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.
cloventongue89
Poem Published
16th Jun 2021 7:22pm
16th Jun 2021 7:22pm
The Poet and The Preacher
Speaking something that hits close to home
Skill relative to the words I hone
What sells to the audience
Getting hazy in my intent
One moment to entreat the eyes
And the next to simply vent
Is this success as I am drawn
What is my darkness or my dawn
Motivations in question
Do I write for me or you
Underlying this self-doubt
Do I just pretend to be good at what I do?
Save face or substance
There is a man beneath the myth you make of me
When I'm cast in the role of higher expectations
Than the disappointment...
Skill relative to the words I hone
What sells to the audience
Getting hazy in my intent
One moment to entreat the eyes
And the next to simply vent
Is this success as I am drawn
What is my darkness or my dawn
Motivations in question
Do I write for me or you
Underlying this self-doubt
Do I just pretend to be good at what I do?
Save face or substance
There is a man beneath the myth you make of me
When I'm cast in the role of higher expectations
Than the disappointment...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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Ryuk
Poem Published
14th Jun 2021 2:26am
14th Jun 2021 2:26am
All that is vain
People can be really afraid to die
At least I am, not knowing of what happen next
It’s so frightening letting go, giving up
Where am I going ?
Is there really eternity?
How sure are you ?
To be afraid doesn’t change the fact that everybody dies
Even if you are happy, even if you are sad
Even if you are enjoying life, even if you are suffering
Even if you are rich, even if you are poor,
Even if you are successful, even if you are a failure,
Even if you are born complete,...
At least I am, not knowing of what happen next
It’s so frightening letting go, giving up
Where am I going ?
Is there really eternity?
How sure are you ?
To be afraid doesn’t change the fact that everybody dies
Even if you are happy, even if you are sad
Even if you are enjoying life, even if you are suffering
Even if you are rich, even if you are poor,
Even if you are successful, even if you are a failure,
Even if you are born complete,...
#sadness
#confusion
#disappointment #emptiness
#disappointment #emptiness
22 reads
0 Comments
BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
13th Jun 2021 6:59am
13th Jun 2021 6:59am
“My Pen Really Does That” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 17/12/2020
Now When It Comes To Writing Words ...
of ... REALITY Verse ... !!!
And Rhyme Driven Raps ...
That STICK To The FACTS ... !!!
My Pen REALLY Does That ... !!!
It Expresses On Things ...
Like The Way Life STINGS ...
When We See KILLINGS ...
That Make NO SENSE ... ?!?
Because of Ignorance ...
That Leave Folks Sad ...
That’s Right My Pen Does That ... !!!
It Also Writes Rhymes ...
That Come From My Mind ...
That Flow With Bass Lines ...
So What My Pen Does ...
Is FAR From ..... Dumb...
of ... REALITY Verse ... !!!
And Rhyme Driven Raps ...
That STICK To The FACTS ... !!!
My Pen REALLY Does That ... !!!
It Expresses On Things ...
Like The Way Life STINGS ...
When We See KILLINGS ...
That Make NO SENSE ... ?!?
Because of Ignorance ...
That Leave Folks Sad ...
That’s Right My Pen Does That ... !!!
It Also Writes Rhymes ...
That Come From My Mind ...
That Flow With Bass Lines ...
So What My Pen Does ...
Is FAR From ..... Dumb...
#power
#humankind
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#manipulation
21 reads
2 Comments
cloventongue89
Poem Published
11th Jun 2021 5:31pm
11th Jun 2021 5:31pm
Born This Way
Who am I in this shell of my ways
Where failure speaks as to deny
But what are my options to forge acceptance
To perform a fabricated honor of how I was raised
Without depth of integrity but a fraud
Living on the whims of the way I am praised
Yet in my heart I am far from God
Just call it transition from faith to the easy way out
As I identify with a version of myself conformed of doubt
For the sake of the approval, the applause of my pride
Giving way to the reality of who I think I am inside
Bias to desires...
Where failure speaks as to deny
But what are my options to forge acceptance
To perform a fabricated honor of how I was raised
Without depth of integrity but a fraud
Living on the whims of the way I am praised
Yet in my heart I am far from God
Just call it transition from faith to the easy way out
As I identify with a version of myself conformed of doubt
For the sake of the approval, the applause of my pride
Giving way to the reality of who I think I am inside
Bias to desires...
#lust
#sex
#corruption
#politics
#morality
38 reads
4 Comments
POETICIASIMPLY
Poem Published
10th Jun 2021 1:45am
10th Jun 2021 1:45am
COMPLEX SOUL VISIONS~°{£¢€¥}°~
HOW THE INVISIBLE BECOMES CONCRETE THROUGH CLAY, ACHING MOUNTAINS MOVEMENT TO MOLD HILLS DEEPEST FOUNDATIONS FOR A FORMAT, HIS BLUEsPRINT .....
"Excuse me if my words cut deep
when the lines were meant to prick
the conscience sleeping down below
slumbering while a world drowned
I'll lean into the gash
asking for the next few minutes
long enough to read the text
a poem reflection of your soul...."
Slumbering drowns world while lean asking for the next long enough to read few minutes text the poem reflection excuse deep cuts words my soul if,...
"Excuse me if my words cut deep
when the lines were meant to prick
the conscience sleeping down below
slumbering while a world drowned
I'll lean into the gash
asking for the next few minutes
long enough to read the text
a poem reflection of your soul...."
Slumbering drowns world while lean asking for the next long enough to read few minutes text the poem reflection excuse deep cuts words my soul if,...
