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.
Hymn to the Maiden
There are fields in the mind
endless fields stained in gold
where I’d lay in the harvest,
stalks erect beneath the sun
listening to the gentle chatter
of seeds shivering in their husks.
Anglia grew wheat, and hops
and rapeseed. Settlements
built on boggy fens and
Roman rule
and so I’d lay gazing at the sky
dreaming of coins and rings
and treasures laying dormant
inches below the soil, thinking ...
endless fields stained in gold
where I’d lay in the harvest,
stalks erect beneath the sun
listening to the gentle chatter
of seeds shivering in their husks.
Anglia grew wheat, and hops
and rapeseed. Settlements
built on boggy fens and
Roman rule
and so I’d lay gazing at the sky
dreaming of coins and rings
and treasures laying dormant
inches below the soil, thinking ...
#teens
#childhood
#pagan #Britain
#pagan #Britain
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Cancer .
I realise that first lie cut deep way beyond a flesh wound. No entry or exit marks it just ricocheted from my head to my heart and stayed with a nauseous feelings of complete dismay . Cancer just walked in and I thought it’s going to take him away and I can’t do anything apart from words of encouragement and kindness and compassion and bucket loads of understanding.
You told me when I was eighteen years old in a very vulnerable situation as I had left my home and family behind after an incident that changed my life from the moment I walked out the door. Fear and loss and feeling...
You told me when I was eighteen years old in a very vulnerable situation as I had left my home and family behind after an incident that changed my life from the moment I walked out the door. Fear and loss and feeling...
#regret
#heartbroken
#shame
#despair
#fear
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(39) My LifeStyle X.XIV.MMXXI @ 1:41AM
I’m stressed but truly blessed.
My reality has brought on many lessons.
I’m blowing through these intersections.
Dashing my way to a tragic collision.
There’s three things in life I don’t do.
Sobriety, fake bitches & red lights too.
I’m always rolling off something.
Nobody can warn you what’s coming.
I’ve been broke before, without friends;
On my own hitting dead ends.
Ignoring them with, “Remember when..”
Things were different back then.
I’m reminiscing about older days.
I remember not having shit to my...
My reality has brought on many lessons.
I’m blowing through these intersections.
Dashing my way to a tragic collision.
There’s three things in life I don’t do.
Sobriety, fake bitches & red lights too.
I’m always rolling off something.
Nobody can warn you what’s coming.
I’ve been broke before, without friends;
On my own hitting dead ends.
Ignoring them with, “Remember when..”
Things were different back then.
I’m reminiscing about older days.
I remember not having shit to my...
#hope
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‘The Avoidance Of The Black Room…’
I’m here again.
Here in this room, the first room, or the other 5.
Away from the outside world, on the contrary, or am I out here while trapped inside?
This room, that room, this cell, or that hell.
How do we know we aren’t in heaven, or, in a sense, by choosing our own tumultuous endeavors for pleasure? In a hell, we created ourselves, bewildered as well as despondent. Lost sight of heaven, in this instance, for something corespondent.
The eerie silence in the air, along with the eerie subtleness of the night. Oh, how it speaks volumes within itself. Meanwhile, the...
Here in this room, the first room, or the other 5.
Away from the outside world, on the contrary, or am I out here while trapped inside?
This room, that room, this cell, or that hell.
How do we know we aren’t in heaven, or, in a sense, by choosing our own tumultuous endeavors for pleasure? In a hell, we created ourselves, bewildered as well as despondent. Lost sight of heaven, in this instance, for something corespondent.
The eerie silence in the air, along with the eerie subtleness of the night. Oh, how it speaks volumes within itself. Meanwhile, the...
#anxiety
#MentalHealth
#emotional
#hurt
#emotions
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belief
9 of 30
when I was at my lowest point
he asked me what I believe in
I said I didn't really know anymore & he snorted
no wonder you're such a fucking mess
you have to believe in something
do more than just exist
point taken...and yet...
since that conversation
I've done a lot of thinking on the matter
gone over in mind what feels right
as an emotional creature...I follow my instincts
I now have a partial answer...
it will expand over time...you understand...
when I was at my lowest point
he asked me what I believe in
I said I didn't really know anymore & he snorted
no wonder you're such a fucking mess
you have to believe in something
do more than just exist
point taken...and yet...
since that conversation
I've done a lot of thinking on the matter
gone over in mind what feels right
as an emotional creature...I follow my instincts
I now have a partial answer...
it will expand over time...you understand...
