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.
poetrician
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:43pm
Yesterday 2:43pm
special
i thought i was special
it is excruciating when i am not
and yet
while an omega life is intoxicating
it is not without the thought that it is all play
that i endure a demeaning place
while harboring an inner, secret phoenix
that the surprise of me is just around the corner
and those feelings and judgements you’ve cast
be found false
and my strong belief
that the awakening of eyes
is more powerful than the absence of a reversal of mind
the adrenaline of being wrong
that my estimations of worth inaccurate ...
it is excruciating when i am not
and yet
while an omega life is intoxicating
it is not without the thought that it is all play
that i endure a demeaning place
while harboring an inner, secret phoenix
that the surprise of me is just around the corner
and those feelings and judgements you’ve cast
be found false
and my strong belief
that the awakening of eyes
is more powerful than the absence of a reversal of mind
the adrenaline of being wrong
that my estimations of worth inaccurate ...
#identity
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Tenderloin
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:46pm
Yesterday 1:46pm
Spouses, Partners and Dream Lovers
I neglected the fantasy
when the shackles of reality
required my complete attention
to put the baggage
of a previous disappointment
behind me
We hadn't spoken
since I was asked to leave
and that stung
but despite all reservations
and the dismay of my current partner
the former reached out
Ignoring the initial communication
and secretly speculative of the motive,
it seemed I would never summon
to resolve this feud
in which I would always be the victim
But when things stay with you, ...
when the shackles of reality
required my complete attention
to put the baggage
of a previous disappointment
behind me
We hadn't spoken
since I was asked to leave
and that stung
but despite all reservations
and the dismay of my current partner
the former reached out
Ignoring the initial communication
and secretly speculative of the motive,
it seemed I would never summon
to resolve this feud
in which I would always be the victim
But when things stay with you, ...
#courage
#relationships
#ImSorry
#forgiveness
#TimeHeals
21 reads
4 Comments
jenjames
Poem Published
24th Aug 2019 7:40pm
24th Aug 2019 7:40pm
Word is Bond
I’m bringing back
WORD IS BOND
What you say defines who you are, at least to me
I was taught
Say what you mean, and mean what you say
It’s a promise that what I am saying to you bonds us
It used to mean
I am telling you the absolute truth *circa 1980*
That was when men took pride in the words they spoke
Men like my father, who isn’t perfect
But if he says it!!!
His Word is as good as gold
WORD IS BOND
Was to any and everyone
He didn’t make promises, he knew he
Couldn’t
or
better...
WORD IS BOND
What you say defines who you are, at least to me
I was taught
Say what you mean, and mean what you say
It’s a promise that what I am saying to you bonds us
It used to mean
I am telling you the absolute truth *circa 1980*
That was when men took pride in the words they spoke
Men like my father, who isn’t perfect
But if he says it!!!
His Word is as good as gold
WORD IS BOND
Was to any and everyone
He didn’t make promises, he knew he
Couldn’t
or
better...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
35 reads
2 Comments
kourtnissixxx
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2019 3:17pm
23rd Aug 2019 3:17pm
Sleep paralysis
you pass out
crying
into a dead, dream-less sleep
well, you do almost
atleast,
and then
almost as if on cue,
a violent electricity
crackles hard;
it ricochets down your spine
like a wild lightening
dancing in your periphery-
a foreshadow
that is ultimately
predicting a red
tunnel vision
from your soul
eyes flutter-
yet those stupid limbs
of yours struggle wildly
for any freedom until
the point of a fraile bone
that's now
piercing a sensitive spot ...
crying
into a dead, dream-less sleep
well, you do almost
atleast,
and then
almost as if on cue,
a violent electricity
crackles hard;
it ricochets down your spine
like a wild lightening
dancing in your periphery-
a foreshadow
that is ultimately
predicting a red
tunnel vision
from your soul
eyes flutter-
yet those stupid limbs
of yours struggle wildly
for any freedom until
the point of a fraile bone
that's now
piercing a sensitive spot ...
