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.
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
15th Nov 2019 9:47pm
15th Nov 2019 9:47pm
Those Colorful Puzzle Pieces
I've noticed and been told,
By my mother who truth be told,
Most days,
Feels and acts in the same ways,
But does not have the same processes
To get to the relatively same outcomes, or feelings about things as me (it's hopeless
To try and understand her thought processes),
That I might be on the autism spectrum because of my thought processes.
The way I experience the world with so much more intensity,
Every color, every color scheme, pattern, texture, artwork, art motif, long/unusal/archaic/scientific/magickal word,
Cutting through...
By my mother who truth be told,
Most days,
Feels and acts in the same ways,
But does not have the same processes
To get to the relatively same outcomes, or feelings about things as me (it's hopeless
To try and understand her thought processes),
That I might be on the autism spectrum because of my thought processes.
The way I experience the world with so much more intensity,
Every color, every color scheme, pattern, texture, artwork, art motif, long/unusal/archaic/scientific/magickal word,
Cutting through...
#happiness
#identity
#power
#MentalHealth
#Autism
24 reads
3 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
15th Nov 2019 11:34am
15th Nov 2019 11:34am
The Torment of Realizing
she laid it all out,
her phone off
no distractions -
fully present
time to feel this
she chose coffee
with a soul
who understands
the agony of coexisting
with a mind splintered;
the pain of living on,
seven days after dying
by her own hand;
the nauseating guilt
of her audacity
to figure it all out,
one day too late;
the torment of...
her phone off
no distractions -
fully present
time to feel this
she chose coffee
with a soul
who understands
the agony of coexisting
with a mind splintered;
the pain of living on,
seven days after dying
by her own hand;
the nauseating guilt
of her audacity
to figure it all out,
one day too late;
the torment of...
#love
#regret
#forgiveness #friendship
#forgiveness #friendship
55 reads
14 Comments
rabbitquest
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 7:30pm
13th Nov 2019 7:30pm
300 to 125
So I got this bad infection in my big toe,
it happens with diabetics
their blood is sweet, and
bacteria love it.
Plus the flesh is weak,
and when you walk on your toe,
the weak flesh just crumbles.
That is all well and good
so my purple toe had a couple of options,
go the emergency room and have it amputated,
or stay home and get rid of my high blood shuga.
Well I didn't know what my readings were so it
had been some year or so since I actually poked my
finger and I couldn't find my meter, so I...
it happens with diabetics
their blood is sweet, and
bacteria love it.
Plus the flesh is weak,
and when you walk on your toe,
the weak flesh just crumbles.
That is all well and good
so my purple toe had a couple of options,
go the emergency room and have it amputated,
or stay home and get rid of my high blood shuga.
Well I didn't know what my readings were so it
had been some year or so since I actually poked my
finger and I couldn't find my meter, so I...
#aging
19 reads
1 Comment
nicosworld
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 10:25am
13th Nov 2019 10:25am
Forget her cause she never existed.
I finally have come to terms with how I feel.
My mind is done running in circles.
I took it off repeat.
I shook hands with myself and made a deal.
Put myself in the hot seat and faced some things that have been haunting.
Things I have been longing .
But are soon to be launching.
Saying goodbye to who I was known to be is such a treat.
Who would’ve thought all this pain would’ve come to an end and taste so sweet.
I didn’t accept defeat.
In the end it’s who I was meant to be.
I’ve grown my wings and now I’m free.
From a life...
My mind is done running in circles.
I took it off repeat.
I shook hands with myself and made a deal.
Put myself in the hot seat and faced some things that have been haunting.
Things I have been longing .
But are soon to be launching.
Saying goodbye to who I was known to be is such a treat.
Who would’ve thought all this pain would’ve come to an end and taste so sweet.
I didn’t accept defeat.
In the end it’s who I was meant to be.
I’ve grown my wings and now I’m free.
From a life...
