
It is the happy heart that breaks.

The heart asks more than life can give,
When that is learned, then all is learned;
The waves break fold on jewelled fold,
But beauty itself is fugitive,
It will not hurt me when I am old.

5. If Thou Must Love Me

       by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love’s sake only. Do not say,
“I love her for her smile—her look—her way
Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day”—
For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may
Be changed, or change for thee—and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity’s wiping my cheeks dry:
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love’s sake, that evermore
Thou mayst love on, through love’s eternity.

6. I Am the World

       by Dora Sigerson Shorter

I am the song, that rests upon the cloud;
I am the sun;
I am the dawn, the day, the hiding shroud,
When dusk is done.

I am the changing colours of the tree;
The flower uncurled;
I am the melancholy of the sea;
I am the world.

The other souls that, passing in their place,
Each in his groove;
Outstretching hands that chain me and embrace,
Speak and reprove.

‘O atom of that law, by which the earth
Is poised and whirled;
Behold! you hurrying with the crowd assert
You are the world.’

Am I not one with all the things that be
Warm in the sun?
All that my ears can hear, or eyes can see,
Till all be done.

Of song and shine, of changing leaf apart,
Of bud uncurled:
With all the senses pulsing at my heart,
I am the world.

One day the song that drifts upon the wind
I shall not hear:
Nor shall the rosy shoots to eyes grown blind
Again appear.

Deaf, in the dark, I shall arise and throw
From off my soul
The withered world with all its joy and woe,
That was my goal.

I shall arise, and like a shooting star
Slip from my place;
So lingering see the old world from afar
Revolve in space.

And know more things than all the wise may know
Till all be done;
Till One shall come who, breathing on the stars,
Blows out the sun.

7. Ariel

       by Sylvia Plath

Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue  
Pour of tor and distances.

God’s lioness,  
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees!—The furrow

Splits and passes, sister to  
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,

Berries cast dark  

Black sweet blood mouthfuls,  
Something else

Hauls me through air—
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.

Godiva, I unpeel—
Dead hands, dead stringencies.

And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.  
The child’s cry

Melts in the wall.  
And I
Am the arrow,

The dew that flies
Suicidal, at one with the drive  
Into the red

Eye, the cauldron of morning.

8. Lady Montrevor

       by Christina Rossetti

I do not look for love that is a dream—
I only seek for courage to be still;
To bear my grief with an unbending will,
And when I am a-weary not to seem.
Let the round world roll on; let the sun beam;
Let the wind blow, and let the rivers fill
The everlasting sea, and on the hill
The palms almost touch heaven, as children deem.
And, though young spring and summer pass away,
And autumn and cold winter come again,
And though my soul, being tired of its pain,
Pass from the ancient earth, and though my clay
Return to dust, my tongue shall not complain;—
No man shall mock me after this my day.

9. If You Would Be Happy

       by Anonymous

Keep your temper.
Gain a little knowledge every day.
Make few promises, and speak the truth.
Give full measure and weight with a just balance.
Consent to common custom, but not to common folly.

Be cautious of believing ill, but more cautious of repeating it.
Have courage to wear your old clothes until you can pay for new ones.
Think of Heaven with hearty purpose and strong hope to get there.
Do good to all, that thou mayest keep thy friends and gain thine enemies.
Count your resources; find out what you are not fit for, and give up wishing for it.

10. The Black Queen

       by Carrie Law Morgan Figgs

All hail! This honest dusky maid,
Let all others prostrate fall;
Bring forth the international diadem,
And crown her queen of all.

In all pure womanly qualities,
She stands serene and tall,
Way up above the average,
This makes her queen of all.

She’s not a sluggard at any place,
She answers duty’s call
Come all ye people, small and great,
And crown her queen of all.

She stands bolt upright by her men,
She will not let them fall,
Now for her valor, tip your hat,
And crown her queen of all.

