Long Poems About Myself
#myself
Long poems about myself. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
MYSTERIOUS_GIRL
Lizzy_3164
Lizzy_3164
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 10:17pm
17th Apr 2024 10:17pm
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
28 reads
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King_Seraphiel
Joshua Jamal
Joshua Jamal
Poem Published
26th Mar 2024 8:30am
26th Mar 2024 8:30am
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
61 reads
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Mar 2024 3:47am
7th Mar 2024 3:47am
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
81 reads
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Namyh
Poem Published
20th Feb 2024 1:56pm
20th Feb 2024 1:56pm
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
78 reads
5 Comments
LunasChild8
Poem Published
15th Feb 2024 00:49am
15th Feb 2024 00:49am
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
115 reads
6 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
13th Jan 2024 10:38pm
13th Jan 2024 10:38pm
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
174 reads
14 Comments
Simon_III_Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Poem Published
18th Dec 2023 3:26pm
18th Dec 2023 3:26pm
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
59 reads
0 Comments
ELIAS11
Poem Published
9th Nov 2023 10:49pm
9th Nov 2023 10:49pm
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
96 reads
5 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
29th Sep 2023 11:18pm
29th Sep 2023 11:18pm
Dissassociation
To crawl into the rabbit hole, and wither away with wonder.
Pulling me under and in, internal inquisition.
Like curling up without a blanket.
Breathing isn't the same.
What should be common sense, I now question.
I find myself sucking all the air I allow myself.
Hypothesized, ionic, blue, electrical current.
Hypnotic engagement, layers.
Down, swirling, spinning, perception, imagination, all flowing.
I try to stop the gravity of flooding awe, but the unraveling mystery alternates my senses.
It seems as though synesthesia, the...
Pulling me under and in, internal inquisition.
Like curling up without a blanket.
Breathing isn't the same.
What should be common sense, I now question.
I find myself sucking all the air I allow myself.
Hypothesized, ionic, blue, electrical current.
Hypnotic engagement, layers.
Down, swirling, spinning, perception, imagination, all flowing.
I try to stop the gravity of flooding awe, but the unraveling mystery alternates my senses.
It seems as though synesthesia, the...
#prose
#myself
#SelfReflection
#mystery
#FeelingLost
289 reads
7 Comments
BlkLyrycE
Poem Published
17th Jul 2023 9:32pm
17th Jul 2023 9:32pm
Liquor
We don’t see eye to eye when I am under the control of “I-I”.
And as much as I would like to justify my actions and provide an understanding for my actions.
I do not believe that anything that I currently have hanging on my drawing board will provide enough cover to patch the hole that I created within your heart.
Does it really matter what’s being said once I take this shot?
Maybe…maybe we’ll find a resolution and come to a place of agreement.
Maybe these words that’s leaning over within my head will lean into something more meaningful.
Or...
And as much as I would like to justify my actions and provide an understanding for my actions.
I do not believe that anything that I currently have hanging on my drawing board will provide enough cover to patch the hole that I created within your heart.
Does it really matter what’s being said once I take this shot?
Maybe…maybe we’ll find a resolution and come to a place of agreement.
Maybe these words that’s leaning over within my head will lean into something more meaningful.
Or...
#myself
#WritingPoetry
157 reads
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shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
21st Jun 2023 1:41pm
21st Jun 2023 1:41pm
When an overthinker tells you they love you, believe them…
#love
#peace
#myself
197 reads
5 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
9th Jun 2023 3:06am
9th Jun 2023 3:06am
zIgZaG cHaInS
I am still on my zigzag way, pursuing the diagonal between reason and
heart.”―Ruskin Bond, Rain in the Mountains: Notes from the Himalayas
can't stop the rain
from falling on my window,
but i can find out
why the sky is so distressed.
can't stop the pain
from drooling in my pillow,
but i can hide out ...
heart.”―Ruskin Bond, Rain in the Mountains: Notes from the Himalayas
can't stop the rain
from falling on my window,
but i can find out
why the sky is so distressed.
can't stop the pain
from drooling in my pillow,
but i can hide out ...
#LifeStruggles
#myself
#LifeCycle
154 reads
2 Comments
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