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#NaPoWriMo2024
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overdosing on the stairs
sixteen years old
and beautiful
straight off the farm
the wood stove
the outhouse
left behind for
the big city.
meets a handsome
marine in gorgeous
dress blues who
comes home with her
into the kitchen
standing up
resisting
pushed up against
the kitchen sink
by my biological
father who after
the planting of
winter wheat
after the
obligatory...
and beautiful
straight off the farm
the wood stove
the outhouse
left behind for
the big city.
meets a handsome
marine in gorgeous
dress blues who
comes home with her
into the kitchen
standing up
resisting
pushed up against
the kitchen sink
by my biological
father who after
the planting of
winter wheat
after the
obligatory...
#mother
#father
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Brain Scan: Bradford Pears in the Reception Room
7/30
Yesterday we drove 12 miles
for my brain scan
past trees blown down
freshly cut stumps
arboreal surgeons in carhart coats
lobotomizing those who
once were
but now are otherwise.
We drive on.
The brain scan is important.
Hallucinations can be signs
of something dangerous.
The wind came stampeding through
as the weather-woman
assumed her serious face
and parroted fairy...
Yesterday we drove 12 miles
for my brain scan
past trees blown down
freshly cut stumps
arboreal surgeons in carhart coats
lobotomizing those who
once were
but now are otherwise.
We drive on.
The brain scan is important.
Hallucinations can be signs
of something dangerous.
The wind came stampeding through
as the weather-woman
assumed her serious face
and parroted fairy...
#SelfDiscovery
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Pleas (poem of month submission)
#emptiness
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AS I ORBIT THESE CITY SIDEWALKS (6-31-1990; San Diego, California)
all these hard city sidewalks
and streets
hot asphalt
and cracked broken concrete
measured by feelings
under my weak weary
tired stepping feet
bring long passed forgotten
ghost s histories
and their still resonantly lingering
echoing blues to mind
from all the varied me s and you s
who ve passed over these very same
paths walkways streets and roads before...
and streets
hot asphalt
and cracked broken concrete
measured by feelings
under my weak weary
tired stepping feet
bring long passed forgotten
ghost s histories
and their still resonantly lingering
echoing blues to mind
from all the varied me s and you s
who ve passed over these very same
paths walkways streets and roads before...
#identity
#memories
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
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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
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A Little Bit Less
A Little Bit Less
I wish I weighed a little bit less
Then maybe I would see
It doesn’t matter what I weigh
It really won’t change me
There’s a notion in my mind
It would cure all of my woes
But you wouldn’t love me less
And you wouldn’t love me more
I wish I was a little less sad
That the tears would one day stop
The depression that takes over me
It controls my mind, my thoughts
I’m done looking for a reason
I just welcome it upon me
I’m used to it, my dark cloud
It’s become...
I wish I weighed a little bit less
Then maybe I would see
It doesn’t matter what I weigh
It really won’t change me
There’s a notion in my mind
It would cure all of my woes
But you wouldn’t love me less
And you wouldn’t love me more
I wish I was a little less sad
That the tears would one day stop
The depression that takes over me
It controls my mind, my thoughts
I’m done looking for a reason
I just welcome it upon me
I’m used to it, my dark cloud
It’s become...
#sadness
#depression
#dark
#shame
#MentalHealth
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Quicksand
Quicksand
--Nacton Shores--
On Sundays,
when shadows had lifted from my Mother
like a Victorian veil,
she'd pick me up, take me shoring.
We'd walk the long stiff length of Orwell.
I'd run off ahead -
hunting dead wood, dragon heads,
mermaids all dried out.
I'd observe traversing opportunities,
steep, eroding cliffs,
roots digging fingers
into earth for generations.
The tattered remains of jellyfish
often wedge within this sand,
become hunter's fodder.
and I, merciless,
...
--Nacton Shores--
On Sundays,
when shadows had lifted from my Mother
like a Victorian veil,
she'd pick me up, take me shoring.
We'd walk the long stiff length of Orwell.
I'd run off ahead -
hunting dead wood, dragon heads,
mermaids all dried out.
I'd observe traversing opportunities,
steep, eroding cliffs,
roots digging fingers
into earth for generations.
The tattered remains of jellyfish
often wedge within this sand,
become hunter's fodder.
and I, merciless,
...
#death
#home
#memories #acceptance
#memories #acceptance
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