11. Alone in a Room

       by Anonymous

Alone in a room 
solitude my wisest friend
and I’m great with that 
my company I keep best 
and art is my salvation

multitude of forms 
music movies books writing 
fleeting loneliness 
wiped away like all other 
impermanent emotions 

you can’t face yourself 
running around in circles 
called mental illness 
while society is the 
great ill to be withdrawn from

12. My Personal Quest

       by Patricia a Fleming

For most of my life, I’ve been on a quest
To discover just who I might be,
Earnestly searching, day after day,
So desperate to recognize me.

I’ve felt moments of utter fulfillment
And moments I couldn’t go on,
But I knew for the sake of my heart and my soul,
To succeed, I would have to be strong.

But the people around me seemed so lost themselves
That I feared I might be on my own.
But then there’d be someone who would reach out and help
And remind me I wasn’t alone.

I’ve wanted so much to be happy,
To know what it was to feel peace,
And I thought if I finally felt sure of myself,
Then the pain and the struggles would cease.

But I’ve learned that this journey is endless;
The discoveries are fresh every day,
And no matter how much I might know of myself,
They’ll be times I will still lose my way.

And as I’ve grown older, I truly believe
I may never know all I can be.
But the answers are not waiting out in the world
But have always laid right inside me.

We’re all on this quest to discover ourselves,
Together but through our own ways,
Overcoming whatever might get in our paths,
So we can feel better someday.

But always remember not to stray far
From what matters and what’s really true.
In this life you don’t have to be perfect.
In the end, you just have to be you.

Inspirational Poems about Yourself

These inspirational poems about yourself are truly something special. They highlight the beauty and strength in being yourself, even when the world tries to tell you otherwise. These poems are sure to leave you feeling inspired and empowered. So take a peek and let these words remind you of just how amazing you truly are.

1. The Modern Woman to Her Lover

       by Margaret Widdemer

I shall not lie to you any more,
Flatter or fawn to attain my end—
I am what never has been before,
Woman—and Friend.

I shall be strong as a man is strong,
I shall be fair as a man is fair,
Hand in locked hand we shall pass along
To a purer air:

I shall not drag at your bridle-rein,
Knee pressed to knee shall we ride the hill;
I shall not lie to you ever again—
Will you love me still?

2. I Am

       by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I know not whence I came,
I know not whither I go
But the fact stands clear that I am here
In this world of pleasure and woe.
And out of the mist and murk,
Another truth shines plain.
It is in my power each day and hour
To add to its joy or its pain.
I know that the earth exists,
It is none of my business why.
I cannot find out what it’s all about,
I would but waste time to try.
My life is a brief, brief thing,
I am here for a little space.
And while I stay I would like, if I may,
To brighten and better the place.

The trouble, I think, with us all
Is the lack of a high conceit.
If each man thought he was sent to this spot
To make it a bit more sweet,
How soon we could gladden the world,
How easily right all wrong.
If nobody shirked, and each one worked
To help his fellows along.
Cease wondering why you came–
Stop looking for faults and flaws.
Rise up to day in your pride and say,
“I am part of the First Great Cause!
However full the world
There is room for an earnest man.
It had need of me or I would not be,
I am here to strengthen the plan.”

3. The Solitary

       by Sara Teasdale

My heart has grown rich with the passing of years,
I have less need now than when I was young
To share myself with every comer
Or shape my thoughts into words with my tongue.

It is one to me that they come or go
If I have myself and the drive of my will,
And strength to climb on a summer night
And watch the stars swarm over the hill.
Let them think I love them more than I do,
Let them think I care, though I go alone;
If it lifts their pride, what is it to me
Who am self-complete as a flower or a stone.

4. The Crystal Gazer

       by Sara Teasdale

I shall gather myself into my self again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.
I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.

I shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent.
Watching the future come and the present go
And the little shifting pictures of people rushing
In tiny self-importance to and fro.

5. On Joy and Sorrow

       by Kahlil Gibran

Then a woman said, Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

6. I Am Like a Rose

       by D. H. Lawrence

I am myself at last; now I achieve
My very self. I, with the wonder mellow,
Full of fine warmth, I issue forth in clear
And single me, perfected from my fellow.

