Long Poems About Myself
#myself
Long poems about myself. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
NP_NP
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:39am
9th Dec 2024 1:39am
The Poet
Am I the thinker, fated to dwell at hell's dark gate?
The words, like storms, crash in my skull—
relentless, pleading to be written, a curse or gift, I ask God?
I can whisper beauty so soft it curls into your soul,
and in that moment, we are the only ones who exist.
You blink, bewildered, and say, "How do you do this?
I've confessed to you things I’ve never dared to speak, not even to my therapist."
It starts with a simple question—"If you could pick a memory to relive what would it be and why?"
I watch you slip away, carried by...
The words, like storms, crash in my skull—
relentless, pleading to be written, a curse or gift, I ask God?
I can whisper beauty so soft it curls into your soul,
and in that moment, we are the only ones who exist.
You blink, bewildered, and say, "How do you do this?
I've confessed to you things I’ve never dared to speak, not even to my therapist."
It starts with a simple question—"If you could pick a memory to relive what would it be and why?"
I watch you slip away, carried by...
#identity
#motivational
#MyInspiration
#myself
#philosophical
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 8:23pm
12th Nov 2024 8:23pm
0 - Unfinished poetry 47
Once upon a life
Once I was 7 years old,
I had a best friend
And I even had a girl who said she liked me.
Once I was 11 years old...
It was a scary time ‘cause big school terrified me.
I had to grow up quick, no more fun just simply being a kid.
My best friend went away and my brother he just disowned me.
That’s when I found Oasis and later rock, I think it starts with indie.
A kid said “Insane in the...
Once I was 7 years old,
I had a best friend
And I even had a girl who said she liked me.
Once I was 11 years old...
It was a scary time ‘cause big school terrified me.
I had to grow up quick, no more fun just simply being a kid.
My best friend went away and my brother he just disowned me.
That’s when I found Oasis and later rock, I think it starts with indie.
A kid said “Insane in the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles
#myself
#TruthOfLife
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MYSTERIOUS_GIRL
Lizzy_3164
Lizzy_3164
Poem Published
17th Sep 2024 1:28am
17th Sep 2024 1:28am
Angel Of Death
Angel Of Death
Ive been feeling kind of disconnected
from my mind a lot these days
Its like I cant seem to shut the voices off
I cant get them to behave
I'm not really sure how much more
of this shit I can even take
Before this mask that I am forced
to wear just disintegrates
And losing family doesn't help
So now Im scaling the edge of a skyscraper
And no ones screaming save her
So Im wavering back and forth
between this life or something greater
Taking steps to reach the top
And Ill slip and fall if I ever...
Ive been feeling kind of disconnected
from my mind a lot these days
Its like I cant seem to shut the voices off
I cant get them to behave
I'm not really sure how much more
of this shit I can even take
Before this mask that I am forced
to wear just disintegrates
And losing family doesn't help
So now Im scaling the edge of a skyscraper
And no ones screaming save her
So Im wavering back and forth
between this life or something greater
Taking steps to reach the top
And Ill slip and fall if I ever...
#anger
#myself
#SelfReflection
176 reads
3 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 10:37pm
13th Sep 2024 10:37pm
Redneck Renaissance in The North Forty
I grew up in the shadow of Tallahassee where Blackstrap Molasses played 2nd fiddle to Bill Monroe's Blue Moon of Kentucky. Our home was a single-wide trailer sat cattywampus to the land field where we could, look homeward angel. Granny was in the jailhouse making license plates to be shipped out of state and I was in the kitchen painting the linoleum, worn-out floor. I was the preacher at The North Forty Pentecostal Church, where Skeeter Davis Ave. crosses Merle Haggard St.This week's "word" was taken from 'the 1946 edition of The Farmer's Almanac. "Hallelujah!" and I...
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
13th Jul 2024 7:24pm
13th Jul 2024 7:24pm
Another Friday Summer Morning
Walking to the store yesterday morning around 10:00 AM. The 1st thing that hits me as I go out into the light is the smell. Dog shit all over the grass. Many abandoned homes that look menacing and creepy. Lawns that haven't been cut in months. I walk down my street and watch the home boys watching me. I have to look right at them, I can't help it. They piss me off when they stare. I feel like shooting their little heads off.
I turn onto the main street and walk past the family planning center. A worn out street dude looks at me and waves and nods his head like he knows me. That...
I turn onto the main street and walk past the family planning center. A worn out street dude looks at me and waves and nods his head like he knows me. That...
#home
#LifeStruggles
#myself #nonfiction
#myself #nonfiction
115 reads
6 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
20th Jun 2024 3:17am
20th Jun 2024 3:17am
MORE HYPNOGOGIC AFTER THOUGHTS (2:00am, 12-10-1993, Galveston Island, Texas)
two a m
and i still can t retreat
from a head full of
restless thoughts
with my restless ears
still passively listening
to the sound of surf s
not too far off
breath like back and forth
in and out rushing
upon this late night gulf s
continuous salty breeze
steadily sweeping over
these dark seedy
nocturnal neighborhood streets
stealthily rivering over
every sleeping household and yard
across...
and i still can t retreat
from a head full of
restless thoughts
with my restless ears
still passively listening
to the sound of surf s
not too far off
breath like back and forth
in and out rushing
upon this late night gulf s
continuous salty breeze
steadily sweeping over
these dark seedy
nocturnal neighborhood streets
stealthily rivering over
every sleeping household and yard
across...
#memories
#myself
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
#WritingPoetry
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
15th Jun 2024 4:28am
15th Jun 2024 4:28am
neurodivergent
If you met me
would you know me?
Would you see through
the carefully constructed facade?
Would you be able to tell
a fake smile from a real one?
Would my fixations repel you?
