Long Self Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 11:15pm
15th Jan 2025 11:15pm
Triggers
Momma rocking in her rocking chair while watching Jimmy sexually abuse me goes back a generation to Grandma in a rocker while Mom's dad (Grandpa Lou) raped her. It took years of panic and a confession by my mother to figure this out! She died maintaining that I was a promiscuous Lolita who seduced and took advange of relatives, her friends and our neighbors. YEAH, MOM I WAS A 4 YEAR OLD WHORE! Even the words...Mom, Momma and Mommy used to trigger me!
I don't remember my first vaginal rape and I don't count it as sex since it wasn't consensual. I lost my virginity at age 17. I...
I don't remember my first vaginal rape and I don't count it as sex since it wasn't consensual. I lost my virginity at age 17. I...
#abuse
#mother
88 reads
6 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 10:49am
13th Jan 2025 10:49am
Ocean Blue Dreams
There is a figure I sometimes see in my dreams.
With blue eyes,ocean screens.
Sometimes, I meet him in my dreamscape.
Something like an escape.
From reality,cheapskate.
And when I am with him,it feels like fate.
If only I could transport to that realm as I please.
He would be real.
He would be by my side,and ask me how I feel.
His identity is unknown.
But to me,he's an old friend.
I don't see him often.
But we manage to make amends.
Like the time we went on a vacation far away.
Or the time we got...
With blue eyes,ocean screens.
Sometimes, I meet him in my dreamscape.
Something like an escape.
From reality,cheapskate.
And when I am with him,it feels like fate.
If only I could transport to that realm as I please.
He would be real.
He would be by my side,and ask me how I feel.
His identity is unknown.
But to me,he's an old friend.
I don't see him often.
But we manage to make amends.
Like the time we went on a vacation far away.
Or the time we got...
#despair
#FallingInLove
#hope
#love
#sadness
103 reads
0 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 1:37am
13th Jan 2025 1:37am
memories are an imprecise form of time travel
#addiction
#hope
#LifeStruggles #memories
#LifeStruggles #memories
49 reads
1 Comment
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 1:39am
12th Jan 2025 1:39am
This Is A Sad Poem
The first time I tried to kill myself I had dumped half of the contents of a Mr.Bubbles bottle into the tub, making an iridescent and bubble gum scented grave for myself.
I dunked my head underwater for the next hour or so and continuously tried to drown to no avail.
I couldn’t get past the annoying survival instinct to come up for air when I started to panic.
I tell my therapist this as though I was telling her about dressing my dolls or playing a game with my cousins. She furrows her brow and frowns the way people do when they don’t get my dead parent jokes. I...
I dunked my head underwater for the next hour or so and continuously tried to drown to no avail.
I couldn’t get past the annoying survival instinct to come up for air when I started to panic.
I tell my therapist this as though I was telling her about dressing my dolls or playing a game with my cousins. She furrows her brow and frowns the way people do when they don’t get my dead parent jokes. I...
#death
#grief
#hope #sadness
#hope #sadness
109 reads
4 Comments
Darkness_Fiend
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 7:20pm
11th Jan 2025 7:20pm
(47) Laced Up Thoughts 01.11.2025 @ 12:04am
This lifestyle doesn’t get any easier.
Lately I feel very distant from life.
Will I ever run out of things to write?
Can you tell I’m high as a kite?
Dashed off Crenshaw Blvd last night.
Dwelling on life and everything in sight.
My addiction has kept me from the life I want.
I feel depressed as I continue to be truthful.
I’m an open book.
I’ll tell you just about anything.
Some things will have to die with me.
Certain things we can only take to the grave.
I can’t truly say I believe in an afterlife.
In the case...
Lately I feel very distant from life.
Will I ever run out of things to write?
Can you tell I’m high as a kite?
Dashed off Crenshaw Blvd last night.
Dwelling on life and everything in sight.
My addiction has kept me from the life I want.
I feel depressed as I continue to be truthful.
I’m an open book.
I’ll tell you just about anything.
Some things will have to die with me.
Certain things we can only take to the grave.
I can’t truly say I believe in an afterlife.
In the case...
#SelfReflection
53 reads
Her
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 12:29pm
11th Jan 2025 12:29pm
Shifting
The relentless search for answers
Not giving up the fight
Not. Giving. Up.
When is enough, enough?
That was his question
While he looked intently into my eyes
Kindness, compassion, concern
Stamped across his face
The loss of my core self, who I am
My identity has always been fragmented
My beliefs, my values
How I perceive my own thoughts
All of it
Constantly shifts unbeknownst to me
Until after the fact
Just that...
Not giving up the fight
Not. Giving. Up.
When is enough, enough?
That was his question
While he looked intently into my eyes
Kindness, compassion, concern
Stamped across his face
The loss of my core self, who I am
My identity has always been fragmented
My beliefs, my values
How I perceive my own thoughts
All of it
Constantly shifts unbeknownst to me
Until after the fact
Just that...
#MentalHealth
115 reads
13 Comments
Darkness_Fiend
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 10:00am
11th Jan 2025 10:00am
(46) Lost, Lonely & High 01.01.2025 @ 5:56pm
Feeling hopeless once again!
I got some things on my mind.
Still on the run and under the influence!
I aim high just to hit rock bottom.
I confess that I’m still chopping lines.
Without you here, it doesn’t feel right.
I don’t see the point in getting high.