Here I am all myself. No rose-bush heaving
Its limpid sap to culmination, has brought
Itself more sheer and naked out of the green
In stark-clear roses, than I to myself am brought.

7. Cleon and I

       by Charles Mackay

Cleon hath a million acres, ne’er a one have I;
Cleon dwelleth in a palace, in a cottage I;
Cleon hath a dozen fortunes, not a penny I;
Yet the poorer of the twain is Cleon, and not I.

Cleon, true, possesseth acres, but the landscape I;
Half the charms to me it yieldeth money cannot buy.
Cleon harbors sloth and dulness, freshening vigor I;
He in velvet, I in fustian, richer man am I.

Cleon is a slave to grandeur, free as thought am I;
Cleon fees a score of doctors, need of none have I;
Wealth-surrounded, care-environed, Cleon fears to die;
Death may come, he ’ll find me ready,—happier man am I.

Cleon sees no charms in nature, in a daisy I;
Cleon hears no anthems ringing in the sea and sky;
Nature sings to me forever, earnest listener I;
State for state, with all attendants, who would change? Not I.

8. A Minor Poet

       by Stephen Vincent Benét

I am a shell. From me you shall not hear
The splendid tramplings of insistent drums,
The orbed gold of the viol’s voice that comes,
Heavy with radiance, languorous and clear.
Yet, if you hold me close against the ear,
A dim, far whisper rises clamorously,
The thunderous beat and passion of the sea,
The slow surge of the tides that drown the mere.

Others with subtle hands may pluck the strings,
Making even Love in music audible,
And earth one glory. I am but a shell
That moves, not of itself, and moving sings;
Leaving a fragrance, faint as wine new-shed,
A tremulous murmur from great days long dead.

9. Sybil

       by Julia Ward Howe

Your head is wild with books, Sybil,
But your heart is good and kind—
I feel a new contentment near you,
A pleasure of the mind.

Glad should I be to sit beside you,
And let long hours glide by,
Reading, through all your sweet narrations,
The language of your eye.

Since the maternal saint I worshipped
Did look and love her last,
No woman o’er my wayward spirit
Such gentle spell has cast.

Oh! tell me of your varied fortunes,
For you know not, from your face
Looks out strange sadness, lit with rapture,
And melancholy grace.

You are a gem, whose native brilliance
Could never wholly reign,
An opal, whose prismatic fire
A white cloud doth restrain.

And thus, the mood to which you move me
Is never perfect, quite,
‘Tis pity, wonderment, and pleasure,
Opacity and light.

Bear me then in your presence, Sybil,
And leave your hand in mine,
For, though human be my nature,
You’ve made it half divine.

10. The Bronze Legacy

       by Effie Lee Newsome

’Tis a noble gift to be brown, all brown,
Like the strongest things that make up this earth,
Like the mountains grave and grand,
Even like the very land,
Even like the trunks of trees—
Even oaks, to be like these!
God builds His strength in bronze.

To be brown like thrush and lark!
Like the subtle wren so dark!
Nay, the king of beasts wears brown;
Eagles are of this same hue.
I thank God, then, I am brown.
Brown has mighty things to do.

11. I Am Worthy

       by Alison Malee

I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince me otherwise.

I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince me otherwise.

I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince me otherwise.

I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince me otherwise.

Short Poems about Yourself

Have you ever wanted to celebrate your unique qualities but didn’t know how? Well, look no further because these short poems about yourself are just what you need! They are the perfect way to recognize your strengths and embrace your individuality. So why not take a moment to celebrate yourself with a little poetry? Trust us, you won’t regret it.

1. I Took My Power in My Hand

       by Emily Dickinson

I took my Power in my Hand—
And went against the World—
‘Twas not so much as David—had—
But I—was twice as bold—

I aimed by Pebble—but Myself
Was all the one that fell—
Was it Goliath—was too large—
Or was myself—too small?

2. Life

       by William Makepeace Thackeray

Life is a mirror: if you frown at it,
it frowns back;
if you smile,
it returns the greeting.

