Long Poems About Myself
#myself
Long poems about myself. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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
161 reads
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Northern_Soul
Poem Published
21st Jun 2024 10:53am
21st Jun 2024 10:53am
(#3) Bright Blue Walls: Tell it to the bees
I’d come to dread
and appreciate Fridays
as I woke up shattered
[you were right]
20 minutes before my ride
as I shoved swimming gear
sandwiches
hopes & dreams
into a worn black bag.
I caught the bus with seconds
to spare. It was a hot mess of despair
as I watched tired eyes remain closed
even after sips of travel mug coffee.
I entered the building
caught my skirt in the lift door ...
and appreciate Fridays
as I woke up shattered
[you were right]
20 minutes before my ride
as I shoved swimming gear
sandwiches
hopes & dreams
into a worn black bag.
I caught the bus with seconds
to spare. It was a hot mess of despair
as I watched tired eyes remain closed
even after sips of travel mug coffee.
I entered the building
caught my skirt in the lift door ...
#bees
#DomesticViolence
#healing
#myself
#SelfReflection
212 reads
2 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
202 reads
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Northern_Soul
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 8:39am
18th Jun 2024 8:39am
Of Bones & Hands
I.
when I was eight
we walked to school
via an overgrown path
affectionately known
as The Spinney
I remember leaves
crunching beneath
autumn boots
when I spotted
a small skull in the dirt,
the flesh all gone.
The books said
it was a squirrel
I wrapped it up
took it home
cleaned it
carried it earnestly
to show & tell that week
where I talked about ...
when I was eight
we walked to school
via an overgrown path
affectionately known
as The Spinney
I remember leaves
crunching beneath
autumn boots
when I spotted
a small skull in the dirt,
the flesh all gone.
The books said
it was a squirrel
I wrapped it up
took it home
cleaned it
carried it earnestly
to show & tell that week
where I talked about ...
#confessional
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#StreamOfConsciousness
#love
207 reads
5 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
246 reads
5 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
7th Jun 2024 10:45am
7th Jun 2024 10:45am
(#1) Bright Blue Walls
Hey.. what are you after?’ She says
and I tell her who I’m here to see
as she buzzes me into the building
she’s a carbon copy of me
septum ring, awkwardly dressed
stick in her right hand
as we catch the lift together
stand cramped in an oblong box
as a door slides open
releasing us out into the world.
The place is like Fort Knox
as we talk through more intercoms
and it makes sense when I think
about the clientele
all the battered souls of the...
and I tell her who I’m here to see
as she buzzes me into the building
she’s a carbon copy of me
septum ring, awkwardly dressed
stick in her right hand
as we catch the lift together
stand cramped in an oblong box
as a door slides open
releasing us out into the world.
The place is like Fort Knox
as we talk through more intercoms
and it makes sense when I think
about the clientele
all the battered souls of the...
#confessional
#DomesticViolence
#MovingOn
#myself
#StreamOfConsciousness
266 reads
4 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
170 reads
8 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
187 reads
2 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
18th May 2024 10:33am
18th May 2024 10:33am
How to fix burnout
some bitch with a clipboard
sits in front of me
rattling a pencil between her teeth
saying words like posture
and eye contact
of which I don’t like fucking either
and she’s making notes
on my history, the way my life
has gone down the proverbial shitter
how my spine bent up like a pretzel
months ago as wild birds
pecked at the remains
her face slapping me with a wound:
“you’re here, but you don’t look happy”
… of course I don’t look fucking happy, Susan
...
sits in front of me
rattling a pencil between her teeth
saying words like posture
and eye contact
of which I don’t like fucking either
and she’s making notes
on my history, the way my life
has gone down the proverbial shitter
how my spine bent up like a pretzel
months ago as wild birds
pecked at the remains
her face slapping me with a wound:
“you’re here, but you don’t look happy”
… of course I don’t look fucking happy, Susan
...
#happiness
#myself
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
264 reads
9 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
234 reads
4 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
28th Apr 2024 2:07am
28th Apr 2024 2:07am
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
147 reads
0 Comments
The_Darkness_Insid
Poem Published
24th Apr 2024 9:22pm
24th Apr 2024 9:22pm
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
398 reads
24 Comments
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