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.
PAR
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 2:40pm
12th Dec 2024 2:40pm
One-way ticket...
Why should I care for the new year?
Another cycle of the same celestial dance
spiraling through familiar constellations.
Same faces in the same places,
their conversations a recitation of a well-worn script.
Why should I care for the new year?
When the clock's hands circle back
to touch the same numbers they brushed a moment ago.
And the calendar's pages, thin and brittle
fall like leaves from the same tree.
Why should I care for the new year...
When the same hues paint the dawn
and...
Another cycle of the same celestial dance
spiraling through familiar constellations.
Same faces in the same places,
their conversations a recitation of a well-worn script.
Why should I care for the new year?
When the clock's hands circle back
to touch the same numbers they brushed a moment ago.
And the calendar's pages, thin and brittle
fall like leaves from the same tree.
Why should I care for the new year...
When the same hues paint the dawn
and...
#fate
#karma
#luck
#mirror
#NewYear
157 reads
14 Comments
Nachiyobe
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 9:09am
6th Dec 2024 9:09am
A Writers Vows
With this paper and pen, I vow..
To voice out the volumes of words left unsaid.
To spell out the silence of the secrets left unspoken.
I vow,
That my sonnets will speak the language our spirits haven't figured out yet,
That the lines of my limericks will lyric the songs our souls haven't sung yet,
That my haikus will hold and heal our haggard hearts,
That...
My words, wether in prose of verse, written, spoken, raw or rehearsed will silence the voices in our heads, listen..
I vow that the ink of my pen will be the flavor of sweat driven by my...
To voice out the volumes of words left unsaid.
To spell out the silence of the secrets left unspoken.
I vow,
That my sonnets will speak the language our spirits haven't figured out yet,
That the lines of my limericks will lyric the songs our souls haven't sung yet,
That my haikus will hold and heal our haggard hearts,
That...
My words, wether in prose of verse, written, spoken, raw or rehearsed will silence the voices in our heads, listen..
I vow that the ink of my pen will be the flavor of sweat driven by my...
#emotions
#inspirational
#redemption
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BlkLyrycE
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 1:47pm
5th Dec 2024 1:47pm
Grief
I almost forgot that you were gone until I woke up and realized that I was now grown.
Your face, smile, all of your features were there.
I would’ve bet my life on that.
And there I was nothin but a child again racing to give you the biggest hug that I could make.
I would have never imagined that I would be sitting here dumbfounded.
Lead not to our own understanding, those are the words those men wrote in the Bible as they went about their day, reciting potential scriptures that they wanted to include in the Bible.
God doesn’t make any mistakes are the words...
Your face, smile, all of your features were there.
I would’ve bet my life on that.
And there I was nothin but a child again racing to give you the biggest hug that I could make.
I would have never imagined that I would be sitting here dumbfounded.
Lead not to our own understanding, those are the words those men wrote in the Bible as they went about their day, reciting potential scriptures that they wanted to include in the Bible.
God doesn’t make any mistakes are the words...
#death
#grief
#heartbroken #hurt
#heartbroken #hurt
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Onyxceila
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 8:13am
4th Dec 2024 8:13am
Unearthed
My mind is screaming, merely mimicking my lost design
my heart is bleeding, memories of a dissolved time
With the scorned child, I thought gone
the next stage of life has now begun
Feeling lost in my own doom
I am trapped, surrounded
Crowded within this room
screaming at the top of my shattered lungs
Not a single soul wavers
no one bothered to look up
They walk right through my scattered limbs
Leaving behind their muddy scuffs
And on top of my punctured ribs, they stand
As if designated to their blind...
my heart is bleeding, memories of a dissolved time
With the scorned child, I thought gone
the next stage of life has now begun
Feeling lost in my own doom
I am trapped, surrounded
Crowded within this room
screaming at the top of my shattered lungs
Not a single soul wavers
no one bothered to look up
They walk right through my scattered limbs
Leaving behind their muddy scuffs
And on top of my punctured ribs, they stand
As if designated to their blind...
#emptiness
#grief
#loneliness
#love
#strength
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Everavalon
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 12:41pm
1st Dec 2024 12:41pm
Lonesome lines
Forget wading through the river. The current is harassing and the bottom, dismissive. The whirlpools, evasive; the haughty, permissive. The stones have bullied the balance right out of my gesture. The silt between them grips my gait like it’s in the market for ground bone. The critters beneath nibble at my flesh as it’s shaven, tickling my wounds with their whiskers. Their eyes leak desire when I’m moistened. The fish are hungry here.
Forget walking through the forest. Seven minutes in and the trees aren’t done whispering my location. There’s no silence to be had in these...
Forget walking through the forest. Seven minutes in and the trees aren’t done whispering my location. There’s no silence to be had in these...
#SelfReflection
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 00:05am
1st Dec 2024 00:05am
MY ENTITY IS THE WOLF
LET ME KNOW HOW DO YOU KNOW THYSELF, IF YOU REALLY TRULY KNOW THYSELF. 🤔 FOR do you know that we each have an, ability to manifest our own personal thoughts, 🧠 in mind and in our heart. ❤️ For I say that because of what I had to go through. 🤨 When I was told that I have different cancers stages, traveling through my mind and heart and soul and body. For now I'm going through the process of chemotherapy, for the treatment of elimination of this disease. THAT can affect each of us, in so many ways of life. 🙏 How many of us ever had a sacred...