3. I’m Nobody! Who are you?

       by Emily Dickinson

I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!

4. Indian Summer

       by Dorothy Parker

In youth, it was a way I had
To do my best to please,
And change, with every passing lad,
To suit his theories.

But now I know the things I know,
And do the things I do;
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you!

5. As I Walked by Myself

       by Mother Goose

As I walked by myself
And talked to myself,
Myself said unto me,
Look to thyself,
Take care of thyself,
For nobody cares for thee.

I answered myself,
And said to myself,
In the selfsame repartee,
Look to thyself,
Or not look to thyself,
The selfsame thing will be.

6. I Am but a Small-Winged Bird

       by Sidney Lanier

I am but a small-winged bird:
But I will conquer the big world
As the bee-martin beats the crow,
By attacking it always from Above.

7. Austerity

       by Janet Loxley Lewis

I have lived so long
On the cold hills alone …
I loved the rock
And the lean pine trees,
Hated the life in the turfy meadow,
Hated the heavy, sensuous bees.
I have lived so long
Under the high monotony of starry skies,
I am so cased about
With the clean wind and the cold nights,
People will not let me in
To their warm gardens
Full of bees.

8. On a Columnar Self

       by Emily Dickinson

On a Columnar Self—
How ample to rely
In Tumult—or Extremity—
How good the Certainty

That Lever cannot pry—
And Wedge cannot divide
Conviction—That Granitic Base—
Though None be on our Side—

Suffice Us—for a Crowd—
Ourself—and Rectitude—
And that Assembly—not far off
From furthest Spirit—God—

9. I Want to Go with the One I Love

       by Bertolt Brecht

I want to go with the one I love.
I do not want to calculate the cost.
I do not want to think about whether it’s good.
I do not want to know whether he loves me.
I want to go with whom I love.

10. Compensation

       by Sara Teasdale

I should be glad of loneliness
And hours that go on broken wings,
A thirsty body, a tired heart
And the unchanging ache of things,
If I could make a single song
As lovely and as full of light,
As hushed and brief as a falling star
On a winter night.

11. This Way

       by Esther L. Krenzin

I treat you this way
because I can’t afford to acknowledge your pain
if I did
I’d have to acknowledge my own.

Poems about Yourself That Rhyme

These poems about yourself with rhyming words are just what you need to showcase your uniqueness and celebrate all the things that make you YOU. Not only are these poems fun and engaging, but they also offer a creative outlet for self-expression. So whether you’re feeling happy, sad, or anything in between, check them out and let those rhymes flow!

1. Invictus

       by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

2. Foreboding

       by Ellen P. Allerton

I will not look for storms when skies are glowing,
With hues of summer sunsets painted o’er;
When all my tides of life are softly flowing,
I will not listen for the breaker’s roar.

I will not search the future for its sorrows,
Nor peer ahead for lions in the way,
I will not weep o’er possible to-morrows—
Sufficient is the evil of to-day.

3. Be Proud of Who You Are

       by S Raine

I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am, from my head to my toes.
I tend to get loud when speaking my mind.
Even a little crazy some of the time.
I’m not a size 5 and don’t care to be.
You can be you and I can be me.
I try to stay strong when pain knocks me down.
And the times that I cry are when no one’s around.
To error is human or so that’s what they say.
Well, tell me who’s perfect anyway.

4. For a Poet

       by Countee Cullen

I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold;
Where long will cling the lips of the moth,
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth;
I hide no hate; I am not even wroth
Who found earth’s breath so keen and cold;
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold.

5. Don’t Give Up on Yourself

       by Katy A. Brown

I’m on my way.
They may ask me, “Where to?”
Well, that I cannot say…
For even I have no clue.

I know it’s rather far,
For it has to make me whole.
The road to the stars,
The path to my soul.

I must go alone,
But I’ll miss you all, believe me.
I must travel into the unknown,
I must sail all of the seas.