Would you ask me
to dumb myself down
to be more easily understood?
Or would you find a dictionary
to try and keep up
with the words that spill out
of my head when I get excited?
Would you let me bore you
with every single bit of random
information my brain hoards
for special occasions?
...
would you know me?
Would you see through
the carefully constructed facade?
Would you be able to tell
a fake smile from a real one?
Would my fixations repel you?
Would you ask me
to dumb myself down
to be more easily understood?
Or would you find a dictionary
to try and keep up
with the words that spill out
of my head when I get excited?
Would you let me bore you
with every single bit of random
information my brain hoards
for special occasions?
...
#ADHD
#myself
#SelfWorth
185 reads
6 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
12th Jun 2024 00:46am
12th Jun 2024 00:46am
deep questions with complicatedly simple answers
Someone asked me once, when I was 25, what I wanted out of life. I said adventure and inner peace. It's been 14 years since that question was posed and I don't have an adventurous life, nor is inner peace is anywhere to be found.
These days going to see a movie feels like an adventure. Hell, even coffee at a cafe with a friend would be good. But everyone is too busy, because we're proper adults now, with careers, or kids and other responsibilities. Friendships feel pretty low down on the list of important priorities, though I would prefer it to be closer to the top.
...
These days going to see a movie feels like an adventure. Hell, even coffee at a cafe with a friend would be good. But everyone is too busy, because we're proper adults now, with careers, or kids and other responsibilities. Friendships feel pretty low down on the list of important priorities, though I would prefer it to be closer to the top.
...
#confessional
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#philosophical
200 reads
5 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
5th Jun 2024 2:42pm
5th Jun 2024 2:42pm
Discovering self-love in coffee foam
In the great theater of life a lone man stands,
married to himself, in self-embrace he united.
Oh, joyful life, such a bright masquerade,
however, behind the mask misery escapes.
Ode to the joy of foam:
When the dawn light breaks, laughter in the air,
children play freely without a single care.
The warm pulse of love, a comforting embrace,
in the cradle of simplicity the tender grace of life.
The Agony of Coffee:
But behold! The skies darken, the storms are fierce,
man stumbles and falls as sorrows pierce. ...
married to himself, in self-embrace he united.
Oh, joyful life, such a bright masquerade,
however, behind the mask misery escapes.
Ode to the joy of foam:
When the dawn light breaks, laughter in the air,
children play freely without a single care.
The warm pulse of love, a comforting embrace,
in the cradle of simplicity the tender grace of life.
The Agony of Coffee:
But behold! The skies darken, the storms are fierce,
man stumbles and falls as sorrows pierce. ...
#confessional
#dance
#loneliness
#myself
#tragedy
120 reads
8 Comments
Her
Poem Published
1st Jun 2024 4:09pm
1st Jun 2024 4:09pm
I Share My Story Because There Are Those Who Cannot
I’m far from perfect. I do the wrong thing frequently. I say the wrong thing just as much. But I’m learning not to. I’m also learning that by sharing parts of my story I can help those who feel they cannot. Shame is imprisonment to most people. It keeps you silent and afraid to ask for help. It’s my desire for people to know that hope exists. I too once believed that it didn’t and anything other than horror was the stuff of fairy tales.
There isn’t much that shocks me. I’ve witnessed things, had things done to me and said to me, done things I’m not proud of and I engage in...
There isn’t much that shocks me. I’ve witnessed things, had things done to me and said to me, done things I’m not proud of and I engage in...
#myself
#support
152 reads
13 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
24th May 2024 10:13pm
24th May 2024 10:13pm
Kara, Paul, and Chloe
- Kara, Paul, and Chloe -
I posted this on both Facebook and DeviantArt just earlier today, and I decided to copy and paste it to here so that people can read it and have a better idea about my current mental state, amongst a good many other things that have been going on with me. Anyway, here is what I posted on those two sites, and the terrible things that I have been dealing with and going through:
'Today, I feel it is time to explain the truth about my “wife” Chloe who is on Facebook and Deep Underground Poetry under the name Chloe Abigail Harper-Ashton. The...
I posted this on both Facebook and DeviantArt just earlier today, and I decided to copy and paste it to here so that people can read it and have a better idea about my current mental state, amongst a good many other things that have been going on with me. Anyway, here is what I posted on those two sites, and the terrible things that I have been dealing with and going through:
'Today, I feel it is time to explain the truth about my “wife” Chloe who is on Facebook and Deep Underground Poetry under the name Chloe Abigail Harper-Ashton. The...
#confessional
#identity
#MentalHealth
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
153 reads
2 Comments
ms_kitty_lagniappe
Ms K
Ms K
Poem Published
6th May 2024 9:44pm
6th May 2024 9:44pm
Queen of My Garden
In the garden of life, I once danced to tunes not my own,
Twirling for smiles, for applause, bending till I broke.
I wore a cloak woven from threads of your expectations,
Colorful yet suffocating, pleasing yet so hollow.
I walked a path where the two-faced Joker shows,
Their smile, a twisted serenade of deceit,
Their hands, shuffling lies like cards under the stage light's beat.
But in my hand, a card more fierce, more stark
The Queen of Spades, she rules the dark.
Her edges sharp, her bearing regal and composed,
Amid the thorns, her...
Twirling for smiles, for applause, bending till I broke.
I wore a cloak woven from threads of your expectations,
Colorful yet suffocating, pleasing yet so hollow.
I walked a path where the two-faced Joker shows,
Their smile, a twisted serenade of deceit,
Their hands, shuffling lies like cards under the stage light's beat.
But in my hand, a card more fierce, more stark
The Queen of Spades, she rules the dark.
Her edges sharp, her bearing regal and composed,
Amid the thorns, her...
#choices
#MyInspiration
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
178 reads
4 Comments
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