Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself - Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
Naajir
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:49pm
Yesterday 4:49pm
Total Recall {The remix}
this here is the end result
after the words were written
after the soul has risen
reawakened on the other side of the dreamscape
consciously unconscious
amnesia's bastard man child
grasping at straw-theories
using the pen as a knitting tool
sitting fool trying to stitch together
shards of memories
scattered among dark matter meadows
hooked on mega-phonics
a lone occupant inside an amphitheater like mind
where the whispering echoes of ancestors
takes center stage
shhhh
there will be ...
after the words were written
after the soul has risen
reawakened on the other side of the dreamscape
consciously unconscious
amnesia's bastard man child
grasping at straw-theories
using the pen as a knitting tool
sitting fool trying to stitch together
shards of memories
scattered among dark matter meadows
hooked on mega-phonics
a lone occupant inside an amphitheater like mind
where the whispering echoes of ancestors
takes center stage
shhhh
there will be ...
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ChemicalRose
M e g a n
M e g a n
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:08am
Yesterday 1:08am
It's Hard.
Fat.
That’s what I’ve always seemed to be.
I was that “big girl”
I couldn’t find my happy medium
I either ate too much
Or too little
I was scared
Scared that I wasn’t appreciated
That I was just pitied
Because of my size
I lost a couple pounds, went down a few sizes here and there
All I got was praise
I don’t think anyone really realized
I actually needed to be saved
I’ve been treated like some sort of saviour
And I don’t understand why
Because if I keep it up
This could easily take my life ...
That’s what I’ve always seemed to be.
I was that “big girl”
I couldn’t find my happy medium
I either ate too much
Or too little
I was scared
Scared that I wasn’t appreciated
That I was just pitied
Because of my size
I lost a couple pounds, went down a few sizes here and there
All I got was praise
I don’t think anyone really realized
I actually needed to be saved
I’ve been treated like some sort of saviour
And I don’t understand why
Because if I keep it up
This could easily take my life ...
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MrBuchanan
Poem Published
21st Aug 2017 8:49am
21st Aug 2017 8:49am
Soiled Roots
Born to a saint, the greatest woman of all,
Dad left me a bastard after two years involved,
the saint had two other growing babies already,
she knew the three of us would eat a lot of spaghetti,
so she dropped us all off with her cousin while she
went to a trade school to get a degree,
to afford all the meals that she wants to feed me,
but It killed her inside,
The look in her children's eyes
when she said for the time
That "babies this is goodbye".
She comin back though yall
Spent half a million minutes mastering her trade, ...
Dad left me a bastard after two years involved,
the saint had two other growing babies already,
she knew the three of us would eat a lot of spaghetti,
so she dropped us all off with her cousin while she
went to a trade school to get a degree,
to afford all the meals that she wants to feed me,
but It killed her inside,
The look in her children's eyes
when she said for the time
That "babies this is goodbye".
She comin back though yall
Spent half a million minutes mastering her trade, ...
17 reads
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GChordBlues
Poem Published
19th Aug 2017 6:57pm
19th Aug 2017 6:57pm
September 16, 2015 (pt.1)
I was a fat, freckle faced kid.
It was the way I looked, and he absolutely hated it.
He hated anything that was a flaw.
Being teased for something I didn't even do to myself.
I remember looking into my mirror feeling down.
"Is this really me?" he would say inside my head.
My inside voice, my dark roommate, nagging that I could do better than this.
The voice was like a fork scraping a plate repeatedly in my head.
It made me feel like when my body was created, the wrong model was picked off the shelf.
It wasn't until highschool until my...
It was the way I looked, and he absolutely hated it.
He hated anything that was a flaw.
Being teased for something I didn't even do to myself.
I remember looking into my mirror feeling down.
"Is this really me?" he would say inside my head.
My inside voice, my dark roommate, nagging that I could do better than this.
The voice was like a fork scraping a plate repeatedly in my head.
It made me feel like when my body was created, the wrong model was picked off the shelf.
It wasn't until highschool until my...
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StreetRabbit
Poem Published
17th Aug 2017 8:40pm
17th Aug 2017 8:40pm
Rabbit Island
In this world of John Does and Al Capones, I stand alone
Individual entity with an identity that stands unknown
As unknown to you as it's been to me; admittedly
I've been longing for a sense of belonging all the way from infancy
Picture little me still at three, thinking differently
Showing no interest in any who tried befriending me
Coz I kept a low profile, floating around so ghostlike
Like a tiny boat out at sea, in search of the coastline
Fast forward to the present: guess who seems sure that he's seen the shore
Same shoreline he's been...
Individual entity with an identity that stands unknown
As unknown to you as it's been to me; admittedly
I've been longing for a sense of belonging all the way from infancy
Picture little me still at three, thinking differently
Showing no interest in any who tried befriending me
Coz I kept a low profile, floating around so ghostlike
Like a tiny boat out at sea, in search of the coastline
Fast forward to the present: guess who seems sure that he's seen the shore
Same shoreline he's been...
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EpicUtester69
Poem Published
17th Aug 2017 2:30pm
17th Aug 2017 2:30pm
Vent 17th
Both parents violent, anyone could of seen it coming
Not me though a bit green between the ears tender age of 16
Mum killed my step father, 000 called, waiting, brain fade
Blood, blue, red, white lights flashing police cars all over the place
Everyone hanging over the fence, watch action, police everywhere
Mum went to jail, out on the street no place for me to go
One week on my own in that house where it all went down
A seemingly nice lady took me in to her house number 89
Judged by others, thought she had my back, now that's a joke
Years pass I...
