Poems about acceptance explore the journey of embracing oneself, others, and life’s circumstances. They reflect on themes of resilience, self-love, and understanding. These poems often highlight the strength found in letting go of resistance, fostering inner peace, and recognizing the beauty in imperfections and diverse experiences.
Jonathan Reed’s ‘The Lost Generation’ is a palindrome poem that utilizes an innovative approach in order to dictate the future course of the present generation.
I'm part of a Lost Generation
and I refuse to believe that
I can change the world.
I realize this may be a shock, but
"Happiness comes from within"
is a lie, and "Money will make me happy"
‘Passing Time’ by Maya Angelou explores the similarities between all people. It uses figurative language to depict skin tones as “dawn” and “dusk.”
Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk
‘Our Deepest Fear’ by Marianne Williamson is a popular contemporary poem. It addresses themes of spirituality and inner power.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness
That most frightens us.
‘Poppies’ captures a mother’s heartache for her war-bound son, weaving symbols of memory with the scars of war’s aftermath.
Three days before Armistice Sunday
and poppies had already been placed
on individual war graves. Before you left,
I pinned one onto your lapel, crimped petals,
‘Let Them’ is a poem in which the poet offers their advice about relationships. They urge the reader to know their value and value others.
Just let them.
If they want to choose something or someone over you, LET THEM.
If they want to go weeks without talking to you, LET THEM.
‘Landfall, Grenada’ serves as an elegy for a dead mariner. The poet praises his friend’s stoic attitude, even in the face of death.
Where you are rigidly anchored,
the groundswell of blue foothills, the blown canes
surging to cumuli cannot be heard;
like the slow, seamless ocean,
Louise Glück’s ‘The Silver Lily’ is a quiet reflection on the fragile beauty of life, the certainty of death, and how nature’s steady cycles connect to human experiences and emotions.
The nights have grown cool again, like the nights
of early spring, and quiet again. Will
speech disturb you? We're
alone now; we have no reason for silence.
Theresa Lola’s ‘Equilibrium’ is a phenomenal portrayal of decline in the face of what ought to be a family celebration.
My new-born brother wailed into existence
and my grandfather's eyes became two stopwatchescounting down his own exit. After the naming ceremony
my grandfather was quiet as a cut open for autopsy.
‘From Stranraer, South’ by Jackie Kay explores themes of love, regret, and family tension, as the poet reflects on lost love and a mother’s disapproval.
Looking back, I can say, with my hand on my heart
that my mother got sick the day I said I was in love
with a girl who lived round the corner
and never got better.
‘Homosexuality’ by Frank O’Hara looks at the way the homosexuals were treated in the 1960s, looking at ideas of judgment and acceptance.
So we are taking off our masks, are we, and keeping
our mouths shut? as if we'd been pierced by a glance!
The song of an old cow is not more full of judgment
than the vapors which escape one's soul when one is sick;
‘Begotten’ appears in the American poet Andrew Hudgins’ poetry collection The Glass Hammer: A Southern Childhood (1994). This poem is about a child finding his resemblance to the other members of his family.
I've never, as some children do,
looked at my folks and thought, I must
‘Welcome to Holland’ by Emily Perl Kingsley is an essay that looks at life with a disabled child, using a travel metaphor to show how the unexpected can yield positive experiences.
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this……
‘Antarctica’ by Derek Mahon is a poem that takes a look at the events of Captain Oates’ self-sacrifice in Antarctica.
‘I am just going outside and may be some time.’
The others nod, pretending not to know.
At the heart of the ridiculous, the sublime.
‘The Crossing’ blends loss and longing with a solitary walk on a bridge, as time flows like a river, and memories of love fade into dusk, at twilight.
That evening, walking across the bridge,
the light drowning in the river,
the dark water wringing its hands,
till the bridge moved too, that evening.
’10 Legs, 8 Broken’ is a poem that looks at the perspective of a human who is frightened of spiders, and the spider that they have killed.
To the spider,
the shadowed creature in the corner of the room
i hate you.