#hope
#inspirational
#redemption
#admiration
#emotions
20 reads
0 Comments
Wordsmith
Poem Published
9th Jun 2021 6:51pm
9th Jun 2021 6:51pm
LAME BOY
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
51 reads
1 Comment
Swan37
Poem Published
8th Jun 2021 8:23pm
8th Jun 2021 8:23pm
empty
I eat too much.
Sometimes I wish that food made me barf so I didn't have to take another bite.
Why do I feel empty inside?
No matter how much I put into my body it never satisfies.
I eat to the point my stomach hurts but I'm not done yet.
At least not until I feel like I need to hurl.
If I don't over eat and fill myself up to the brim until I feel like I can't breathe then I'm not done with my meal.
I eat until I feel so sick that I need to take a break to breathe.
Not an hour later I open my fridge to see what I can consume next...
Sometimes I wish that food made me barf so I didn't have to take another bite.
Why do I feel empty inside?
No matter how much I put into my body it never satisfies.
I eat to the point my stomach hurts but I'm not done yet.
At least not until I feel like I need to hurl.
If I don't over eat and fill myself up to the brim until I feel like I can't breathe then I'm not done with my meal.
I eat until I feel so sick that I need to take a break to breathe.
Not an hour later I open my fridge to see what I can consume next...
#confessional
#EatingDisorder
#emptiness
20 reads
4 Comments
Swan37
Poem Published
8th Jun 2021 11:04am
8th Jun 2021 11:04am
sleep deprivation
Why do floor boards creak?
I know I could google it but I actually don't care.
It's just a question I ask myself when it's 3 am and I go to the kitchen to eat peanut butter with jam.
Sometimes I eat it with a spoon and sometimes with bread.
I don't know why I do it. Probably because I can.
I'm not scared of the dark nor the things that lurk inside but sometimes when I lay in bed I feel like I'm being watched by a man.
I'm not scared of the dark but I guess that sometimes I am.
Why does time seem to stand still when I get scared? ...
I know I could google it but I actually don't care.
It's just a question I ask myself when it's 3 am and I go to the kitchen to eat peanut butter with jam.
Sometimes I eat it with a spoon and sometimes with bread.
I don't know why I do it. Probably because I can.
I'm not scared of the dark nor the things that lurk inside but sometimes when I lay in bed I feel like I'm being watched by a man.
I'm not scared of the dark but I guess that sometimes I am.
Why does time seem to stand still when I get scared? ...
#suicide
#insomnia
#suffering
#nightmares
#FeelingTrapped
56 reads
0 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
5th Jun 2021 7:49pm
5th Jun 2021 7:49pm
Fantasy Recipe
Oh! Pease let me be..
Have a taste of my recipe of fantasy..
Opposite charges attract each other..(negative to positive)..
Like charges repel each other..
So much lust it taste..
In my Recipe of Fantasy..
My Recipe of Fantasy..
Have a taste from this recipe in my fantasy..
No charges!..
Notice how far I can dwell inside my mind.. When no intruders in my colony!..
Our aims and objectives for going experimentally!..
Half lyf?..
Fuck...
Have a taste of my recipe of fantasy..
Opposite charges attract each other..(negative to positive)..
Like charges repel each other..
So much lust it taste..
In my Recipe of Fantasy..
My Recipe of Fantasy..
Have a taste from this recipe in my fantasy..
No charges!..
Notice how far I can dwell inside my mind.. When no intruders in my colony!..
Our aims and objectives for going experimentally!..
Half lyf?..
Fuck...
#strength
39 reads
5 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
5th Jun 2021 5:09am
5th Jun 2021 5:09am
True Story Of My First Poem
images
suppressed for over
thirty years
tucked away
in a locked box
in a collapsed tunnel
somewhere
in my
subconscious
were emerging
unbidden and
uncontrollable
we had met
at a local
meet and greet
more like
two old friends reuniting
than strangers meeting
he was sober
for thirty plus years
(first thing he shared after handshake and his name)
we talked extensively
about the bdsm community in general
and sadism in particular
at...
suppressed for over
thirty years
tucked away
in a locked box
in a collapsed tunnel
somewhere
in my
subconscious
were emerging
unbidden and
uncontrollable
we had met
at a local
meet and greet
more like
two old friends reuniting
than strangers meeting
he was sober
for thirty plus years
(first thing he shared after handshake and his name)
we talked extensively
about the bdsm community in general
and sadism in particular
at...
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfReflection
#redemption #fear
#redemption #fear
27 reads
3 Comments
Leethal
Poem Published
4th Jun 2021 3:00am
4th Jun 2021 3:00am
Mr. Original Hypothesis...
#faith
#rebirth
#spiritual
#philosophical
#curse
26 reads
0 Comments
clewluss
SMOOKY
SMOOKY
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2021 6:52am
2nd Jun 2021 6:52am
Job offer
Jane puts in a hard day's work.
Jane got trained by Brianna
who thought it slick
to also train Jane to
Do Brianna's job as well.
Jane was doing her job and Briannas when Briana moved on to a highly paid position.
Janes boss, Keesha,
hired a sexy Polish lady that
Could do no work. Dilliah',
who flirted and winked at Keesha all day,
but Dilliah could hardly write a legible email,
let alone put the arriving mail in alphabetical order.
Jane was...
Jane got trained by Brianna
who thought it slick
to also train Jane to
Do Brianna's job as well.
Jane was doing her job and Briannas when Briana moved on to a highly paid position.
Janes boss, Keesha,
hired a sexy Polish lady that
Could do no work. Dilliah',
who flirted and winked at Keesha all day,
but Dilliah could hardly write a legible email,
let alone put the arriving mail in alphabetical order.
Jane was...
#escape
17 reads
2 Comments
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