Long Poems About Self Worth
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Long poems about self worth. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
The_Darkness_Insid
Poem Published
6th Jun 2024 4:08pm
6th Jun 2024 4:08pm
I'm An Asshole
There was a time when all I had in me was anger
It dictated my every action
In elementary school I was a bully
There was so much feeling of powerlessness at home
I took that with me and carried it around
It boiled up in the form of a rage
A rage that was used to form some sort of empowerment
My opportunity to inflict my wrath upon someone else
As I had learned from my father
I bullied mercilessly
Taking out my frustration with my fists on others around me
But no matter how much pain I inflicted, it never...
It dictated my every action
In elementary school I was a bully
There was so much feeling of powerlessness at home
I took that with me and carried it around
It boiled up in the form of a rage
A rage that was used to form some sort of empowerment
My opportunity to inflict my wrath upon someone else
As I had learned from my father
I bullied mercilessly
Taking out my frustration with my fists on others around me
But no matter how much pain I inflicted, it never...
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
362 reads
16 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
4th Jun 2024 11:33pm
4th Jun 2024 11:33pm
Kill yourself on your own time, not mine
Today I received a call from a young woman
She sounded desperate
She revealed to me that she was going to kill herself if she doesn't receive her refund by the end of this week
She claimed that she was suppose to receive about $7,000.00
I asked her a few questions, for disclosure purposes
I accessed her account and discovered that she's been trying to scam additional money for children that aren't her own
She's been doing this for several tax seasons
On file, notes and history have been recorded, explaining that she threatens suicide to the representative...
She sounded desperate
She revealed to me that she was going to kill herself if she doesn't receive her refund by the end of this week
She claimed that she was suppose to receive about $7,000.00
I asked her a few questions, for disclosure purposes
I accessed her account and discovered that she's been trying to scam additional money for children that aren't her own
She's been doing this for several tax seasons
On file, notes and history have been recorded, explaining that she threatens suicide to the representative...
#honesty
#job
#nonfiction
#SelfWorth
#suicide
230 reads
10 Comments
Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
19th May 2024 4:17am
19th May 2024 4:17am
Loss
I prayed to jesus every Sunday, plucked away every stray eyelash and sent it to the wind; all for the hopes to become beautiful and thin. And as my twelve year old self spent her years carving into her skin, and slipping her fingers down into the hearth of her throat, I wish I could hold her, and love her the way she should've been.
I am much older now, and maybe the years have aged me, aged my mind in ways I never thought it could, and when I think of twelve year old me, alone in my room, Speaking to older men who would never love her, finding solace in between the lips of a...
I am much older now, and maybe the years have aged me, aged my mind in ways I never thought it could, and when I think of twelve year old me, alone in my room, Speaking to older men who would never love her, finding solace in between the lips of a...
#healing
#SelfHarm
#SelfWorth
214 reads
8 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
16th May 2024 11:28pm
16th May 2024 11:28pm
visible
Am I invisible?
Can I write myself
into the world?
Like I could be someone
... like I could be something
more
Twenty six years of therapy
and I still haven't learnt
to love myself
though I can re-parent myself
on the days I remember how
Last night I told someone
about the time my mother
slapped me when I was fifteen
and I disappeared for hours
on our small country property
until the cold called me back inside
and I don't remember if she apologised...
Can I write myself
into the world?
Like I could be someone
... like I could be something
more
Twenty six years of therapy
and I still haven't learnt
to love myself
though I can re-parent myself
on the days I remember how
Last night I told someone
about the time my mother
slapped me when I was fifteen
and I disappeared for hours
on our small country property
until the cold called me back inside
and I don't remember if she apologised...
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
166 reads
6 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
16th May 2024 4:39am
16th May 2024 4:39am
Dear diary (how to be an artist)
People keep telling me I have a gift, like being gifted means I should be something, instead of someone. I'm that asshole that is good at almost anything I try my hand at, and in a way everything means nothing, because did I earn it if I didn't have to work hard to make it happen?
I also genuinely don't give a fuck about the fact that I'm a gifted writer, artist and photographer. I used to be in an art group, and there were some successful older artists there that asked me where I studied. I didn't study anywhere. Everything I am is self taught. I didn't finish high school, and...
I also genuinely don't give a fuck about the fact that I'm a gifted writer, artist and photographer. I used to be in an art group, and there were some successful older artists there that asked me where I studied. I didn't study anywhere. Everything I am is self taught. I didn't finish high school, and...
#art
#confessional
#SelfWorth #StreamOfConsciousness
#SelfWorth #StreamOfConsciousness
163 reads
11 Comments
ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 6:47am
11th Apr 2024 6:47am
My Heart Is A Bonfire
I voyage onward
Somewhere between the wreckage and the destination
Trying to decipher it all in the analytics of a fractured observation
Overshadowed by the light of days coinciding
The thunder of these moments, memories fighting
Trying to find my spotlight in the sun
Get me over my self
When the heart beat is heavy for ego driven reflections
In these broken record serenades of acceptance cravings for the damages of rejections
My thoughts betray me to heartache
Overdosing on overrated highs
There’s blood on my hands...
Somewhere between the wreckage and the destination
Trying to decipher it all in the analytics of a fractured observation
Overshadowed by the light of days coinciding
The thunder of these moments, memories fighting
Trying to find my spotlight in the sun
Get me over my self
When the heart beat is heavy for ego driven reflections
In these broken record serenades of acceptance cravings for the damages of rejections
My thoughts betray me to heartache
Overdosing on overrated highs
There’s blood on my hands...
