Long Poems About Myself
#myself
Long poems about myself. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
PAR
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:15pm
Yesterday 8:15pm
Ethereal
He went there,
didn't want to but he went
even he paid for the taxi.
The house was old,
walls with moldy designs
of endless years and slovenly dwellers.
He put the key in the door,
he entered, stopped in the center of the room,
there were ghosts in the attic he was sure.
He walked up the aisle, or down the aisle,
it matters little, he opened one, then another, door.
He breathed the spirits of the place,
felt penetrated, invaded,
souls and dust stuck to the nasal mucosa,
macabre sinusitis of forgotten...
didn't want to but he went
even he paid for the taxi.
The house was old,
walls with moldy designs
of endless years and slovenly dwellers.
He put the key in the door,
he entered, stopped in the center of the room,
there were ghosts in the attic he was sure.
He walked up the aisle, or down the aisle,
it matters little, he opened one, then another, door.
He breathed the spirits of the place,
felt penetrated, invaded,
souls and dust stuck to the nasal mucosa,
macabre sinusitis of forgotten...
#loneliness
#mirror
#memories #myself
#memories #myself
32 reads
5 Comments
Chere-Rene13
Poem Published
1st Feb 2023 2:40am
1st Feb 2023 2:40am
A Quilt Of Quotes
A blanket of time, A comforter of learning echos, A bedspread that holds together your words of recite. This bed where you sleep & snore...Sweet dreams vs. nightmare screams. This bed for intimacy of two, that never exposes it's secret trust and the physical touch of love with hints of passions played. The book jacket of this bed is a warm, personal quilt of quotes. Words of a lifetime...sewn squares past history...together that enshords someone's meaning and thoughts of life. ...
#identity
#confessional
#memories
#myself
#choices
24 reads
0 Comments
Mrd
Mr. D
Mr. D
Poem Published
31st Jan 2023 2:09am
31st Jan 2023 2:09am
Tongue-in-cheek self-critique
This is hopeless.
This so-called poem
Is making me gag.
Dead on arrival
Complete with toe tag.
See what happens when
You try to write dopeless?
The muse, as you can see,
Has not yet come,
Nor are you, with your lack of talent,
Likely to be
Or not to be clever
On your own.
Who cares, dude?
You wanna get sued?
Your raggedy-ass rhyme
Is, to be blunt, a crime.
Whatever.
You have not sacrificed enough.
You have made the bed, ...
This so-called poem
Is making me gag.
Dead on arrival
Complete with toe tag.
See what happens when
You try to write dopeless?
The muse, as you can see,
Has not yet come,
Nor are you, with your lack of talent,
Likely to be
Or not to be clever
On your own.
Who cares, dude?
You wanna get sued?
Your raggedy-ass rhyme
Is, to be blunt, a crime.
Whatever.
You have not sacrificed enough.
You have made the bed, ...
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
57 reads
4 Comments
Vampyre497
Poem Published
12th Jan 2023 1:20pm
12th Jan 2023 1:20pm
Days Go By
Day 27.2746.107.1]
As I walked into the giant, parabolic shaped hangar, the fading stench of the old blood and uncleaned floors wreaked havoc upon my nostrils. They burned as though someone was taking a match to the inside of my nose. As I walked further into the room it smelled of old sweat and stale and rotting food. The floors were stained with the remains of those that had failed before and the walls were soaked with the screams of pain and suffering. And yet they were sturdy. Firm. Un-resilient in their fight to be nothing more than a structure.
My personification...
As I walked into the giant, parabolic shaped hangar, the fading stench of the old blood and uncleaned floors wreaked havoc upon my nostrils. They burned as though someone was taking a match to the inside of my nose. As I walked further into the room it smelled of old sweat and stale and rotting food. The floors were stained with the remains of those that had failed before and the walls were soaked with the screams of pain and suffering. And yet they were sturdy. Firm. Un-resilient in their fight to be nothing more than a structure.
My personification...
#depression
#identity
#technology #myself
#technology #myself
44 reads
1 Comment
LaBrujaOscura_75
Poem Published
10th Jan 2023 9:39pm
10th Jan 2023 9:39pm
Death Never Sleeps
I am she who has many forms and names
The cold north wind, and the secret flames,
The black void that lies between every star
And the blood that flows to make each scar.
I am merciless and yet there is mercy in me
You do not want to understand my destiny!
There is no going back from where I walked
And I will not take back how I have talked.
I was before the world, before all time began
I will remain, when done is the age of man,
With the multiverse I came into being first.
Before war or strife, before any blood thirst
I dwelt in that...
The cold north wind, and the secret flames,
The black void that lies between every star
And the blood that flows to make each scar.
I am merciless and yet there is mercy in me
You do not want to understand my destiny!
There is no going back from where I walked
And I will not take back how I have talked.
I was before the world, before all time began
I will remain, when done is the age of man,
With the multiverse I came into being first.
Before war or strife, before any blood thirst
I dwelt in that...
