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.
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:07pm
Yesterday 10:07pm
glass gates
14 of 30
in memory forever
some accusations stain
misunderstood...badly translated
it's hard to explain
why can't you just accept it
let yourself be loved
it's complicated
& painfully simple
but I don't know where to start
once upon a time...
{not so very long ago}
...as the story goes
I loved like a warrior
ardent & unrelenting
...but in full armor
poured my love into their open hands
giving them everything I am
beautifully...
in memory forever
some accusations stain
misunderstood...badly translated
it's hard to explain
why can't you just accept it
let yourself be loved
it's complicated
& painfully simple
but I don't know where to start
once upon a time...
{not so very long ago}
...as the story goes
I loved like a warrior
ardent & unrelenting
...but in full armor
poured my love into their open hands
giving them everything I am
beautifully...
#confessional
#learning
#love #PersonalGrowth
#love #PersonalGrowth
29 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:47pm
Yesterday 8:47pm
"~an epic in the making.."
https://youtu.be/jQmShrpQ3c0?feature=shared
(an inspired lyrical from this song link)
(intro verses)
an epic..
will you come & sing.. my breeze..
at this nascent dawning hours
of a newness flower in bloom..
this such pleasant now..
will it be embracing me..
a quizzical puzzle ..
is this future..
when the singing blue nightingale
becomes silent at this time..
an epic..
will you come & sing.. my...
(an inspired lyrical from this song link)
(intro verses)
an epic..
will you come & sing.. my breeze..
at this nascent dawning hours
of a newness flower in bloom..
this such pleasant now..
will it be embracing me..
a quizzical puzzle ..
is this future..
when the singing blue nightingale
becomes silent at this time..
an epic..
will you come & sing.. my...
#dawn
#flowers
#music
#nature
#universe
33 reads
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 10:59am
13th Apr 2025 10:59am
Still Aflame
I don't know what's about it.
And I don't know how to say this.
I don't know how to tell this.
Or how to explain it.
On one side is a dimlit light.
Strong,powerful firelight.
Near a strong,warm fireplace.
Yet at the same time,something feels cold.
Like a forming disease or mold.
The fire is slowly burning out.
But you can still see it well.
The fire still seems bright.
After everything I tell.
Long ago,a fire burned.
Screeches sounded and peace hurled.
At first,the fire was...
And I don't know how to say this.
I don't know how to tell this.
Or how to explain it.
On one side is a dimlit light.
Strong,powerful firelight.
Near a strong,warm fireplace.
Yet at the same time,something feels cold.
Like a forming disease or mold.
The fire is slowly burning out.
But you can still see it well.
The fire still seems bright.
After everything I tell.
Long ago,a fire burned.
Screeches sounded and peace hurled.
At first,the fire was...
#despair
#hope
#motivational #uplifting
#motivational #uplifting
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Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 12:27pm
11th Apr 2025 12:27pm
I Worry Boy
once we were warriors filled
with fierce pride
banging our fists to chest
we would shake with the need to bleed
or make bleed
we were men that knew the language of protection
we were men that knew the language of love
toward our family
that knew how to nurture
our hard curbed by their soft
but
warped by booze
violence turned inward
we directed hate at ourselves
letting it spill over our loved ones
and our pride
died
became a curse
cheap piss and beer breath ...
with fierce pride
banging our fists to chest
we would shake with the need to bleed
or make bleed
we were men that knew the language of protection
we were men that knew the language of love
toward our family
that knew how to nurture
our hard curbed by their soft
but
warped by booze
violence turned inward
we directed hate at ourselves
letting it spill over our loved ones
and our pride
died
became a curse
cheap piss and beer breath ...
#childhood
#memories
#parent #son
#parent #son
78 reads
7 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 1:51am
10th Apr 2025 1:51am
a deeper look into my mind
what's my "favorite" thing to do during my "alone time"?; I like to play the sims 4 often; fascinated with a simulated world where you could build everyone up- and will them to all get along.... to have little to no burdens- and bonds that are forever strong....
"me" a "creation" playing "creator" in a sense- creating not a perfect but an ideal version of "real life" within an open world virtual reality.... where everyone is friendly;
where the "world" is...
"me" a "creation" playing "creator" in a sense- creating not a perfect but an ideal version of "real life" within an open world virtual reality.... where everyone is friendly;
where the "world" is...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 10:37pm
9th Apr 2025 10:37pm
The CHALLENGING INNER and OUTER STRUGGLES OF and IN COMMITTING FULLY. (Wed., April 9th, 2025, Palm Springs, California
such sweet solace
found
in the oneness
sweet solace
in the whole
sweet solace
in the mystery
of all we do not
know
sweet solace
in the all
sweet solace
in my fearless heart
sweet solace
in my soul
sweet solace
in my decisive
choice
sweet solace
in my letting go
of all i was
of all this old
now seventy one
i still yet am
somehow
it seems
to such a
distractedly unresolved ...
found
in the oneness
sweet solace
in the whole
sweet solace
in the mystery
of all we do not
know
sweet solace
in the all
sweet solace
in my fearless heart
sweet solace
in my soul
sweet solace
in my decisive
choice
sweet solace
in my letting go
of all i was
of all this old
now seventy one
i still yet am
somehow
it seems
to such a
distractedly unresolved ...
#earth
#evolution
#heaven
#sun
#universe
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 10:57am
9th Apr 2025 10:57am
No Path
I was walking down a grassy path.
The sign told me,go on and you'll escape its wrath.
The sign led me to a path far away.
The people told me,follow it,and your woes will go away.
As I kept walking,flowers grew.
Birds flew and sun is anew.
