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.
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
27th Nov 2022 1:43am
27th Nov 2022 1:43am
NEURO SOMATIC PERPLEXIA (2:00am, 12-29-2016, Cathedral City ('COVE'), California)
2 a m
and here i sit
just 2 nights away
from new years eve
2016
slowly orbiting
this late nights
swollen vacuous
timeless depths
as if cryogenically
frozen
yet somehow still conscious
in some strange
limbo like
semi awakened
though still half asleep
hypnogogic restless state
of transfixed
attentive being
reflectively meditating
upon and within
the ceaseless
high frequency
subtle inner song
of its ringing
singing
so called emptiness
for any similarly subtle ...
and here i sit
just 2 nights away
from new years eve
2016
slowly orbiting
this late nights
swollen vacuous
timeless depths
as if cryogenically
frozen
yet somehow still conscious
in some strange
limbo like
semi awakened
though still half asleep
hypnogogic restless state
of transfixed
attentive being
reflectively meditating
upon and within
the ceaseless
high frequency
subtle inner song
of its ringing
singing
so called emptiness
for any similarly subtle ...
#dreams
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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sublime_rhymes
Poem Published
25th Nov 2022 11:37am
25th Nov 2022 11:37am
mirrored
#SelfReflection
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
19th Nov 2022 5:43pm
19th Nov 2022 5:43pm
Blood Raw
I don't fake shit, I come blood raw
If you knew me then, then you know I'm just as before
No puffed out chest, that shit will get you kill
But you can tell by how I carry myself, I'm the real fucking deal
True I live by a code, live life while I live
Look death in the face and don't fucking give
Think of everyday,every breath as a punch in his fucking face
Laugh to your dam self as he battles to keep pace
What I did I consider the shit done
I don't have to look back at my life to see that all battles weren't won
But I consider...
If you knew me then, then you know I'm just as before
No puffed out chest, that shit will get you kill
But you can tell by how I carry myself, I'm the real fucking deal
True I live by a code, live life while I live
Look death in the face and don't fucking give
Think of everyday,every breath as a punch in his fucking face
Laugh to your dam self as he battles to keep pace
What I did I consider the shit done
I don't have to look back at my life to see that all battles weren't won
But I consider...
#identity
#confessional
#myself #philosophical
#myself #philosophical
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moroccanpoet
Poem Published
18th Nov 2022 10:13pm
18th Nov 2022 10:13pm
frustration & Desperate feelings
To be an unloved person
A feeling of hate
Faced with this being
So much faith rejected
Through all these past days
how to be loved
By him, who is so wild...
I fought
The hardest
But the "let go"
This fact more and more keep
And I released...
Today so desperate
what did i do to her
So that she takes his defense constantly...
I feel misunderstood
This leads me to do some stupid things
Some image comes to my mind
As I tried to make them disappear
Talking about it will help me
But...
A feeling of hate
Faced with this being
So much faith rejected
Through all these past days
how to be loved
By him, who is so wild...
I fought
The hardest
But the "let go"
This fact more and more keep
And I released...
Today so desperate
what did i do to her
So that she takes his defense constantly...
I feel misunderstood
This leads me to do some stupid things
Some image comes to my mind
As I tried to make them disappear
Talking about it will help me
But...
#sadness
#loneliness
#dark #despair
#dark #despair
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DeathRattle89
Poem Published
18th Nov 2022 5:19am
18th Nov 2022 5:19am
The Maddening
I look into the mirror
But all I see is something shattered
As I feel myself adrift
From all the things that use to matter
Remaking home or something like it
The tide doesn’t roll in quite as I expected
But I take the good and the bad
As I learn what it means to be resurrected
Even amidst my vows I make my pleas
For all the ways I feel I fail to live up
As I fold my hands on bended knees
A question burdens me, when will it be enough
Discontentment calibrated to settle for what is
While we continue...
But all I see is something shattered
As I feel myself adrift
From all the things that use to matter
Remaking home or something like it
The tide doesn’t roll in quite as I expected
But I take the good and the bad
As I learn what it means to be resurrected
Even amidst my vows I make my pleas
For all the ways I feel I fail to live up
As I fold my hands on bended knees
A question burdens me, when will it be enough
Discontentment calibrated to settle for what is
While we continue...
#anxiety
#hope
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#faith
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
16th Nov 2022 3:26am
16th Nov 2022 3:26am
The Wonderful Naffness of Things
And when the Russian bombs
evaporate us all I’ll think not of
great art or love perhaps,
but the wonderful naffness of things.
1970s sitcoms that lasted one series,
starring John Inman as
a fish-and-chip merchant
who goes to run a bonbon factory,
the jokes so bad they make you smile less.
Channel 4 “youth programming”
that’s really just pathetic pranks
like taking strippers home to mum
and windmilling your cock at passing cars.
The Coke and cooked breakfasts
my mum would bribe me with ...
evaporate us all I’ll think not of
great art or love perhaps,
but the wonderful naffness of things.
1970s sitcoms that lasted one series,
starring John Inman as
a fish-and-chip merchant
who goes to run a bonbon factory,
the jokes so bad they make you smile less.
Channel 4 “youth programming”
that’s really just pathetic pranks
like taking strippers home to mum
and windmilling your cock at passing cars.
The Coke and cooked breakfasts
my mum would bribe me with ...
#war
#humankind
#PopCulture #art
#PopCulture #art
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Nilknarfar
Poem Published
15th Nov 2022 9:24am
15th Nov 2022 9:24am
Echos
Creaky wood floors give me away as
I roam the hallways of this ramshackle fortress.