You see, I’ve lost something of mine.
It’s special and grand…
Magnificent in its design.
How I lost it is hard to understand.

What did I lose?
Well…I’m not exactly sure.
Please, my confusion you must excuse…
I just know I must find a cure.

I have a terrible disease,
The name of it escapes me.
But it stops your hair from blowing in the breeze.
It stops your heart from feeling free.

I think it’s called “Lack of Adventure,”
But correct me if I’m wrong.
That is why I must go on this venture,
For my very essence I must prolong.

I think I may have left my heart somewhere
Or the part of me that believes….
I’ll be back soon, I swear!
But for awhile, I must leave.

I know I’m on my way,
And though I may not know where
Myself I cannot betray…
For I know I’m somewhere out there.

6. A Vow

       by Edgar A. Guest

I might not ever scale the mountain heights
Where all the great men stand in glory now;
I may not ever gain the world’s delights
Or win a wreath of laurel for my brow;
I may not gain the victories that men
Are fighting for, nor do a thing to boast of;
I may not get a fortune here, but then.
The little that I have I’ll make the most of.

I’ll make my little home a palace fine.
My little patch of green a garden fair.
And I shall know each humble plant and vine
As rich men know their orchid blossoms rare.
My little home may not be much to see;
Its chimneys may not tower far above;
But it will be a mansion great to me,
For in its walls I’ll keep a hoard of love.

I will not pass my modest pleasures by
To grasp at shadows of more splendid things,
Disdaining what of joyousness is nigh
Because I am denied the joy of kings.
But I will laugh and sing my way along,
I’ll make the most of what is mine to-day,
And if I never rise above the throng,
I shall have lived a full life anyway.

6. The Self-Unseeing

       by Thomas Hardy

Here is the ancient floor,
Footworn and hollowed and thin,
Here was the former door
Where the dead feet walked in.

She sat here in her chair,
Smiling into the fire;
He who played stood there,
Bowing it higher and higher.

Childlike, I danced in a dream;
Blessings emblazoned that day;
Everything glowed with a gleam;
Yet we were looking away!

8. I Am Someone…

       by Brittany Kelley

I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as she listens.
I am someone who will tell you what you mean to her on a dime.
I am someone who is nice and caring, whose shadow glistens.

I am someone who can give you everything.
I am someone who knows what she wants.
I am someone who has dreams like Martin Luther King.
I am someone who is as warm as a basket of croissants.

I am someone who wears her heart on her sleeve.
I am someone who gets taken advantage of.
I am someone who has never had a kiss on New Year’s Eve.
I am someone who is ready to fall in love.

I am someone who believes in honesty and trust.
I am someone who loves what she does.
I am someone who believes self-happiness and love are a must.
I am someone who tries to be fair and just.

I am someone who is ready for anything.
I am someone who is telling you who I am.
I am someone who has that crazy extra little zing.
I am someone who can be your grand slam.

This is who I am.

4. Count Your Blessings

       by William Henry Dawson

It’s strange but true that common things,
Like sunshine, rain and snow,
The happy little bird that sings,
The fragrant flowers that grow;
The meals with which we’re blessed each day,
The sweet sleep of the night,
The friends who ever with us stay,
The shadows and the light,
The tender care of mother dear,
The kiss of loving wife,
The baby prattle that we hear –
The best things in our life –
Are not loved by us half so well
As things that seem more rare.
For instance some old, broken bell,
Or stone picked up somewhere;
An ancient coin with unknown date,
An arrow head of stone,
Or piece of broken armor plate
Worn by someone unknown.
Exclusive ownership we crave,
No matter what the prize –
True from the cradle to the grave,
Of foolish and of wise.
Oh, selfish mortal, don’t you know
’Twould better be, by far,
If you would train your love to grow
Among the things that are
Just common to your daily life?
You’ve blessings by the score,
Then why engage in constant strife
For more, and more, and more?

10. Beauty

       by Elinor Wylie

Say not of beauty she is good,
Or aught but beautiful,
Or sleek to doves’ wings of the wood
Her wild wings of a gull.