#sleep
44 reads
4 Comments
XxmagickgirlxX
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2019 12:21pm
23rd Aug 2019 12:21pm
Forevermore
I have done very bad things to you. I hurt you. I wish I hadn't. I want to take these things back, but no matter how hard I wish, it can't be done. I ruined everything I had been working to get back. I know now more than ever, that I am the only true cause for everything that has happened to me in my life. I have made it so much harder than the way it was supposed to be. And now...now that I know this I should be able to stop...but I can't. I have known for much longer than I want to admit that I ruin everything good in my life. I know that it is only because I crave the attention. I can't...
#emptiness
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fieryangelsouljia
MorriganFey
MorriganFey
Poem Published
21st Aug 2019 10:56pm
21st Aug 2019 10:56pm
Plight of the Artist
My words are of a different pain
that mold into the crevices
of a lover's skin
words that sin with a candle's light
words that make love
in the dark of night
Honesty-
honestly swearing to dying gods
promises I may not keep
and though they may be lies
to make it feel alright
this liar was once a saint-
And though I am damned
I know I've tried
to wash away..
My sempiternal stains
Is my art worth the artist's price?
a dreamer's...
that mold into the crevices
of a lover's skin
words that sin with a candle's light
words that make love
in the dark of night
Honesty-
honestly swearing to dying gods
promises I may not keep
and though they may be lies
to make it feel alright
this liar was once a saint-
And though I am damned
I know I've tried
to wash away..
My sempiternal stains
Is my art worth the artist's price?
a dreamer's...
#MentalHealth
#art
#despair
#suffering
#passion
28 reads
2 Comments
LiamReeduus
LiamReedus
LiamReedus
Poem Published
19th Aug 2019 10:13am
19th Aug 2019 10:13am
Facing giants
I stare at the man in the mirror
As the pain ripples every muscle
The blood cascading his lips from cough
Chest a fire from the crippling ache
Sweat poring along my face
I clean out the sink
Looking back skin paling white
To much at once cant think
I shower to kill time but the door opens anyway
"Papi, Are you ok"
She looks into the shower
"I'm fine love right as the rain"
I know by the look in her eyes she doesnt believe
How do i ease her mind
I know ill beat this
It just takes time
She...
As the pain ripples every muscle
The blood cascading his lips from cough
Chest a fire from the crippling ache
Sweat poring along my face
I clean out the sink
Looking back skin paling white
To much at once cant think
I shower to kill time but the door opens anyway
"Papi, Are you ok"
She looks into the shower
"I'm fine love right as the rain"
I know by the look in her eyes she doesnt believe
How do i ease her mind
I know ill beat this
It just takes time
She...
#frustration
43 reads
3 Comments
jenjames
Poem Published
19th Aug 2019 2:03am
19th Aug 2019 2:03am
VENT
This silly ass shit between
GROWN MUTHA FUCKS
I mean what the fuck
Seriously?
GROW THE FUCK UP!
Cause truth be told
Dude, YOU…
Could have
Left me where I the fuck was at!
IN MY OWN SHIT
PAYING MY OWN SHIT
Not needing
ANYONE
for Shit,
Well…
Except the THROB
Between my legs…
but, that’s off topic
Real talk,
Selections are
BOUNTIFUL
For the both of us
Miles away from home, ...
GROWN MUTHA FUCKS
I mean what the fuck
Seriously?
GROW THE FUCK UP!
Cause truth be told
Dude, YOU…
Could have
Left me where I the fuck was at!
IN MY OWN SHIT
PAYING MY OWN SHIT
Not needing
ANYONE
for Shit,
Well…
Except the THROB
Between my legs…
but, that’s off topic
Real talk,
Selections are
BOUNTIFUL
For the both of us
Miles away from home, ...