#identity
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 12:37pm
9th Apr 2024 12:37pm
belief
9 of 30
when I was at my lowest point
he asked me what I believe in
I said I didn't really know anymore & he snorted
no wonder you're such a fucking mess
you have to believe in something
do more than just exist
point taken...and yet...
since that conversation
I've done a lot of thinking on the matter
gone over in mind what feels right
as an emotional creature...I follow my instincts
I now have a partial answer...
it will expand over time...you understand...
when I was at my lowest point
he asked me what I believe in
I said I didn't really know anymore & he snorted
no wonder you're such a fucking mess
you have to believe in something
do more than just exist
point taken...and yet...
since that conversation
I've done a lot of thinking on the matter
gone over in mind what feels right
as an emotional creature...I follow my instincts
I now have a partial answer...
it will expand over time...you understand...
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#NaPoWriMo2024
147 reads
8 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 3:57am
1st Apr 2024 3:57am
The Art of Forgetting
At my age, my short-term memory sometimes sputters like a dollar store lighter. My long-term memory, however, flares bold and bright. Though I have the requisite sunny happy memories, a few ancient negative experiences sometimes outshine them. Can I really still be bothered by a bad experience in first grade, so many decades ago? Yeah. Watch.
. For the first three months of that year, I was only five. Way too young to be told I suck at art, but that is indeed what happened.
I remember the private school classroom perfectly. Tidy rows of brown desks. Large windows...
. For the first three months of that year, I was only five. Way too young to be told I suck at art, but that is indeed what happened.
I remember the private school classroom perfectly. Tidy rows of brown desks. Large windows...
#art
#SelfWorth
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
20th Mar 2024 1:00am
20th Mar 2024 1:00am
BUSTED SEAMS (10-15-1989; Del Mar, California)
somewhere between truth
and perceived reality
somewhere between
technology and biology
all of us so long lost at sea
here in this great tempest of imbalances
my mind flew long ago amuck
so tired of struggling
against my true nature s grain
in trying to achieve
any semblance of an even keel
here in this mad hatter s dog eat dog
overly competitive capitalistic
consumerist material culture and society s
so called pseudo reality
in which i presently don t even...
and perceived reality
somewhere between
technology and biology
all of us so long lost at sea
here in this great tempest of imbalances
my mind flew long ago amuck
so tired of struggling
against my true nature s grain
in trying to achieve
any semblance of an even keel
here in this mad hatter s dog eat dog
overly competitive capitalistic
consumerist material culture and society s
so called pseudo reality
in which i presently don t even...
#identity
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
#choices
#SelfWorth
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
10th Mar 2024 2:25pm
10th Mar 2024 2:25pm
power of investment
he used to tell me...when it comes to love
the one least invested has the most power
I resented it at the time
it made me so angry...
...so hurt
guess that shows where I fell in our equation...
in the end...turns out he was right
truth is...love is only as real as we allow it
and not everyone has the same capacity
...translation...
...or the will
but my mushy heart will gleefully fall
regardless of how unlikely it may turn out
because I feel most alive when I'm giving
when the glow warms my entire...
the one least invested has the most power
I resented it at the time
it made me so angry...
...so hurt
guess that shows where I fell in our equation...
in the end...turns out he was right
truth is...love is only as real as we allow it
and not everyone has the same capacity
...translation...
...or the will
but my mushy heart will gleefully fall
regardless of how unlikely it may turn out
because I feel most alive when I'm giving
when the glow warms my entire...
#abuse
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#manipulation
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8 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2023 3:24pm
3rd Dec 2023 3:24pm
Frank Sinatra-ism
I know you mean well
I really do
but goddamn
everything I do doesn't require
your "expertise"
do you enjoy being a nag
or is it hereditary?
your mouth all mighty tongue everlasting
can be such a drag at times
makes me wonder if you were always
an old hag in disguise looking for
someone you can henpeck
into an early grave
you met me being me
being free
it was my sovereignty
that made you wet...made you sweat
or did you forget?
...
I really do
but goddamn
everything I do doesn't require
your "expertise"
do you enjoy being a nag
or is it hereditary?
your mouth all mighty tongue everlasting
can be such a drag at times
makes me wonder if you were always
an old hag in disguise looking for
someone you can henpeck
into an early grave
you met me being me
being free
it was my sovereignty
that made you wet...made you sweat
or did you forget?
...
#relationships
#identity
#peace
#SelfWorth
#manipulation
268 reads
3 Comments
Ms-Krissy
Poem Published
20th Nov 2023 4:43pm
20th Nov 2023 4:43pm
Deep Within Me
If you could look deep within me
You'd only see deep wounds and scars
Cuts and abrasions, some new, some old
Each one has a story to be told
You'd be able to tell where each time one started to heal
A fresh one formed, or a previous one sliced open
Each time the process starting over
Never getting closure
If you could look deep within me
You'd see a light once so bright, now dimmed and dark
You'd be able to tell where the light once burning, was blown out
You'd know at one time I was full of...
You'd only see deep wounds and scars
Cuts and abrasions, some new, some old
Each one has a story to be told
You'd be able to tell where each time one started to heal
A fresh one formed, or a previous one sliced open
Each time the process starting over
Never getting closure
If you could look deep within me
You'd see a light once so bright, now dimmed and dark
You'd be able to tell where the light once burning, was blown out
You'd know at one time I was full of...
#SelfWorth
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