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.
MYSTERIOUS_GIRL
Lizzy_3164
Lizzy_3164
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:17pm
Yesterday 10:17pm
Nobody Knows
She lives in the icy draft of the hollow
Stands tall in the deep and loves into
Shallow nightmares they creep and
Screams in the pillow as the paint's
Deep and weeping like willow she dance
In the dark like a silhouette burns
Through the evening like a cigarette
Tally's up a wrist and attempt to forget
But not one cut with his deepest regret
Heart locked in a pretty box ribbon
Cages beauty over shadow by the beast
That rages an open book of empty pages
She wears one mask with all the faces
Got the kiss of a...
Stands tall in the deep and loves into
Shallow nightmares they creep and
Screams in the pillow as the paint's
Deep and weeping like willow she dance
In the dark like a silhouette burns
Through the evening like a cigarette
Tally's up a wrist and attempt to forget
But not one cut with his deepest regret
Heart locked in a pretty box ribbon
Cages beauty over shadow by the beast
That rages an open book of empty pages
She wears one mask with all the faces
Got the kiss of a...
#myself
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moroccanpoet
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:29am
Yesterday 9:29am
Finds solace
Who is unable to swing wide the door,
Finds solace by the window's perch,
The door to reality, firmly locked,
Encased within the shackles of sadness.
Every attempt to unlock it brings pain,
A searing ache of disappointment and parting,
Thus, I chose to take a leap of faith,
Through the window of letters, I soared. ...
Finds solace by the window's perch,
The door to reality, firmly locked,
Encased within the shackles of sadness.
Every attempt to unlock it brings pain,
A searing ache of disappointment and parting,
Thus, I chose to take a leap of faith,
Through the window of letters, I soared. ...
#sadness
#loneliness
#LifeAsAWriter #PowerOfWords
#LifeAsAWriter #PowerOfWords
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The_Darkness_Insid
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:51am
Yesterday 6:51am
Living the lie doesnt make it the truth
Why can't i get this feeling of emptiness to go away?
Why do i feel disappointed that i woke up every day?
Just another day of hating myself and putting up a front
Like im fine and nothings bothering me, my self esteem is taking the brunt
I know that Im worthless so how could anyone want me?
I can never become the person they'd want me to be
Constantly second and third guessing myself makes me act so erratic
My thoughts are so disjointed that it all just seems like static
Constant barrage of "you're not shit",...
Why do i feel disappointed that i woke up every day?
Just another day of hating myself and putting up a front
Like im fine and nothings bothering me, my self esteem is taking the brunt
I know that Im worthless so how could anyone want me?
I can never become the person they'd want me to be
Constantly second and third guessing myself makes me act so erratic
My thoughts are so disjointed that it all just seems like static
Constant barrage of "you're not shit",...
#anger
#loneliness
#despair #disappointment
#despair #disappointment
45 reads
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moroccanpoet
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 2:20am
15th Apr 2024 2:20am
My old poetry
In the depths of my old poetry,
I find a tinge of melancholy,
Lines filled with pain, sorrow, and ire,
Echoes of my struggles, my desires.
Reflecting on the decades gone by,
Contemplating life's parade passing by,
Faces fading, wandering and lost,
Decisions shaping who I am at any cost.
Voices whispering within my mind,
Some laughter, some tears, intertwined,
...
I find a tinge of melancholy,
Lines filled with pain, sorrow, and ire,
Echoes of my struggles, my desires.
Reflecting on the decades gone by,
Contemplating life's parade passing by,
Faces fading, wandering and lost,
Decisions shaping who I am at any cost.
Voices whispering within my mind,
Some laughter, some tears, intertwined,
...
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #nostalgia
#PowerOfWords #nostalgia
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 2:14pm
14th Apr 2024 2:14pm
crushed cookies
14 of 30
she used to look at me like she hated me
...my mother's mother...
wanted to erase my existence from her reality
mom always said it was all in my head
...that I was just being too sensitive
{I got that a lot growing up...}
until one holiday when I was 15
that woman sent a box of presents
lovely wrapped packages for mom & my sister
...complete with shimmery bows & pretty labels
each of them receiving warm fluffy robes
{they even had big pockets!}
...& matching slippers for them both ...
she used to look at me like she hated me
...my mother's mother...
wanted to erase my existence from her reality
mom always said it was all in my head
...that I was just being too sensitive
{I got that a lot growing up...}
until one holiday when I was 15
that woman sent a box of presents
lovely wrapped packages for mom & my sister
...complete with shimmery bows & pretty labels
each of them receiving warm fluffy robes
{they even had big pockets!}
...& matching slippers for them both ...
#hate
#rejection
#memories
#disappointment
#NaPoWriMo2024
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deadwolf
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 00:09am
13th Apr 2024 00:09am
Random Ramblins #13
3:33AM
Pain hits hard enough to wake me up
~again… damn it… again~
prayin to empty bottles of pills
Ignite the soothing away of pain
please, refill… please
hands shakin & can hardly see
cant make it to phone, legs achin so bad,
been so busy perfecting hatred an resentment lately
that forgot to practice smiling
an bein grateful for what already got
though at the moment
cant seem to remember anything to be grateful for
3:33am
what the fuk is so special about 3:33
`~,,~`
Layin in bed nude for days...
Pain hits hard enough to wake me up
~again… damn it… again~
prayin to empty bottles of pills
Ignite the soothing away of pain
please, refill… please
hands shakin & can hardly see
cant make it to phone, legs achin so bad,
been so busy perfecting hatred an resentment lately
that forgot to practice smiling
an bein grateful for what already got
though at the moment
cant seem to remember anything to be grateful for
3:33am
what the fuk is so special about 3:33
`~,,~`
Layin in bed nude for days...