#identity
#rebirth
#transgender #SelfDiscovery
#transgender #SelfDiscovery
23 reads
0 Comments
Damselinhandcuffs
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 8:29am
13th Nov 2019 8:29am
I Couldn't Tell You if I Met Myself or Lost Myself That Day
I dreamt of the old tear in the stitching of skin and the struggle of position again- but wake up to no blood
I can smell the sweat- but the bodies are nowhere to be seen
The bastard deceived me and found his way into my dreams
Woke out the morning hate and killed the child in my laughter with the brutality of his desire
When I die, I will have died twice
To fuel the sculpture of his fire, he threw me into the flames
What a masterpiece of me he's made
even after he is done, I will feel...
I can smell the sweat- but the bodies are nowhere to be seen
The bastard deceived me and found his way into my dreams
Woke out the morning hate and killed the child in my laughter with the brutality of his desire
When I die, I will have died twice
To fuel the sculpture of his fire, he threw me into the flames
What a masterpiece of me he's made
even after he is done, I will feel...
#sadness
#hate
#grief
#dark
#shame
42 reads
5 Comments
samehdi
Samira
Samira
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 5:40pm
12th Nov 2019 5:40pm
My Body and I
my body and i, we've never really had the best past
i would damage her because of the words people said
never first choice, always picked last
i felt so poorly, sometimes i believed that i'd be better off dead
two counselors later and a few marks on my wrist
my doctors told me to make a list
of all the things i loved about my body
i'd look in the mirror and my face would twist
i'd start with my eyes, small but stunning
maybe my face? no, it jiggles while running
my scars how i love and hate them so
they show me where i've been and how...
i would damage her because of the words people said
never first choice, always picked last
i felt so poorly, sometimes i believed that i'd be better off dead
two counselors later and a few marks on my wrist
my doctors told me to make a list
of all the things i loved about my body
i'd look in the mirror and my face would twist
i'd start with my eyes, small but stunning
maybe my face? no, it jiggles while running
my scars how i love and hate them so
they show me where i've been and how...
#TimeHeals
#SelfReflection
#healing
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0 Comments
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 2:05am
12th Nov 2019 2:05am
eat this kiss
you wanna
sit
do ya wanna
sit
and have many thinks
about it?
hmmm?
Do ya wanna
sit and
think about it,
long and hungry?
well go on
like a man in a big chair
like a small-time lady
with big daft hair
go on
go on
but i will not
be waiting around
i will not
get caught up
dithering over
this and that
no and no
...
sit
do ya wanna
sit
and have many thinks
about it?
hmmm?
Do ya wanna
sit and
think about it,
long and hungry?
well go on
like a man in a big chair
like a small-time lady
with big daft hair
go on
go on
but i will not
be waiting around
i will not
get caught up
dithering over
this and that
no and no
...
#identity
#FreeVerse
#SelfWorth
12 reads
Michael_Goodridge
Private
Private
Poem Published
9th Nov 2019 10:44pm
9th Nov 2019 10:44pm
Dementia Depressing Relapses (Trigger)
SUICIDE
Figure it out or die trying as my depression relapses
a hundred times harder each time I try to get over
it started with a little blood on a sharp tiny razor
I blamed it on my past I blamed it on my father
I blamed it on God for the Hell I've been through.
Cheap wine then 100 proof even weed isn't enough
It got worse as the drugs in my system didn't work
I tried so hard and this time It almost got better
till I relapsed where no drug to keep me from my past
on the brink of losing everything that means anything
I ask...
Figure it out or die trying as my depression relapses
a hundred times harder each time I try to get over
it started with a little blood on a sharp tiny razor
I blamed it on my past I blamed it on my father
I blamed it on God for the Hell I've been through.
Cheap wine then 100 proof even weed isn't enough
It got worse as the drugs in my system didn't work
I tried so hard and this time It almost got better
till I relapsed where no drug to keep me from my past
on the brink of losing everything that means anything
I ask...
#sadness
40 reads
Lio-the-Nectar
Poem Published
8th Nov 2019 4:28am
8th Nov 2019 4:28am
What is the Nectar
Most of us are familiar with
The escapism from pain.