Yet ,something felt odd about this path.
Was it the right choice?
And did I escape pain and all its wrath?
The flowers were colorful.
And the birds were wild,free.
The rabbits were happy.
But somehow,it wasn't for me.
As I was halfway through that path.
I felt the...
The sign told me,go on and you'll escape its wrath.
The sign led me to a path far away.
The people told me,follow it,and your woes will go away.
As I kept walking,flowers grew.
Birds flew and sun is anew.
Yet ,something felt odd about this path.
Was it the right choice?
And did I escape pain and all its wrath?
The flowers were colorful.
And the birds were wild,free.
The rabbits were happy.
But somehow,it wasn't for me.
As I was halfway through that path.
I felt the...
#dark
#despair
#hope
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JohnWilksLincoln
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 6:50pm
8th Apr 2025 6:50pm
To John
Life is harder than you thought. Shit’s hit the fan on multiple occasions. You’ve almost let it affect your character, and to be honest, on some occasions it has. The drinking, weed, it’s all to drown out any form of feeling.
But what about the good ones?
What about the feelings that bring you so much joy? Why drown those? What about the feelings of togetherness and friendship, the people who value you for you? What about them? Why lose pieces of yourself in a bottle, pill, or bong? It takes pieces of you, all of which may or may not return.
They call me. ...
But what about the good ones?
What about the feelings that bring you so much joy? Why drown those? What about the feelings of togetherness and friendship, the people who value you for you? What about them? Why lose pieces of yourself in a bottle, pill, or bong? It takes pieces of you, all of which may or may not return.
They call me. ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#hope #nature
#hope #nature
40 reads
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
6th Apr 2025 00:27am
6th Apr 2025 00:27am
THE PATH AHEAD I CHOOSE TO TAKE (Sat., 4-5-2025, 12:00pm, Palm Springs, California)
this moment too
in timeless time
beyond
all it isn t
as with all things
in life
and this world
indeed nonetheless
still very simply
is
as it is
left on my own
for months and years
at a time
in my life s
journey
with no one else
present
to share it
all with
indeed at times
has left me feeling
so very alone
in this world
increasingly
growing more blind
indeed i know
i should still
feel grateful
for...
in timeless time
beyond
all it isn t
as with all things
in life
and this world
indeed nonetheless
still very simply
is
as it is
left on my own
for months and years
at a time
in my life s
journey
with no one else
present
to share it
all with
indeed at times
has left me feeling
so very alone
in this world
increasingly
growing more blind
indeed i know
i should still
feel grateful
for...
#acceptance
#healing
#LifeGoals
#MovingOn
#PersonalGrowth
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Ambjr
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 5:46am
3rd Apr 2025 5:46am
a toast to no one
the call came today
you’re dead
finally
the universe took its sweet time
over and over
I’ve tried rebuildin
what you burned down
with that lighter fluid smile
over and over
I’ve tried to wash out
all of your venom
that pulses thru my veins
they’ll want me to weep
to forgive you
to speak of loss and motherly love
but what is there it mourn
when nothin I ever had has died?
the actress takes her final bow
no fuckin encore
those invisible strings
that you pulled so well ...
you’re dead
finally
the universe took its sweet time
over and over
I’ve tried rebuildin
what you burned down
with that lighter fluid smile
over and over
I’ve tried to wash out
all of your venom
that pulses thru my veins
they’ll want me to weep
to forgive you
to speak of loss and motherly love
but what is there it mourn
when nothin I ever had has died?
the actress takes her final bow
no fuckin encore
those invisible strings
that you pulled so well ...
#anger
#death
#mother
89 reads
8 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 00:37am
3rd Apr 2025 00:37am
no, Google, I'm not suicidal
I googled
"what to do
when you've given up
on life"
and it gave me a list
of suicide hotlines
and articles on positive
mental health practices
I didn't know how
to explain to a search engine
that I'm not suicidal
I'm not looking for that kind of exit
I'm lost
I'm lonely
I'm aimless
Everything feels pointless
I've hit the edge of depression
and kept going into the abyss
instead of pulling back
like I was supposed to
I scroll through the...
"what to do
when you've given up
on life"
and it gave me a list
of suicide hotlines
and articles on positive
mental health practices
I didn't know how
to explain to a search engine
that I'm not suicidal
I'm not looking for that kind of exit
I'm lost
I'm lonely
I'm aimless
Everything feels pointless
I've hit the edge of depression
and kept going into the abyss
instead of pulling back
like I was supposed to
I scroll through the...
#depression
#despair
#emptiness #MentalHealth
#emptiness #MentalHealth
91 reads
14 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 8:45am
1st Apr 2025 8:45am
awake
I don’t sleep much these days
nightmares wait patiently
crouched in the corners of sleep
where I’m small again
beneath thunderous rage
cowerin from the shadow
that swallows everythin I am
I wake chokin on panic
that I’ve spent years swallowin down
heart thrashin in my chest
as terror outlasts my dreams
I don’t sleep much these days
music arrivin without warnin
midnight melodies spinnin circles in my mind
fingers twitch tied to strings
ivory key puppeteer beckonin me
down the...
nightmares wait patiently
crouched in the corners of sleep
where I’m small again
beneath thunderous rage
cowerin from the shadow
that swallows everythin I am
I wake chokin on panic
that I’ve spent years swallowin down
heart thrashin in my chest
as terror outlasts my dreams
I don’t sleep much these days
music arrivin without warnin
midnight melodies spinnin circles in my mind
fingers twitch tied to strings
ivory key puppeteer beckonin me
down the...
#StreamOfConsciousness
86 reads
6 Comments
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