Not me though a bit green between the ears tender age of 16
Mum killed my step father, 000 called, waiting, brain fade
Blood, blue, red, white lights flashing police cars all over the place
Everyone hanging over the fence, watch action, police everywhere
Mum went to jail, out on the street no place for me to go
One week on my own in that house where it all went down
A seemingly nice lady took me in to her house number 89
Judged by others, thought she had my back, now that's a joke
Years pass I...
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
16th Aug 2017 3:58pm
16th Aug 2017 3:58pm
Existence
As the darkness falls, I feel the walls are closing in.
There is no chance of escape.
My mind, it calls.
A universe of all my thoughts are keeping me awake.
The fear is here, the dreaded time.
Half past midnight, no light,
Just frightened of the future ahead.
Lying in bed alone, in the altogether, thinking about the here and now.
Tomorrow is just another ordinary day, they say.
I think not; give it all you have got, or fail again,
To find my feet, my spot, my place, in this empty world.
I am an empty glass; I need a...
There is no chance of escape.
My mind, it calls.
A universe of all my thoughts are keeping me awake.
The fear is here, the dreaded time.
Half past midnight, no light,
Just frightened of the future ahead.
Lying in bed alone, in the altogether, thinking about the here and now.
Tomorrow is just another ordinary day, they say.
I think not; give it all you have got, or fail again,
To find my feet, my spot, my place, in this empty world.
I am an empty glass; I need a...
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cnbsoulmates
Poem Published
15th Aug 2017 2:55am
15th Aug 2017 2:55am
I am selfish and think what I think...
I struggle. I admit it.
I have lost both parents.
What I really struggle with is keeping these thoughts to myself when I hear well-meaning family and friends speak these "words to help me." And I do appreciate every last well-meaning thought, but I am selfish and think what I think. So, to keep myself in line - I am just going to let it out right here. Right now. I cannot tell how many times I have heard these utterances from close, well-meaning family and friends...but one thing is for certain - no one can know my feelings, no one can deny my feelings - no one can feel what I feel....
I have lost both parents.
What I really struggle with is keeping these thoughts to myself when I hear well-meaning family and friends speak these "words to help me." And I do appreciate every last well-meaning thought, but I am selfish and think what I think. So, to keep myself in line - I am just going to let it out right here. Right now. I cannot tell how many times I have heard these utterances from close, well-meaning family and friends...but one thing is for certain - no one can know my feelings, no one can deny my feelings - no one can feel what I feel....
27 reads
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VormStrom
V0RMSTR0M
V0RMSTR0M
Poem Published
14th Aug 2017 11:31pm
14th Aug 2017 11:31pm
Beautifully Broken
Im right where I need to be indefinitely,
in a place,
a conscious state of love in lieu of anger and hate
a course correction toward a different fate.
Left from where I started,
Searching for places I refuse to be found.
Attempting to avoid my fellow misfits,
the ones like me that don't fit in,
but are still bound to pursue the synthetic push and pull of schedule 1 narcotics,
a misappropriated cathartic release
determined to escape societal insanity
waging warfare with the numbing sensation the needle
Brings.
15 years of...
in a place,
a conscious state of love in lieu of anger and hate
a course correction toward a different fate.
Left from where I started,
Searching for places I refuse to be found.
Attempting to avoid my fellow misfits,
the ones like me that don't fit in,
but are still bound to pursue the synthetic push and pull of schedule 1 narcotics,
a misappropriated cathartic release
determined to escape societal insanity
waging warfare with the numbing sensation the needle
Brings.
15 years of...
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Bl_nk
Poem Published
14th Aug 2017 4:28am
14th Aug 2017 4:28am
Have you felt it?
Have you felt it?
The night was so peaceful it felt like home ... A fluttery fluffy feeling inside just kindling, not too much but just felt right ... You had to be there to see it, feel it and absorb that small moment of bliss ... Once you're in that trance you can't escape it ... You crave it ... But it's not that you have to have it ... You long for it as the pit of your body calls to it, you and something inside of you pulling you gently... A small urging feeling ... Just tugging you and trying to lead you there ... Have you felt it?! It's in that moment ... That moment when you...
The night was so peaceful it felt like home ... A fluttery fluffy feeling inside just kindling, not too much but just felt right ... You had to be there to see it, feel it and absorb that small moment of bliss ... Once you're in that trance you can't escape it ... You crave it ... But it's not that you have to have it ... You long for it as the pit of your body calls to it, you and something inside of you pulling you gently... A small urging feeling ... Just tugging you and trying to lead you there ... Have you felt it?! It's in that moment ... That moment when you...
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3ampoems
Celine Belli
Celine Belli
Poem Published
13th Aug 2017 5:17pm
13th Aug 2017 5:17pm
when hope starts to sing along to your pain
oh how i tremble
oh how i tremble when i see my own familiar face
in the distance and i still find it hard to just grab hold
to just grab hold and reach for it.
i am standing at the cliff edge,
one that is big enough for
all the rest
this same cliff i once congratulated as a child for eating whole
snow white's queen
this is the cliff edge
the one with the strongest earth
because it can hold the masses at the tip of its finger
i never wanted to be here
but i'm here.
i'm here paying dull ache for falling
i fell for it,...
oh how i tremble when i see my own familiar face
in the distance and i still find it hard to just grab hold
to just grab hold and reach for it.
i am standing at the cliff edge,
one that is big enough for
all the rest
this same cliff i once congratulated as a child for eating whole
snow white's queen
this is the cliff edge
the one with the strongest earth
because it can hold the masses at the tip of its finger
i never wanted to be here
but i'm here.
i'm here paying dull ache for falling
i fell for it,...
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Ragnar
Poem Published
11th Aug 2017 11:01pm
11th Aug 2017 11:01pm
BraIN FrIeD SleeP DePrIveD
62 reads
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Long Self Poems