Long Poems About Myself
#myself
Long poems about myself. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
rosemary08
Poem Published
25th May 2020 7:20am
25th May 2020 7:20am
Late arrival
Once when I was a little kid, my dad let me ride my bike around the neighborhood by myself. It was the first time I had ventured alone, and I wasn't used to the harrowing streets yet. I peddled all across the sweeping roads, swerving and jerking over the pavement. Taking this turn and that, not caring where I ended up.
Soon enough I ended up at a dead-end after taking to many left turns. This part of the neighborhood was unfamiliar, I had never seen it before. Almost like it didn't exist before I entered it unlocking itself as I peddled along its narrow road.
My mind...
Soon enough I ended up at a dead-end after taking to many left turns. This part of the neighborhood was unfamiliar, I had never seen it before. Almost like it didn't exist before I entered it unlocking itself as I peddled along its narrow road.
My mind...
#memories
#myself
#philosophical
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BenJohnson
Darth Brooks
Darth Brooks
Poem Published
11th May 2020 6:29am
11th May 2020 6:29am
Quarter
(Written for Poetcast Project's "Where Do You Bloom?" comp)
My bed is made without a wrinkle
I like showing it off to my dad
He throws a quarter into
the center to inspect my work.
All of the toys are off the floor
free of dust because
I am finally big enough to use a vacuum
Not far from the floor are my shoelaces
Tied and tucked in to the right.
He smiles down at me as the
quarter bounces three
no, four! times before
settling down to rest
in a sea of blue polyester
He pats me on...
My bed is made without a wrinkle
I like showing it off to my dad
He throws a quarter into
the center to inspect my work.
All of the toys are off the floor
free of dust because
I am finally big enough to use a vacuum
Not far from the floor are my shoelaces
Tied and tucked in to the right.
He smiles down at me as the
quarter bounces three
no, four! times before
settling down to rest
in a sea of blue polyester
He pats me on...
#mother
#father
#childhood #myself
#childhood #myself
30 reads
4 Comments
David_Macleod
Poem Published
20th Apr 2020 12:56pm
20th Apr 2020 12:56pm
Teenage Rampage (Part 2)
I was never sweet sixteen
Lost my innocence well before
I was on my way to alcoholism
a path set when I was fifteen
Following in a Glasgow tradition
an almost compulsory journey
if you didn't drink and smoke
and do drugs you weren't a Man
Ruling by fear of knife and razor
Now and then a claw hammer
Circumstance dictated the choice
Loved the nickname, said so much
"Ho! How's it gowin Big Man."
Or alternatively "Big Dougie's Boy."
One of the most feared men
In the neighbourhood; a psychopath
Drinking every...
Lost my innocence well before
I was on my way to alcoholism
a path set when I was fifteen
Following in a Glasgow tradition
an almost compulsory journey
if you didn't drink and smoke
and do drugs you weren't a Man
Ruling by fear of knife and razor
Now and then a claw hammer
Circumstance dictated the choice
Loved the nickname, said so much
"Ho! How's it gowin Big Man."
Or alternatively "Big Dougie's Boy."
One of the most feared men
In the neighbourhood; a psychopath
Drinking every...
#teens
#myself
73 reads
7 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
10th Apr 2020 5:59am
10th Apr 2020 5:59am
Listening (NaPo #9/30)
Why does no one listen?
It's like shiny things all around them glisten,
And they don't want to take the five-ten seconds to listen to me...
...Well, the five-ten seconds it should take me,
And that on a rare, good day, will take me.
Why do so many thoughts go though my mind
That I find
I have such a hard time thinking of at least one of the words in one of my sentences
In the explanation, that in that instance,
I think too fast, and use several filler words,
Several umm and uhh words,
That it takes about three-five extra...
It's like shiny things all around them glisten,
And they don't want to take the five-ten seconds to listen to me...
...Well, the five-ten seconds it should take me,
And that on a rare, good day, will take me.
Why do so many thoughts go though my mind
That I find
I have such a hard time thinking of at least one of the words in one of my sentences
In the explanation, that in that instance,
I think too fast, and use several filler words,
Several umm and uhh words,
That it takes about three-five extra...
#anger
#mother
#family
#LGBT
#myself
50 reads
1 Comment
Matthias_Crossed
Poem Published
4th Apr 2020 6:53am
4th Apr 2020 6:53am
I am
I never truly understood what people meant by they used music to escape. Well i thought i didn't. I thought "why would I need an escape? and how could someone ever escape through something as simple as sound". I never really remembered actually listening to music until the other night. I put on my headphones and just let the music hit me and as it did, the memories followed. Crashing into me hard and overwhelming me. I will admit i cried for so long.
What I remembered the most was those soft moment between songs. Where the music fades and I fell back into the world around me....
What I remembered the most was those soft moment between songs. Where the music fades and I fell back into the world around me....
#anger
#depression
#myself #suffering
#myself #suffering
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Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2020 5:58am
3rd Apr 2020 5:58am
Wondering (NaPo #2/30)
I've been wondering,
Learning,
Asking,
Do leprechauns have leprosy?
What if there never was coffee?
What if there had never been scurvy?
Is Minecraft anti-communist?
What would have happened if Brad Dourif, instead of actor, pursued the carrer of florist?
Do fish itch?
What if they really sold the TF2 Sandvich?
Why are there so many songs about singing songs and/or identifying with a song, instead of having a message?
Why do so many people rush into marriage?
Do androids dream of electric sheep?
Why do I have such...
Learning,
Asking,
Do leprechauns have leprosy?
What if there never was coffee?