#gothic
#narrative
#prose
38 reads
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 1:06am
12th Apr 2024 1:06am
TIME FLIES AS DO I (11-9-1995; Galveston Island, Texas)
it seems
the later i stay up
each night
the faster time
flys by
insomnia slings me
again and again
centrifugally
like a nocturnal throw of the dice
through a lopsided
elliptical orbit
increasingly further
around and beyond
all common sense and logic
beyond sleep s central
restorative processing experience
into the alchemical digestive enzymes
of tomorrow morning s
now fast approaching
first light
as i sail through these dark slippery...
the later i stay up
each night
the faster time
flys by
insomnia slings me
again and again
centrifugally
like a nocturnal throw of the dice
through a lopsided
elliptical orbit
increasingly further
around and beyond
all common sense and logic
beyond sleep s central
restorative processing experience
into the alchemical digestive enzymes
of tomorrow morning s
now fast approaching
first light
as i sail through these dark slippery...
#spiritual
#insomnia
#healing
#disability
#cancer
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GN101
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 10:04am
11th Apr 2024 10:04am
A Beautiful Prison
Time, you will do it
Time, it will try its very best to break you
No matter who you are
Nobody knows the beautiful prison I have built for myself, it has secret views to die for
Views I’m dying for all over again just to give it away one day, just to give you this glimpse of it now
Very few know, who’s keeping time for an infinite regress and the damage it will ultimately do to a human soul
The cruel passage of time, perhaps the cruellest of all, it unravels ideas?
Through the mundane, it transcends the mundane...
Time, it will try its very best to break you
No matter who you are
Nobody knows the beautiful prison I have built for myself, it has secret views to die for
Views I’m dying for all over again just to give it away one day, just to give you this glimpse of it now
Very few know, who’s keeping time for an infinite regress and the damage it will ultimately do to a human soul
The cruel passage of time, perhaps the cruellest of all, it unravels ideas?
Through the mundane, it transcends the mundane...
#MovingOn
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ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 6:47am
11th Apr 2024 6:47am
My Heart Is A Bonfire
I voyage onward
Somewhere between the wreckage and the destination
Trying to decipher it all in the analytics of a fractured observation
Overshadowed by the light of days coinciding
The thunder of these moments, memories fighting
Trying to find my spotlight in the sun
Get me over my self
When the heart beat is heavy for ego driven reflections
In these broken record serenades of acceptance cravings for the damages of rejections
My thoughts betray me to heartache
Overdosing on overrated highs
There’s blood on my hands...
Somewhere between the wreckage and the destination
Trying to decipher it all in the analytics of a fractured observation
Overshadowed by the light of days coinciding
The thunder of these moments, memories fighting
Trying to find my spotlight in the sun
Get me over my self
When the heart beat is heavy for ego driven reflections
In these broken record serenades of acceptance cravings for the damages of rejections
My thoughts betray me to heartache
Overdosing on overrated highs
There’s blood on my hands...
#identity
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 9:24am
10th Apr 2024 9:24am
Hymn to the Maiden
There are fields in the mind
endless fields stained in gold
where I’d lay in the harvest,
stalks erect beneath the sun
listening to the gentle chatter
of seeds shivering in their husks.
Anglia grew wheat, and hops
and rapeseed. Settlements
built on boggy fens and
Roman rule
and so I’d lay gazing at the sky
dreaming of coins and rings
and treasures laying dormant
inches below the soil, thinking ...
endless fields stained in gold
where I’d lay in the harvest,
stalks erect beneath the sun
listening to the gentle chatter
of seeds shivering in their husks.
Anglia grew wheat, and hops
and rapeseed. Settlements
built on boggy fens and
Roman rule
and so I’d lay gazing at the sky
dreaming of coins and rings
and treasures laying dormant
inches below the soil, thinking ...
#teens
#childhood
#pagan #Britain
#pagan #Britain
76 reads
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Maple666
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 1:50am
10th Apr 2024 1:50am
Cancer .
I realise that first lie cut deep way beyond a flesh wound. No entry or exit marks it just ricocheted from my head to my heart and stayed with a nauseous feelings of complete dismay . Cancer just walked in and I thought it’s going to take him away and I can’t do anything apart from words of encouragement and kindness and compassion and bucket loads of understanding.
You told me when I was eighteen years old in a very vulnerable situation as I had left my home and family behind after an incident that changed my life from the moment I walked out the door. Fear and loss and feeling...
You told me when I was eighteen years old in a very vulnerable situation as I had left my home and family behind after an incident that changed my life from the moment I walked out the door. Fear and loss and feeling...
#regret
#heartbroken
#shame
#despair
#fear
75 reads
2 Comments
Darkness_Fiend
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 8:47pm
9th Apr 2024 8:47pm
(39) My LifeStyle X.XIV.MMXXI @ 1:41AM
I’m stressed but truly blessed.
My reality has brought on many lessons.
I’m blowing through these intersections.
Dashing my way to a tragic collision.
There’s three things in life I don’t do.
Sobriety, fake bitches & red lights too.
I’m always rolling off something.
Nobody can warn you what’s coming.
I’ve been broke before, without friends;
On my own hitting dead ends.
Ignoring them with, “Remember when..”
Things were different back then.
I’m reminiscing about older days.
I remember not having shit to my...
My reality has brought on many lessons.
I’m blowing through these intersections.
Dashing my way to a tragic collision.
There’s three things in life I don’t do.
Sobriety, fake bitches & red lights too.
I’m always rolling off something.
Nobody can warn you what’s coming.
I’ve been broke before, without friends;
On my own hitting dead ends.
Ignoring them with, “Remember when..”
Things were different back then.
I’m reminiscing about older days.
I remember not having shit to my...
#hope
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