#dialogue
#metaphor
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
76 reads
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Everavalon
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 11:31pm
30th Nov 2024 11:31pm
The pearl
Perpetual moments of smoulder fills my vessel with a constant smoke. The grey behind this vision is murky with obscure sediment smothering my perception. Sadness, despair; an excursion of amplified impression. I am justified in this plunder of mirth that was once the foundation that soothed me.
In loneliness, my mind had become valiant with austerity. I was the stern that upended the bow. I was the silence in the lighthouse on temperate nights. I was the heckle in the crowd at your theatre plays. I could be anyone then, so long as I was dismissive. I was callous and hardened; as...
In loneliness, my mind had become valiant with austerity. I was the stern that upended the bow. I was the silence in the lighthouse on temperate nights. I was the heckle in the crowd at your theatre plays. I could be anyone then, so long as I was dismissive. I was callous and hardened; as...
#SelfReflection
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BeautifulDisaster7
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 5:56am
28th Nov 2024 5:56am
A Bloom in the Ashes
I was a garden left untended to and under nourished.
I became a place where wild shadows darkened, as weeds tangled tightly around my roots.
A place where thorns grew sharp as glass piercing anything in their wake.
The storms had come and the winds stayed,
Breaking my branches, stealing all of my resilience.
I forgot what it meant to blossom.
I forgot what it meant to feel the sunlight nurturing my soul.
Yet deep within all the fractured pieces and tainted soil,
Beneath the weight of grief and time,
A seed of hope stayed...
I became a place where wild shadows darkened, as weeds tangled tightly around my roots.
A place where thorns grew sharp as glass piercing anything in their wake.
The storms had come and the winds stayed,
Breaking my branches, stealing all of my resilience.
I forgot what it meant to blossom.
I forgot what it meant to feel the sunlight nurturing my soul.
Yet deep within all the fractured pieces and tainted soil,
Beneath the weight of grief and time,
A seed of hope stayed...
#SelfWorth
98 reads
2 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 7:43am
24th Nov 2024 7:43am
if I could at will-I'd escape into a better realm
unlike edits and corrections on a literal writing piece; life experiences are like overlapping graffiti stains that's made its mark upon ones' psyche;
scrubbing those walls could feel like centuries-though it doesn't take away ones' memories; that's why I absolutely understand what it means to subconsciously browse the archives- then a drink is what one needs....
do we have freewill? yes. but this "matrix" does deceive; so do we really? they say the "devil's in the details"- life's portrait's...
scrubbing those walls could feel like centuries-though it doesn't take away ones' memories; that's why I absolutely understand what it means to subconsciously browse the archives- then a drink is what one needs....
do we have freewill? yes. but this "matrix" does deceive; so do we really? they say the "devil's in the details"- life's portrait's...
#FeelingTrapped
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
169 reads
LennyBlue
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 1:38pm
19th Nov 2024 1:38pm
I’m Going To Die of Lung Cancer
Woke up dreams in my head
I didn't realize I was dead.
In the dream, I was three,
Why’s that lady touching me?
Then i was a eight years old,
blood dripping in dirty white snow.
Laying on Doctors table,
Stiching my nose, staying quite stable.
At thirteen became a man,
Parents fighting, couldn't understand.
Dad walks out it was winter,
He would never come back for mom’s dinner.
Made it into an art school,
Played harmonica , felt so cool.
Liked girls, but...
I didn't realize I was dead.
In the dream, I was three,
Why’s that lady touching me?
Then i was a eight years old,
blood dripping in dirty white snow.
Laying on Doctors table,
Stiching my nose, staying quite stable.
At thirteen became a man,
Parents fighting, couldn't understand.
Dad walks out it was winter,
He would never come back for mom’s dinner.
Made it into an art school,
Played harmonica , felt so cool.
Liked girls, but...
#abuse
#cancer
#death
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
105 reads
2 Comments
rubyredheart
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 6:07pm
12th Nov 2024 6:07pm
Saturday, October 18, 2008
i'm starting to worry about maybe's and what if's. i'm just tired right? i love you. i really do. please, whatever else, know that without a doubt. know that there's no one else i do, ever have, or probably ever will feel this way about. and whatever my faults, i just can't believe that loving you is one of them. because you really are unlike anyone else in such an amazing way. you….it's too much to know how to say in words. i resort to the word i used before but it doesn't really express it all--you're perfect. and if you were "perfect" you couldn't be so perfect. i fear you could...
#memories
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 4:12pm
7th Nov 2024 4:12pm
FRACTURED ECHOES
The effects of Divorce, an shattering of vows, Altar turned graveyard and hanging brows ,
a house in silence sure beats domestic violence but the shadows and storms,
A symphony of wounds, in fractured forms.
Verbal lashes, mental bruises
Who am I in this ruin, this tangle of excuses?
Do they love me? Or was love buried beneath their war, Left to rot, splattered across the bedroom wall?
Why do they not love each other anymore?
Am I the reason for the fault lines that spread, these are my feelings that roam in my head
The cracks...
a house in silence sure beats domestic violence but the shadows and storms,
A symphony of wounds, in fractured forms.
Verbal lashes, mental bruises
Who am I in this ruin, this tangle of excuses?
Do they love me? Or was love buried beneath their war, Left to rot, splattered across the bedroom wall?
Why do they not love each other anymore?
Am I the reason for the fault lines that spread, these are my feelings that roam in my head
The cracks...
#hurt
66 reads
3 Comments
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