Long Poems About Myself
#myself
Long poems about myself. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Do Not Presume
- Do Not Presume -
- Oh Allah! I say this unto those who have misunderstood my nature,
I say this not in anger but so that they may know me better.
The recitation of these verses, is to teach about myself,
Because understanding brings peace, the greatest wealth.
“Do not presume, to know of my true gender better than I!
When I have so laid down in my writings the spectrum of it.
I declared myself to be far beyond the binary of merely two,
Born as I was in the image...
- Oh Allah! I say this unto those who have misunderstood my nature,
I say this not in anger but so that they may know me better.
The recitation of these verses, is to teach about myself,
Because understanding brings peace, the greatest wealth.
“Do not presume, to know of my true gender better than I!
When I have so laid down in my writings the spectrum of it.
I declared myself to be far beyond the binary of merely two,
Born as I was in the image...
#identity
#LGBT
#myself
#philosophical
#spiritual
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The Hate in the Darkness
When did I make this transition to a hater?
Dont know if I ever stopped to notice it before
But its clearly there lurking around in my mind
When I hear inspirational stories or read uplifting material
I feel animosity bubble up, like you would with a braggart
As if they're throwing it in my face how great their life is
Or how far they've come in their journey of betterment
Its like, yea fucking great for you. Im so happy for you
The power of positivity. The payoff of perseverence. ...
Dont know if I ever stopped to notice it before
But its clearly there lurking around in my mind
When I hear inspirational stories or read uplifting material
I feel animosity bubble up, like you would with a braggart
As if they're throwing it in my face how great their life is
Or how far they've come in their journey of betterment
Its like, yea fucking great for you. Im so happy for you
The power of positivity. The payoff of perseverence. ...
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#myself #secrets
#myself #secrets
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A conversation in my head
So , listen Rob, I really think you and I should have a conversation
Ive been sitting here quiet giving you time but Im starting to lose my patience
You brood and you sulk and pity yourself
And frankly its not good for our health
Youre dragging me down, always depressed
Just being around you is hard to digest
Im craving something more from life than this miserable existence
Everything's crashing down around us and you put up no resistance
Do you think the world just revolves around you?
That what you do doesn't affect me too? ...
Ive been sitting here quiet giving you time but Im starting to lose my patience
You brood and you sulk and pity yourself
And frankly its not good for our health
Youre dragging me down, always depressed
Just being around you is hard to digest
Im craving something more from life than this miserable existence
Everything's crashing down around us and you put up no resistance
Do you think the world just revolves around you?
That what you do doesn't affect me too? ...
#emptiness
#identity
#myself #suffering
#myself #suffering
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The Meanings and Symbolism behind my New Name
- The Meanings and Symbolism behind my New Name -
If everyone was curious about my name change, it was for two reasons... one being that I did it to honor my recent conversion to Islam, with my new name being now Arabic in origin. This is a tradition for people who convert to Islam, to choose an Arabic name or a name with at least an Arabic meaning to it. And I wished to honor that tradition fully. As for the other reason, that reason is that my new name is also somewhat of an anagram for a name that I had in one of my earliest past lives. The anagram can be solved, and its'...
If everyone was curious about my name change, it was for two reasons... one being that I did it to honor my recent conversion to Islam, with my new name being now Arabic in origin. This is a tradition for people who convert to Islam, to choose an Arabic name or a name with at least an Arabic meaning to it. And I wished to honor that tradition fully. As for the other reason, that reason is that my new name is also somewhat of an anagram for a name that I had in one of my earliest past lives. The anagram can be solved, and its'...
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
#symbolism
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Nobody Knows
She lives in the icy draft of the hollow
Stands tall in the deep and loves into
Shallow nightmares they creep and
Screams in the pillow as the paint's
Deep and weeping like willow she dance
In the dark like a silhouette burns
Through the evening like a cigarette
Tally's up a wrist and attempt to forget
But not one cut with his deepest regret
Heart locked in a pretty box ribbon
Cages beauty over shadow by the beast
That rages an open book of empty pages
She wears one mask with all the faces
Got the kiss of a...
Stands tall in the deep and loves into
Shallow nightmares they creep and
Screams in the pillow as the paint's
Deep and weeping like willow she dance
In the dark like a silhouette burns
Through the evening like a cigarette
Tally's up a wrist and attempt to forget
But not one cut with his deepest regret
Heart locked in a pretty box ribbon
Cages beauty over shadow by the beast
That rages an open book of empty pages
She wears one mask with all the faces
Got the kiss of a...
#myself
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Beyond the Veil
Beyond the Veil
By:
Joshua Jamal
I represent myself with confidence and humility/ I'm a gentleman with many gifts and a marvel to see/ one looks at me and see a handsome king/ but beyond what I represent so well that's hard to see/ is a damaged boy/ who's in internal conflict with his emotions looking to break free/ and in desperation for his "queen"/ due to exhaustion of fighting against the things/ that are within/ What things are those you ask, well where should I begin/ Besides that/ the answer would set where I'm taking you in a different...
By:
Joshua Jamal
I represent myself with confidence and humility/ I'm a gentleman with many gifts and a marvel to see/ one looks at me and see a handsome king/ but beyond what I represent so well that's hard to see/ is a damaged boy/ who's in internal conflict with his emotions looking to break free/ and in desperation for his "queen"/ due to exhaustion of fighting against the things/ that are within/ What things are those you ask, well where should I begin/ Besides that/ the answer would set where I'm taking you in a different...
