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.
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
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cabcool
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 5:41am
1st Nov 2024 5:41am
October Poems 2024 >> broken strings—broken wings
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 29
broken strings—broken wings
the spot you’ve left here vacant
no longer find i fragrant,
for all your charm has vanished with the wind.
the voices i am hearing
have petrified my bearing
for i am by their told-you-so chagrined.
that cold october morning,
without the slightest warning,
your heart repurposed was no longer mine,
for you had...
DAY 29
broken strings—broken wings
the spot you’ve left here vacant
no longer find i fragrant,
for all your charm has vanished with the wind.
the voices i am hearing
have petrified my bearing
for i am by their told-you-so chagrined.
that cold october morning,
without the slightest warning,
your heart repurposed was no longer mine,
for you had...
#birthday
#heartbroken
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#UnrequitedLove
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Everavalon
Poem Published
29th Oct 2024 12:50pm
29th Oct 2024 12:50pm
The vessel and the cloth
i
Against my palms, my head rests.
I’ve pondered for miles—
these musings set to wrap around the earth, tenfold.
Why do we perplex over all we have written?
Upon this chair I sit, burdened.
I’ve simmered—
reeling between intervals of gin and tonic.
A crack in the glass excretes my glitches,
spilling unspent thoughts from its vessel.
The spill is velveteen and unprincipled.
I cannot clean up the excess—
for it’s the linen that soaks up the overage.
ii
From the depths of chronic pining, ...
Against my palms, my head rests.
I’ve pondered for miles—
these musings set to wrap around the earth, tenfold.
Why do we perplex over all we have written?
Upon this chair I sit, burdened.
I’ve simmered—
reeling between intervals of gin and tonic.
A crack in the glass excretes my glitches,
spilling unspent thoughts from its vessel.
The spill is velveteen and unprincipled.
I cannot clean up the excess—
for it’s the linen that soaks up the overage.
ii
From the depths of chronic pining, ...
#LifeAsAWriter
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Sonneteer
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 2:10pm
27th Oct 2024 2:10pm
The Portrait of the Poetaster as a Man - Epilogue
This self that I described, as close can be
To what I am: model of my inscape,
That I have built and shaped to verse's scale
Whose truth I measure using what I know.
My thoughts are scraps of rag, but can combine
(If handled with a skill) and make a quilt:
A raw material that few would want,
Refined to decoration and a use.
And thus if I don't daily work my thought
It turns to negatives, would make me drink,
Whereas if I invest in thinking well
My thought encourages sobriety.
This self is self, which I in part control,
(Though...
To what I am: model of my inscape,
That I have built and shaped to verse's scale
Whose truth I measure using what I know.
My thoughts are scraps of rag, but can combine
(If handled with a skill) and make a quilt:
A raw material that few would want,
Refined to decoration and a use.
And thus if I don't daily work my thought
It turns to negatives, would make me drink,
Whereas if I invest in thinking well
My thought encourages sobriety.
This self is self, which I in part control,
(Though...
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 11:11pm
26th Oct 2024 11:11pm
A dysfunctional family life
It's me again the story teller of words ✍️ I write these words from my own memories of my past life, as I read a story that reminded me of my own past life. 🤨 What the abuse had done to me a reflection upon my own life and world. 🌎 For I can relate to this story of living with a abusive man, not my real father. 🤨 YET he felt it necessary to hit me and to put his hands on me, when he was drunk punching and hitting me with his fist. 👊 Yet my own mother would say to me that's what you a man in your life. 😲 Yet treating it like it was alright...
#childhood
#dialogue
#emotional
#StreamOfConsciousness
#teens
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Sonneteer
Poem Published
24th Oct 2024 9:03pm
24th Oct 2024 9:03pm
The Portrait of the Poetaster as a Man - Book XII - Psychiatric diagnosis
Although the label's changed with changing years
It's now schizoaffective disorder :
This half new term should mean something to shrinks,
By God, it does to most the rest of you!
This diagnosis is debatable:
It represents a mixture of disease
From different camps - and that which doesn't fit
Is reassessed and joined by but a name.
To classify as either 'thought' or 'mood'
Is superseded using this new term,
Before the cause was one or other (choice),
Now nothing's said by simply choosing both.
And too, I may not meet conditions set ...
It's now schizoaffective disorder :
This half new term should mean something to shrinks,
By God, it does to most the rest of you!
This diagnosis is debatable:
It represents a mixture of disease
From different camps - and that which doesn't fit
Is reassessed and joined by but a name.
To classify as either 'thought' or 'mood'
Is superseded using this new term,
Before the cause was one or other (choice),
Now nothing's said by simply choosing both.
And too, I may not meet conditions set ...
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Sonneteer
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 11:52pm
23rd Oct 2024 11:52pm
The Portrait of the Poetaster as a Man - Book XI - Complexities of family
These are difficulties with family,
I criticise in way that I see fair,
I wish to know through this just what went wrong
And then to compensate the best I can.
In most my family (and most is good)
I would not see real failings (falls from grace)
And these have been, not always, but at times,
A beneficial influence on me.
My mother saw to bring me to this world
What greater gift is granted anyone;
These people served to form me in my youth
To most of them I owe a gratitude.
As I grow older now their mould recedes
But still I see...