If you’re not here, then why?
Down here missing my little brother
Resentment growing deeper towards my mother
I can’t stand to look in the mirror
I hate pretending like my mind seems clearer
I’m struggling in my life.
All I think about is getting high. ...
I got some things on my mind.
Still on the run and under the influence!
I aim high just to hit rock bottom.
I confess that I’m still chopping lines.
Without you here, it doesn’t feel right.
I don’t see the point in getting high.
If you’re not here, then why?
Down here missing my little brother
Resentment growing deeper towards my mother
I can’t stand to look in the mirror
I hate pretending like my mind seems clearer
I’m struggling in my life.
All I think about is getting high. ...
#depression
#hurt
37 reads
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 9:27pm
10th Jan 2025 9:27pm
It's another year in my life
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️. 111 It's here at this moment in my life with another year in my life, coming that I am truly grateful and thankful and blessed. To be able to see another day in my life. For tomorrow is a blessing for me, on my 66 birthday. 🎉🎂 For sure it's on this day I silently reflect upon my life, as I journey and travel and walk the last four years of my own life. FOR let's go back to 2002 when I had a spinal infusion and I was unable to walk, 😭 or stand on my own two feet alone. 😔 IT was that moment in...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
78 reads
2 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 10:49am
9th Jan 2025 10:49am
I Don't Know
I don't know if it's just the way I feel.
The way I have been,or slowly heal.
I don't know if it's something I have seen.
But sometimes,I wish for something I've never been.
Yearning to feel those memories once more.
I don't know if I just fell on the floor.
Or if I had t actually walk out the door.
Maybe it's something I drank or ate.
Maybe it's destiny or fate.
I don't know if I ate something wrong.
But I feel broken like a love song.
I don't see if it's something I drank.
I want to be frank,not blank. ...
The way I have been,or slowly heal.
I don't know if it's something I have seen.
But sometimes,I wish for something I've never been.
Yearning to feel those memories once more.
I don't know if I just fell on the floor.
Or if I had t actually walk out the door.
Maybe it's something I drank or ate.
Maybe it's destiny or fate.
I don't know if I ate something wrong.
But I feel broken like a love song.
I don't see if it's something I drank.
I want to be frank,not blank. ...
#despair
#hope
#motivational #sadness
#motivational #sadness
115 reads
0 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 1:51am
9th Jan 2025 1:51am
SUDDENLY IT CAME TO ME (Wed., Jan. 8th, 2025, 1:00am, Palm Springs, California)
suddenly
it came to me
in flowing streams
of gleaming liquid veils unfurled
a sacred truth s secret hidden
in these words
within my being
within my soul
whispered given
to by and from
someone something
some previously ungrasped unknown
higher ineffable power
somewhere far beyond
this earth this sun
these feelings thoughts
these thin ink lined words
arisen...
it came to me
in flowing streams
of gleaming liquid veils unfurled
a sacred truth s secret hidden
in these words
within my being
within my soul
whispered given
to by and from
someone something
some previously ungrasped unknown
higher ineffable power
somewhere far beyond
this earth this sun
these feelings thoughts
these thin ink lined words
arisen...
#evolution
#inspirational
#LifeCycle
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
78 reads
1 Comment
oldmanG
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 5:11am
8th Jan 2025 5:11am
Out of the Bottle
Out of the bottle
Feel a stirring in my soul
Rhythm pulse under blood vessels
It’s been there since I was a tot
First 45 was Mother Mary
Along with Taveres
Heaven’s missing an angel
Dancing through my teens with
Who Doors and Aerosmith
With some Jimi mixed in
A new decade approaches and
It’s the 80’s on the stage
Clashed with The Who and Santana
Down at JFK
Went from Genesis all the way to Peter Gabriel
Call the Police and watch the Go Go’s
Rush meet Joe Walsh in the...
Feel a stirring in my soul
Rhythm pulse under blood vessels
It’s been there since I was a tot
First 45 was Mother Mary
Along with Taveres
Heaven’s missing an angel
Dancing through my teens with
Who Doors and Aerosmith
With some Jimi mixed in
A new decade approaches and
It’s the 80’s on the stage
Clashed with The Who and Santana
Down at JFK
Went from Genesis all the way to Peter Gabriel
Call the Police and watch the Go Go’s
Rush meet Joe Walsh in the...
#lyrics
#music
44 reads
0 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 1:56am
2nd Jan 2025 1:56am
My birthday breakdown last year...
My last breakdown....
...was my birthday 2023.
My father would have been 86.
I turned 49. I knew him less
than 6 months of my adult life.
My mother had kept us apart...
told each of us the other was dead...
this was before the Internet boomed.
Before we all had cell phones. All those lost years. Then he died. We shared a birthday.
We never got to share that birthday together. So, every year since '97 that day has haunted me. It was nothing special as a child...no presents...no cake! It COULD HAVE BEEN so special if Dad had...
...was my birthday 2023.
My father would have been 86.
I turned 49. I knew him less
than 6 months of my adult life.
My mother had kept us apart...
told each of us the other was dead...
this was before the Internet boomed.
Before we all had cell phones. All those lost years. Then he died. We shared a birthday.
We never got to share that birthday together. So, every year since '97 that day has haunted me. It was nothing special as a child...no presents...no cake! It COULD HAVE BEEN so special if Dad had...
#birthday
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
60 reads
6 Comments
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