Call her not wicked; that word’s touch
Consumes her like a curse;
But love her not too much, too much,
For that is even worse.

O, she is neither good nor bad,
But innocent and wild!
Enshrine her and she dies, who had
The hard heart of a child.

Poems about Yourself to Inspire You

Whether it’s a quirky personality trait or a particular talent, we are all one of a kind. These poems will not only encourage you to embrace your individuality, but they may also provide some insight into who you truly are. So take a break from the hustle and bustle of daily life and find some inspiration in these beautiful poems that celebrate the amazing person that is you.

1. Afternoon on a Hill

       by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!

2. My Symphony

       by William Henry Channing

To live content with small means;
to seek elegance rather than luxury,
and refinement rather than fashion,
to be worthy, not respectable,
and wealthy, not rich;
to study hard, think quietly,
talk gently, act frankly,
to listen to stars and birds,
to babes and sages,
with open heart,
to bear all cheerfully,
to all bravely await occasions,
hurry never.
In a word, to let the spiritual unbidden
and unconscious grow up through the common.
This is to be my symphony.

3. A Song of Life

       by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

In the rapture of life and of living,
I lift up my heart and rejoice,
And I thank the great Giver for giving
The soul of my gladness a voice.
In the glow of the glorious weather,
In the sweet-scented sensuous air,
My burdens seem light as a feather—
They are nothing to bear.

In the strength and the glory of power,
In the pride and the pleasure of wealth,
(For who dares dispute me my dower
Of talents and youth-time and health?)
I can laugh at the world and its sages—
I am greater than seers who are sad,
For he is most wise in all ages
Who knows how to be glad.

I lift up my eyes to Apollo,
The god of the beautiful days,
And my spirit soars off like a swallow
And is lost in the light of its rays.
Are you troubled and sad? I beseech you
Come out of the shadows of strife—
Come out in the sun while I teach you
The secret of life.

Come out of the world—come above it—
Up over its crosses and graves.
Though the green earth is fair and I love it,
We must love it as masters, not slaves.
Come up where the dust never rises—
But only the perfume of flowers—
And your life shall be glad with surprises
Of beautiful hours.

Come up where the rare golden wine is
Apollo distills in my sight,
And your life shall be happy as mine is,
And as full of delight.

4. How Happy Is the Little Stone

       by Emily Dickinson

How happy is the little Stone
That rambles in the Road alone,
And doesn’t care about Careers
And Exigencies never fears —
Whose Coat of elemental Brown
A passing Universe put on,
And independent as the Sun
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute Decree
In casual simplicity —

5. If I Could Be Someone

       by Anonymous

If I could be someone,
Who could I be?
My mother, my father,
or someone who’s free.
I wish I could be someone
Whose different in all ways.
Someone who’s rich or famous,
Or has those days.
If I could be someone,
I would choose to be free.
Free from rants and the paparazzi,
Choose to be filled with joy and glee.
If I could be someone,
I know exactly who to be.
Unique and different from all,
I would choose to be me.

6. Be the Best of Whatever You Are

       by Douglas Malloch

If you can’t be a pine on top of the hill
Be a scrub in the valley – but be
The best little scrub at the side of the rill.
Be a bush if you can’t be a tree.

If you can’t be a bush be a bit of grass
Some highway to happier make.
If you can’t be a muskie then just be a bass,
But the liveliest bass in the lake.

We can’t all be captains, we’ve got to have crew,
There’s something for all of us here.
There’s big work to do and there’s lesser work too
And the task we must do is near.

If you can’t be a highway, then just be a trail.
If you can’t be the sun be a star.
It isn’t by size that you win or you fail.
Be the best of whatever you are.

7. I Believe

       by Emmah A. Odhiambo

Into this world I came,
The light of the sun,
On my face I craved.
In the cool breezing wind,
Under the moonlight I sat,
I thought,
I pondered,
I knew,
I was great.