#dark
#death
#spiritual
#confessional
#myself
80 reads
3 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
14th Dec 2022 00:37am
14th Dec 2022 00:37am
I was thirteen the first time I masturbated
#TruthOfLife
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
64 reads
4 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
25th Nov 2022 4:42am
25th Nov 2022 4:42am
"cure" for the "core" beyond fuel for life's source..people give it labels like thnxgiving
in a world without "mirrors"(manmade reflections of all sorts).... nature's water drawls one nearer; imagine an isolation so deep, that a visit to the source couldn't be less brief....
one doesn't care about one's appearance that much.... just a grab and go-with one's storage day worth water flow.... for some(myself included).... that's the reality....
interaction? i mean-we can speak, but.... isn't less not best-if one values peace? because, what exactly do...
one doesn't care about one's appearance that much.... just a grab and go-with one's storage day worth water flow.... for some(myself included).... that's the reality....
interaction? i mean-we can speak, but.... isn't less not best-if one values peace? because, what exactly do...
#MentalHealth
#humankind
#apocalypse
#myself
#philosophical
119 reads
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
19th Nov 2022 5:43pm
19th Nov 2022 5:43pm
Blood Raw
I don't fake shit, I come blood raw
If you knew me then, then you know I'm just as before
No puffed out chest, that shit will get you kill
But you can tell by how I carry myself, I'm the real fucking deal
True I live by a code, live life while I live
Look death in the face and don't fucking give
Think of everyday,every breath as a punch in his fucking face
Laugh to your dam self as he battles to keep pace
What I did I consider the shit done
I don't have to look back at my life to see that all battles weren't won
But I consider...
If you knew me then, then you know I'm just as before
No puffed out chest, that shit will get you kill
But you can tell by how I carry myself, I'm the real fucking deal
True I live by a code, live life while I live
Look death in the face and don't fucking give
Think of everyday,every breath as a punch in his fucking face
Laugh to your dam self as he battles to keep pace
What I did I consider the shit done
I don't have to look back at my life to see that all battles weren't won
But I consider...
#identity
#confessional
#myself #philosophical
#myself #philosophical
180 reads
2 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 7:01pm
26th Sep 2022 7:01pm
Garden of the Vestal Virgins
Six Vestal Virgins,
Dressed in diaphanous white,
Skin like that of porcelains,
From their lips each, comes a whisper of insight,
A delicate breath of purity,
From an untainted garden
An echo of piety,
From the closed flowers of heaven,
That seek no pollen,
Amongst the untrimmed landscape,
Lest they be common and forgotten,
Over their shoulders, their long hair does drape.
Priestess One, with tresses of coily, golden blonde,
Sustained by the logical mind's turning gears,
Priestess Two, with straight tresses of crimson,...
Dressed in diaphanous white,
Skin like that of porcelains,
From their lips each, comes a whisper of insight,
A delicate breath of purity,
From an untainted garden
An echo of piety,
From the closed flowers of heaven,
That seek no pollen,
Amongst the untrimmed landscape,
Lest they be common and forgotten,
Over their shoulders, their long hair does drape.
Priestess One, with tresses of coily, golden blonde,
Sustained by the logical mind's turning gears,
Priestess Two, with straight tresses of crimson,...
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection
#pagan
#magic
117 reads
2 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2022 7:36am
23rd Sep 2022 7:36am
What You Don't Know...
I feel so picked apart
taking out pieces they want
and throwing away the whole plot
come back again whenever they want
something about that pisses me the fuck off
they only like me when I'm miserable
wonder when they'll start liking me for me
maybe when I stop giving them what they want
I'm not mad, just disappointed...
so here is the one fuck I'll give
take it for all it is
some of you talk to those who've tried to hurt me
I try not to take it personally
but excuse me if I'm a bit apprehensive
I've seen...
taking out pieces they want
and throwing away the whole plot
come back again whenever they want
something about that pisses me the fuck off
they only like me when I'm miserable
wonder when they'll start liking me for me
maybe when I stop giving them what they want
I'm not mad, just disappointed...
so here is the one fuck I'll give
take it for all it is
some of you talk to those who've tried to hurt me
I try not to take it personally
but excuse me if I'm a bit apprehensive
I've seen...
#myself
#WritingPoetry
159 reads
2 Comments
ragaire
Poem Published
31st Aug 2022 4:53am
31st Aug 2022 4:53am
i wouldn't call this a poem
i would say this a nightmare of experiences i have had to face, so if you have ever sat behind your monitor and asked yourself why i come across in any particular way at times be sure to stay, i'm going to share it with you.
i'd like to break this down by sharing two quotes before i begin and perhaps that will share some light on the matter, one is written by charles bukowski and the other is by clinton sammy jr.
i.
"I've had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can't quite make out what it is. It takes time" — charles...
i'd like to break this down by sharing two quotes before i begin and perhaps that will share some light on the matter, one is written by charles bukowski and the other is by clinton sammy jr.
i.
"I've had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can't quite make out what it is. It takes time" — charles...
#LifeStruggles
#myself
#StreamOfConsciousness
470 reads
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
30th Aug 2022 8:30pm
30th Aug 2022 8:30pm
inside outside the mind(one's self, one's surroundings(
solid, liquid, gas; science with the math; the sky, the fog, the rain, the grass; boxed in, stiff, detached.... one's feet contact the path-marked each step past, like summer heat to concrete fast-more or less hurting bad
society perceived by me, like 90 degrees plus hot flash attacks.... that never cease to last....
one has acknowledged this and that.... observing different paths....like spray paint in cans-graffitte tags, requires masks.... ...
society perceived by me, like 90 degrees plus hot flash attacks.... that never cease to last....
one has acknowledged this and that.... observing different paths....like spray paint in cans-graffitte tags, requires masks.... ...
#MentalHealth
#myself
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
#philosophical
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