#myself
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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Rowena O’Riordan
Rowena O’Riordan
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Her heart is a glass of haunted roses. Weatherworn Ellis Island faces rise like Lazarus from family memory books. Ours is the immigrant waltz learned from grandparents who danced on the shores of America upon arrival.
Spring in Natchez, Mississippi is pollen blown on the honeysuckle breeze like the nectar of Aphrodite. Sassafras scents the morning light on a dandelion lane past the bird sanctuary owned by the surgeon down the road until he walked Brightwood Street with his bewildered...
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Her heart is a glass of haunted roses. Weatherworn Ellis Island faces rise like Lazarus from family memory books. Ours is the immigrant waltz learned from grandparents who danced on the shores of America upon arrival.
Spring in Natchez, Mississippi is pollen blown on the honeysuckle breeze like the nectar of Aphrodite. Sassafras scents the morning light on a dandelion lane past the bird sanctuary owned by the surgeon down the road until he walked Brightwood Street with his bewildered...
#women
#teens
#myself
#FallingInLove
#dating
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The Flea Trainer
The Flea Trainer
I can see fleas on tiny seesaws,
sitting tiny swings that sway,
contented and bored to just pass the time.
How came they conditioned this way?
First, put the fleas within a jar
then place the lid on top.
The fleas will jump and jump and jump
hitting glass and lid with knocks
and after a while the muscles condition
the jump to avoid the pain
of colliding with lid and glass so hard
over and over again.
You can remove the lid. Let out the fleas,
even put them on swings that sway. ...
I can see fleas on tiny seesaws,
sitting tiny swings that sway,
contented and bored to just pass the time.
How came they conditioned this way?
First, put the fleas within a jar
then place the lid on top.
The fleas will jump and jump and jump
hitting glass and lid with knocks
and after a while the muscles condition
the jump to avoid the pain
of colliding with lid and glass so hard
over and over again.
You can remove the lid. Let out the fleas,
even put them on swings that sway. ...
#identity
#confessional
#LifeGoals
#MyInspiration
#myself
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Nothing New to See Here
The days drag on, yet I still continue on my path
The volcano’s about to erupt with all this built-in wrath
I’m expected to push on without any complaint
I’m a struggling human being, not some perfect saint.
I do bother to stick to my convictions
Because I’m sick and tired of acting on presumptions
This planetary war between love and hate
Is making it harder for me to separate…
The reality of life from what I truly yearn
Dreams are dead was the hardest lesson to learn
Yet here I am, still struggling ever more
My body’s chained...
The volcano’s about to erupt with all this built-in wrath
I’m expected to push on without any complaint
I’m a struggling human being, not some perfect saint.
I do bother to stick to my convictions
Because I’m sick and tired of acting on presumptions
This planetary war between love and hate
Is making it harder for me to separate…
The reality of life from what I truly yearn
Dreams are dead was the hardest lesson to learn
Yet here I am, still struggling ever more
My body’s chained...
#LifeStruggles
#rhyming
#LifeGoals
#myself
#SelfReflection
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The Despair Chronicles, Nr.01 — Saturday 13th January 2024
Life is beautiful, and delicate — precious and precarious — like the flower growing in the pavement crack, dicing death with Doc Martins and speeding sneakers.
Despair, my life-long companion, ambles up and puts an arm around my shoulder to comfort me.
Annoying all the pedestrian lives stepping around us, we bend down to examine Beautiful Flower.
She is in a bad state, covered in grit and dust, her stem half broken, amputated leaves on indifferent concrete.
“Beautiful Flower” I say “you have a choice. Either we cut you and take you home where...
Despair, my life-long companion, ambles up and puts an arm around my shoulder to comfort me.
Annoying all the pedestrian lives stepping around us, we bend down to examine Beautiful Flower.
She is in a bad state, covered in grit and dust, her stem half broken, amputated leaves on indifferent concrete.
“Beautiful Flower” I say “you have a choice. Either we cut you and take you home where...
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
#despair
#myself
#PersonalGrowth
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I AM NOTHING
On the day I was born
What was meant to be a warm spring day turned cold
That is what I have been told
I was born silent
Giving rise to a panick
Because I didn't cry
Giving rise to the irony
That I'd grow up with watery eyes
Through the years
I have been a strange kid
Comfortable with being alone
Comfortable with walking my own path
Just doing me without the need for validation
However
This has brought tons of commentary
Each highlighting that I'm not ordinary
Tons of why's
I was not rebellious don't get me...
What was meant to be a warm spring day turned cold
That is what I have been told
I was born silent
Giving rise to a panick
Because I didn't cry
Giving rise to the irony
That I'd grow up with watery eyes
Through the years
I have been a strange kid
Comfortable with being alone
Comfortable with walking my own path
Just doing me without the need for validation
However
This has brought tons of commentary
Each highlighting that I'm not ordinary
Tons of why's
I was not rebellious don't get me...
#myself
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Hush
The pit spit
from my
cherry heart
I kiss
fragile glass
with lips of steel
the secrets
of a meager man
bleed
...
from my
cherry heart
I kiss
fragile glass
with lips of steel
the secrets
of a meager man
bleed
...
#love
#heartbroken
#identity
#God
#myself
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Myself