#secrets
#lies
#betrayal
#LifeStruggles
#funny
67 reads
4 Comments
LivDiane
Poem Published
18th Aug 2019 7:01am
18th Aug 2019 7:01am
Sea of Sadness
if we could flood the earth with our tears
relinquish the tight grip held by our fears
at first it’s just a stream lapping at our feet
it feels heavenly, yet it’s all so bittersweet
but as we age, we face more heartbreak
and behind each lesson is it’s own mistake
we’re all trying to channel our inner author
and on this stream, we all can walk on water
the water is shallow, rolling over pebbles
each tear we cry comes with another level
it builds and it builds, then it just takes over
now it’s...
relinquish the tight grip held by our fears
at first it’s just a stream lapping at our feet
it feels heavenly, yet it’s all so bittersweet
but as we age, we face more heartbreak
and behind each lesson is it’s own mistake
we’re all trying to channel our inner author
and on this stream, we all can walk on water
the water is shallow, rolling over pebbles
each tear we cry comes with another level
it builds and it builds, then it just takes over
now it’s...
#sadness
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
86 reads
8 Comments
Vamps
Poem Published
17th Aug 2019 11:06pm
17th Aug 2019 11:06pm
Keep on Dreaming
I've given it all away
Kept nothing for myself
Better than leaving it
rusting on the shelf
My mind clearer when
there's nothing around
the sound of silence is
hard to be found
Ain't gonna desire it
not even a little bit
More important things
to dwell on
I don't wanna live in shit
Just chillin'
Tunes on and the fire lit
Simple really
No internal qualm or query
I'm maybe not over cheery
but it'll do for now
Don't give myself time
to row....
Kept nothing for myself
Better than leaving it
rusting on the shelf
My mind clearer when
there's nothing around
the sound of silence is
hard to be found
Ain't gonna desire it
not even a little bit
More important things
to dwell on
I don't wanna live in shit
Just chillin'
Tunes on and the fire lit
Simple really
No internal qualm or query
I'm maybe not over cheery
but it'll do for now
Don't give myself time
to row....
#hope
59 reads
6 Comments
Naajir
TimSkee
TimSkee
Poem Published
14th Aug 2019 4:43pm
14th Aug 2019 4:43pm
Ghost The Writer
'passion burns within
fire flows from veins to pen
it's my form of zen''
i push pen with passion and purpose
puncturing paper until i burn through wormholes
hidden in plain/plane sight
the best damn disappearing act ever i swear
i'm now of the dearly departed
a ghost playin host to a wild assortment of vibes
no longer of the lost and found
i found what i lost..i exhaust all options
traveling while sitting still...channeling the will
thru a scribble...scribble...stab...stab
...eye...
fire flows from veins to pen
it's my form of zen''
i push pen with passion and purpose
puncturing paper until i burn through wormholes
hidden in plain/plane sight
the best damn disappearing act ever i swear
i'm now of the dearly departed
a ghost playin host to a wild assortment of vibes
no longer of the lost and found
i found what i lost..i exhaust all options
traveling while sitting still...channeling the will
thru a scribble...scribble...stab...stab
...eye...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#travel
82 reads
3 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
13th Aug 2019 1:51am
13th Aug 2019 1:51am
Once More, But Never Again
weary beyond grand words
lost and I can’t find letters
someone come group them
together for me
and arrange them
precisely on my paper
my midnight eyes gripping
filled to the absolute brim
with unshed tears frozen
to the last shred of dignity
I can find within
the last piece of me
of my origin, of who I am
and how I came to be
I am so desperate to hang on
but my white knuckled approach
has left me with broken
fingers and a bruised head
cracks inside my heart ...
lost and I can’t find letters
someone come group them
together for me
and arrange them
precisely on my paper
my midnight eyes gripping
filled to the absolute brim
with unshed tears frozen
to the last shred of dignity
I can find within
the last piece of me
of my origin, of who I am
and how I came to be
I am so desperate to hang on
but my white knuckled approach
has left me with broken
fingers and a bruised head
cracks inside my heart ...
#depression
#grief
#heartbroken
126 reads
19 Comments
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