I criticise in way that I see fair,
I wish to know through this just what went wrong
And then to compensate the best I can.
In most my family (and most is good)
I would not see real failings (falls from grace)
And these have been, not always, but at times,
A beneficial influence on me.
My mother saw to bring me to this world
What greater gift is granted anyone;
These people served to form me in my youth
To most of them I owe a gratitude.
As I grow older now their mould recedes
But still I see...
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Everavalon
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 2:09pm
23rd Oct 2024 2:09pm
This empty revel
i.
Come walk with me. No use wandering alone on this
absent curve with this melancholy
in hand—this stain on your palms.
You try not to let it pester— though it slinks up your sleeve. You mustn’t touch it
It’s prickly; this blackened scab that sullies your ivory; the wound— a trinket of wry
with little relent.
ii.
For all this sorrow forbids you to bathe in the malt of another man’s brew. A potence found only in the ones who have forgiven ...
Come walk with me. No use wandering alone on this
absent curve with this melancholy
in hand—this stain on your palms.
You try not to let it pester— though it slinks up your sleeve. You mustn’t touch it
It’s prickly; this blackened scab that sullies your ivory; the wound— a trinket of wry
with little relent.
ii.
For all this sorrow forbids you to bathe in the malt of another man’s brew. A potence found only in the ones who have forgiven ...
#healing
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I_was_rare_once
RareFaction
RareFaction
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 5:38am
23rd Oct 2024 5:38am
#102
Long days in old school hallways bottle flipping choco true moo with no friends always.
It's not with false lenses just a snapshot of life;
I made some lonely habits just to escape from the fights.
Big blanket, crossed legs my personal cave.
A chamber for brave and the innocent slave.
A funny little boy with a funny low voice who out choiced the ploy and laughed, cried and rejoiced.
I always was the imaginative type.
The kind of kid who plays alone just imagining life with no labor, broke and no haters.
I just elaborate strife.
Just a collateral...
It's not with false lenses just a snapshot of life;
I made some lonely habits just to escape from the fights.
Big blanket, crossed legs my personal cave.
A chamber for brave and the innocent slave.
A funny little boy with a funny low voice who out choiced the ploy and laughed, cried and rejoiced.
I always was the imaginative type.
The kind of kid who plays alone just imagining life with no labor, broke and no haters.
I just elaborate strife.
Just a collateral...
#childhood
#loneliness
#SelfReflection
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Sonneteer
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 9:03am
22nd Oct 2024 9:03am
The Portrait of the Poetaster as a Man - Book X - Affectations of love
My love, I would not show this verse to thee,
Though not for wanting to advance my cause,
But as, all heart's wishes, bar one's, close yours,
I'd bow to you and ask my privacy.
So these, the words ne'er given you from me,
And were they sent, in modesty I'd pause,
But thus you leave me with an open clause
To praise your charms unto eternity.
So let me say that I am fond of you.
Exactly why, I neither know nor care.
Suffice to say a fondness of the heart.
Where on spectrum's fan? Platonic in hue.
Below sweet nothings is the normal...
Though not for wanting to advance my cause,
But as, all heart's wishes, bar one's, close yours,
I'd bow to you and ask my privacy.
So these, the words ne'er given you from me,
And were they sent, in modesty I'd pause,
But thus you leave me with an open clause
To praise your charms unto eternity.
So let me say that I am fond of you.
Exactly why, I neither know nor care.
Suffice to say a fondness of the heart.
Where on spectrum's fan? Platonic in hue.
Below sweet nothings is the normal...
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Her
Poem Published
19th Oct 2024 3:24pm
19th Oct 2024 3:24pm
Stripping Scars
Because sometimes music seasons words
Flavor Matters
Stripping the scars and healing
Setting the hurt free
Has not only allowed me to let go
It’s allowed me to
Appreciate what I’m capable of
I posted this poem March 13, 2024
And wanted to hear what it would sound like
If set to music.
It released a lot of pain
Not Meant for Me
Romance has not been meant for me
Since the days that my love was taken from me
When the world decided he couldn’t be with me
And my life...
Flavor Matters
Stripping the scars and healing
Setting the hurt free
Has not only allowed me to let go
It’s allowed me to
Appreciate what I’m capable of
I posted this poem March 13, 2024
And wanted to hear what it would sound like
If set to music.
It released a lot of pain
Not Meant for Me
Romance has not been meant for me
Since the days that my love was taken from me
When the world decided he couldn’t be with me
And my life...
#epic
#uplifting
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 1:39pm
18th Oct 2024 1:39pm
ONE HEART (II)-(newly revised, much longer, expanded revision)
ONE HEART
BROKE SLOWLY
LIKE FALLING LEAVES
THE OTHER
SHOOK COLDLY
YET CLUNG
TO THE TREE
HERE LATE
IN THE SEASON
OF THEIR
NATURAL FALL
WITH WINTER S
DEEP CLOSURE
NOW SOON
CLOSING IN ...
BROKE SLOWLY
LIKE FALLING LEAVES
THE OTHER
SHOOK COLDLY
YET CLUNG
TO THE TREE
HERE LATE
IN THE SEASON
OF THEIR
NATURAL FALL
WITH WINTER S
DEEP CLOSURE
NOW SOON
CLOSING IN ...
#fall
#LifeCycle
#memories
#SelfReflection
#winter
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