These old empty veins that used to carry life
Rusty nerves are dulled and mute
I walk a well worn path, softly.
Curtains always drawn
They shouldnt see
But, It’s Spring again
I bet that weeping cherry is blooming
Seems so empty now
And it’s aged so much
The many coats of peeling paint
Just like tree rings,
The feel like eons
Hallway walls are mostly mirrors now
It makes them seem more vast,
Nicotine stained...
I roam the hallways of this ramshackle fortress.
These old empty veins that used to carry life
Rusty nerves are dulled and mute
I walk a well worn path, softly.
Curtains always drawn
They shouldnt see
But, It’s Spring again
I bet that weeping cherry is blooming
Seems so empty now
And it’s aged so much
The many coats of peeling paint
Just like tree rings,
The feel like eons
Hallway walls are mostly mirrors now
It makes them seem more vast,
Nicotine stained...
#loneliness
#emptiness
#bittersweet
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Isgyppie_
Poem Published
17th Dec 2015 11:41am
17th Dec 2015 11:41am
Empty
What is empty?
Is it a slit in the wall of your heart and mind
that was never nurtured
or no one took the time
To look close enough
and watch for a while
If they did then they'll see
breaks in the dust particles
that float around
just to tickle the obis
to remind you it still exists.
But the more the tickle begins to itch
the more it grows in length and width
and it hurts.
it cripples part of you that once was whole
and you thought you had that part
under control
but lately it seems this bothersome ...
Is it a slit in the wall of your heart and mind
that was never nurtured
or no one took the time
To look close enough
and watch for a while
If they did then they'll see
breaks in the dust particles
that float around
just to tickle the obis
to remind you it still exists.
But the more the tickle begins to itch
the more it grows in length and width
and it hurts.
it cripples part of you that once was whole
and you thought you had that part
under control
but lately it seems this bothersome ...
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moroccanpoet
Poem Published
12th Nov 2022 8:07pm
12th Nov 2022 8:07pm
DREAM
To dream is to forget reality
giving yourself a moment of freedom.
To dream is to say no to the impossible
but also reach what is inaccessible.
To dream is to invent roses
when in life there is not much.
To dream is to walk in your secret garden
as serenely as a wren.
To dream is to create a world of one's own
illuminated by a sun of joy.
To dream...
giving yourself a moment of freedom.
To dream is to say no to the impossible
but also reach what is inaccessible.
To dream is to invent roses
when in life there is not much.
To dream is to walk in your secret garden
as serenely as a wren.
To dream is to create a world of one's own
illuminated by a sun of joy.
To dream...
#sadness
#love
#hope #heaven
#hope #heaven
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poetOftragedy
Poem Published
12th Nov 2022 7:44am
12th Nov 2022 7:44am
A thousand ledges
I've spoken in a dialect no one knows,
I've acted ways no one knew.
I'm constantly in a place where other can not go
A place in my head you can never go.
It's been my best escape
A place of great debate
A place where my pure intentions and emotions are derailed
Where the true me has been inpaled
Constantly weighing my true value
Hanging on by a thread
Hanging on the edge
Talking myself off a thousand ledges
In this place I'm screaming
But it seems no one hears me.
I've carried the weight of the...
I've acted ways no one knew.
I'm constantly in a place where other can not go
A place in my head you can never go.
It's been my best escape
A place of great debate
A place where my pure intentions and emotions are derailed
Where the true me has been inpaled
Constantly weighing my true value
Hanging on by a thread
Hanging on the edge
Talking myself off a thousand ledges
In this place I'm screaming
But it seems no one hears me.
I've carried the weight of the...
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#SelfWorth
90 reads
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TheParadigm1982_40
Poem Published
10th Nov 2022 11:21pm
10th Nov 2022 11:21pm
Bi Polar 1 - Jerome 0
I once closed my eyes and found myself drowning in endless spider webs of unoccupied corridors of confusion beneath singed wings of tomorrow. I sometimes awake half dead in a mausoleum filled with the ashes of past memories of happier times mentally, when I didn’t have to make a habit out of scaring myself by standing over my own body wishing for more time to do the things I wasn’t already a slave to like shots and pills. What am I even complaining about? Even the stars seek refuge in space due to the giant bully know as gravity. The same gravity that allows us to make a wish on them as...
#depression
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#weakness
#vulnerability
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Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
8th Nov 2022 7:56pm
8th Nov 2022 7:56pm
Learning
Sorry to burst your bubble,
By being so much gosh-darn trouble,
I didn't mean what I said,
It elicited a different reaction in my head,
It had a more helpful outcome in my head,
I reacted so poorly,
In a manner so abruptly,
In a manner so loudly,
I'm sorry for what I did say,
And sorry for what I didn't say,
I didn't mean to act this way.
I haven't been the adult I should have been,
I wish I could throw myself in a trash bin,
I've been more mature in certain ways
But less than average in the most common ways, ...
By being so much gosh-darn trouble,
I didn't mean what I said,
It elicited a different reaction in my head,
It had a more helpful outcome in my head,
I reacted so poorly,
In a manner so abruptly,
In a manner so loudly,
I'm sorry for what I did say,
And sorry for what I didn't say,
I didn't mean to act this way.
I haven't been the adult I should have been,
I wish I could throw myself in a trash bin,
I've been more mature in certain ways
But less than average in the most common ways, ...
#LifeChangingMoment
#frustration
#disappointment
#hurt
#StreamOfConsciousness
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