What if there had never been scurvy?
Is Minecraft anti-communist?
What would have happened if Brad Dourif, instead of actor, pursued the carrer of florist?
Do fish itch?
What if they really sold the TF2 Sandvich?
Why are there so many songs about singing songs and/or identifying with a song, instead of having a message?
Why do so many people rush into marriage?
Do androids dream of electric sheep?
Why do I have such...
#earth
#universe
#spiritual
#myself
#confusion
57 reads
2 Comments
Lord_Stabdagger
Poem Published
30th Mar 2020 6:09pm
30th Mar 2020 6:09pm
Limbo.
I was born tomorrow but yesterday I died.
My life is never ending yet I never find the time.
My days are full of moments passing by before my eyes.
How I long to stand and hold them, wonder how I have survived.
My future may have happened but my past has yet to be.
Somewhere in the middle where I wonder aimlessly.
Looking for the answers life has hidden far from me.
The purpose of my being will remain a mystery.
Somewhere in the chaos is a place for me to be.
Looking for a needle in the...
My life is never ending yet I never find the time.
My days are full of moments passing by before my eyes.
How I long to stand and hold them, wonder how I have survived.
My future may have happened but my past has yet to be.
Somewhere in the middle where I wonder aimlessly.
Looking for the answers life has hidden far from me.
The purpose of my being will remain a mystery.
Somewhere in the chaos is a place for me to be.
Looking for a needle in the...
#myself
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
87 reads
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Neoma
Poem Published
26th Mar 2020 2:39am
26th Mar 2020 2:39am
Don't Never Forget
Dearhart,
Don't Never forget that in your grocery basket, all your clothes are no longer worn. You don't have your old plastics
The court. How can I think of that during Eure's life and death?
Lol, they think they'll get off, now that we have HRM? I mean, do you fear
the Yi?
Wherever Ed Mary is, there is another god
Curious about this one and how to read the same virus in "Balfour"
www. Born May d
The location of Mrs. Wilson, HRMS
...
Don't Never forget that in your grocery basket, all your clothes are no longer worn. You don't have your old plastics
The court. How can I think of that during Eure's life and death?
Lol, they think they'll get off, now that we have HRM? I mean, do you fear
the Yi?
Wherever Ed Mary is, there is another god
Curious about this one and how to read the same virus in "Balfour"
www. Born May d
The location of Mrs. Wilson, HRMS
...
#love
#myself
60 reads
0 Comments
Lord_Raven
Poem Published
21st Mar 2020 11:39am
21st Mar 2020 11:39am
The Unkindness
I am constantly depressed
there's no one I try to impress
I feel so naked like a salad not dressed.
Like the air in a balloon my feelings are compressed .
My life seems so dim , cause I am constantly internally like a silencer suppressed.
I am constantly collapsing my world around me
Sometimes I just want to end my life Cause it's not worth living to me ,
but you won't get it.
You are so human your brain is wired so hard to begin comprehend or fatham it.
I'm a messed up little person who refuses to exist .
Invisible to the naked eye...
there's no one I try to impress
I feel so naked like a salad not dressed.
Like the air in a balloon my feelings are compressed .
My life seems so dim , cause I am constantly internally like a silencer suppressed.
I am constantly collapsing my world around me
Sometimes I just want to end my life Cause it's not worth living to me ,
but you won't get it.
You are so human your brain is wired so hard to begin comprehend or fatham it.
I'm a messed up little person who refuses to exist .
Invisible to the naked eye...
#depression
#confessional
#myself
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David_Macleod
Poem Published
20th Mar 2020 1:18pm
20th Mar 2020 1:18pm
Chapter 24 "Stroking"
#parody
#funny
#prose #myself
#prose #myself
130 reads
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PhantomPhace
Poem Published
8th Mar 2020 11:49pm
8th Mar 2020 11:49pm
Square 1 4 - 10 Years of Work -or- A Lot About the Sun -or- The Embodiment of Conflict
Wrestle with myself to get something going
in my head
in my brain in my room
in whatever expanding and shrinking disappearing non-existing space
I drop everything to renew.
Only a story passed through
and I start tomorrow at ground zero.
Put on the music and sit alone.
Be free of structure and rhyme - only say what could not be said
yesterday.
Like this passing through
the world
meeting everyone
having...
in my head
in my brain in my room
in whatever expanding and shrinking disappearing non-existing space
I drop everything to renew.
Only a story passed through
and I start tomorrow at ground zero.
Put on the music and sit alone.
Be free of structure and rhyme - only say what could not be said
yesterday.
Like this passing through
the world
meeting everyone
having...
#conflict
#rebirth
#myself
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shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
24th Feb 2020 6:36pm
24th Feb 2020 6:36pm
Life, is shorter than we think...
I crave another for balance; mind, body & soul, however, I know deep down that their energy triggers an imbalance in my functionality.
Perhaps, that deep fracture in my psyche has made its way to my heart & soul, and is the precursor to the escalation of feeling somewhat overwhelmed, and discontent with my chosen solitude.
My temple is already fractured, from a lifetime of minutiae, and unspoken trauma trails, and I’m not the only one.
Whilst I love people, and love engaging with various cohorts of people in my daily...
Perhaps, that deep fracture in my psyche has made its way to my heart & soul, and is the precursor to the escalation of feeling somewhat overwhelmed, and discontent with my chosen solitude.
My temple is already fractured, from a lifetime of minutiae, and unspoken trauma trails, and I’m not the only one.
Whilst I love people, and love engaging with various cohorts of people in my daily...
#myself
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