For an easy and cheap solution
Or because of advices of the
Doctors, psychologs;
Most of us get a cheap piece of matter
Triggering the oscillation of dopamine,
Making most of us addicted to them
As well as being harmed
As the result of their side effects.
Even the teens intoxicate things
Causing these things.
Some of call this signalling matter
Nicotine or alcohol.
Others call drugs as well as
Medicines having great side effects on
Our...
The escapism from pain.
For an easy and cheap solution
Or because of advices of the
Doctors, psychologs;
Most of us get a cheap piece of matter
Triggering the oscillation of dopamine,
Making most of us addicted to them
As well as being harmed
As the result of their side effects.
Even the teens intoxicate things
Causing these things.
Some of call this signalling matter
Nicotine or alcohol.
Others call drugs as well as
Medicines having great side effects on
Our...
#LifeChangingMoment
#hell
18 reads
0 Comments
DawnRaider
Dr
Dr
Poem Published
6th Nov 2019 11:04pm
6th Nov 2019 11:04pm
life, lust, love and loss
Angelina was the first; Cold, calculating and cruel
I was naive, in love; an idealistic, romantic fool
Jackie kindly helped to restore my faith and trust
taught me how to please with tongue and every thrust
Clare was sweet and shy; moonlit skinny-dips eased her fears
At 16 I moved away; we parted friends, both shedding tears
Time at college supposedly for 'education and reflection'
reality were parties, alcohol, girls and a constant erection
Enjoyable years spent spreading charm and instruction
My previous experiences meant a queue waiting...
I was naive, in love; an idealistic, romantic fool
Jackie kindly helped to restore my faith and trust
taught me how to please with tongue and every thrust
Clare was sweet and shy; moonlit skinny-dips eased her fears
At 16 I moved away; we parted friends, both shedding tears
Time at college supposedly for 'education and reflection'
reality were parties, alcohol, girls and a constant erection
Enjoyable years spent spreading charm and instruction
My previous experiences meant a queue waiting...
#relationships
#FallingInLove
#dating
22 reads
2 Comments
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
6th Nov 2019 6:43am
6th Nov 2019 6:43am
I'm Broken Up
Have you ever seen the beach at night?
Without the light.
Just black with crashes of white.
And the roaring sound.
That breaks so loud.
As i just sit, alone.
Its cold out here
Wrapped in my fear
That sits nestled in my gut
I grew too weak
In becoming me
It was i that formed this rut
And everything that I've been given
I now sit under a blank sky
I haven't moved in hours
Not sure i should even write
Because i don't want this to see your eyes
And it bind hate to my name ...
Without the light.
Just black with crashes of white.
And the roaring sound.
That breaks so loud.
As i just sit, alone.
Its cold out here
Wrapped in my fear
That sits nestled in my gut
I grew too weak
In becoming me
It was i that formed this rut
And everything that I've been given
I now sit under a blank sky
I haven't moved in hours
Not sure i should even write
Because i don't want this to see your eyes
And it bind hate to my name ...
#WritingPoetry
46 reads
4 Comments
BlkLyrycE
Poem Published
6th Nov 2019 1:12am
6th Nov 2019 1:12am
Things I Just. Cannot Say
I find it very difficult to explain these feelings that I have for you
The connection that I feel, so impossible
These prayers that I say, so uncomfortable saying out loud
So I find my self speaking them in my mind
If you were to ask me how I felt about you
My tongue would want to lie to you
It would weave a line of lies that would make you think that I had spent months memorizing just for this one occasion
You would accept it knowing that my lies held no truth to them and maybe one day you would ask me once more
But because I tend to wear my...
The connection that I feel, so impossible
These prayers that I say, so uncomfortable saying out loud
So I find my self speaking them in my mind
If you were to ask me how I felt about you
My tongue would want to lie to you
It would weave a line of lies that would make you think that I had spent months memorizing just for this one occasion
You would accept it knowing that my lies held no truth to them and maybe one day you would ask me once more
But because I tend to wear my...
#love
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2 Comments
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