Slowly they got to me,
Their expectations,
I couldn’t catch up.
Their opinions,
They cut to the deep.
Their constant watch,
I became stunned.
Beauty faded,
Strength waxed away,

And then I grew up.
They mattered no more.
All the lies I believed,
Like a flood on sloppy hills,
I let them run down.
New mindsets I built,
Strong confidence I gained,
Because I knew for the best,
It was I that mattered.

Like the Phoenix, I rise,
From the ashes of doubt,
From the ashes of contempt.
Like an eagle I soar,
To the ends of the earth,
To the storms that may be,
Because I have believed
I have all it takes,
I have all I need.

My dreams run wild,
My imagination unlimited.
I know what I want,
I know how to get it.
Like the sun,
I shine my light.
Like the stars,
My glory prevails,
Because I have believed.

8. Climbing

       by Amy Lowell

High up in the apple tree climbing I go,
With the sky above me, the earth below.
Each branch is the step of a wonderful stair
Which leads to the town I see shining up there.

Climbing, climbing, higher and higher,
The branches blow and I see a spire,
The gleam of a turret, the glint of a dome,
All sparkling and bright, like white sea foam.

On and on, from bough to bough,
The leaves are thick, but I push my way through;
Before, I have always had to stop,
But to-day I am sure I shall reach the top.

Today to the end of the marvelous stair,
Where those glittering pinacles flash in the air!
Climbing, climbing, higher I go,
With the sky close above me, the earth far below.

9. If You Want to Be Happy

       by Priscilla Leonard

If you want to be happy,
begin where you are.
Don’t wait for some rapture
that’s future and far.
Begin to be joyous,
Begin to be glad,
And soon you’ll forget that
You were ever sad.

If you want to be happy,
Begin where you are.
Your windows to sunlight
And sweetness unbar;
If dark seems the day,
light a candle of cheer,
Till its steady flame brightens
Each heart that comes near.

If you want to be happy,
begin where you are.
Tune up daily discords
Till out of their jar
New harmony rises
Rejoicing and sweet,
And onward, in music,
Go every your feet.

If you want to be happy,
Begin where you are.
God sets in each sky
Heaven’s joy-bringing star.
Live bravely beneath it,
Through cloud and toward light
And under its radiance your path
Shall be bright.

10. I Am Who I Am

       by Anonymous

I am who I am
Who else would I be
I won’t change for you
So why change for me
I won’t waste my life
Being someone I cannot be
Because I’m not a fake
Unwilling to break
Get used to what you see
I’m going to be me.

11. The New Me

       by J. Dezz

Sometimes it gets better.
Sometimes you heal.
Sometimes my eyes get wetter
Waiting for these scars to heal.

The scars on the outer,
The scars on the inner.
I scream and I cry louder and louder.
My voice just gets tired and my lifeline much thinner.

That was the old me,
The scared me,
The dying.
That was the hurt me,
The bleeding me,
The crying.

The night that I changed is still so clear.
I swallowed those pills with not a single fear.
I stumbled and fell, but I didn’t care.
No more crying, no cutting, not one more blank stare.

The pain was unbearable; what had I done?
I haven’t lived yet, my life had just begun.
I awoke my guardian, to the clinic we went.
I slept off the pills and awoke to resent.

I felt so ill, inside and out.
I went to a center and learned all about
How to be fine, how to live without
The blades and the pills; it’s all over now.

Meet the new me.
She’s smiling but scarred.
Meet the new me.
She shoots for the stars.
Meet the new me.
She’s doing fine.
Meet the new me.
She tries and she strives.
Meet the new me.
She’s glad she’s alive.

Final Thoughts

Everyone has their own unique gifts and strengths that make them stand out from the crowd.

We hope this post of poems about yourself was able to show you how amazing you can be when you tap into those depths of yourself to discover who you truly are.

It is only by embracing your unique self that you will be open to experiencing all opportunities life has to offer.

Remember, it’s ok to be different!

Your uniqueness makes up the diverse community we happen to live in – and that should always be celebrated.

So go ahead and celebrate yourself by reading these poems about being yourself and feel proud of who you are!

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