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.
A Journey through Sexuality and Gender
i was taught as a child
Straight was the only way
It was never acceptable
For anyone to decide that they were gay
men who liked men
lived their lives in sin
A disgusting abomination
As time went on
I left my dogma behind
i opened my eyes
expanded my mind
Why should I care if a guy wants a guy?
Once or twice, one even caught my eye
It wasn't wrong
But it still wasn't good
They were often cast out
And always misunderstood
I thought that I believed that it really was alright
But I realized even I was still...
Straight was the only way
It was never acceptable
For anyone to decide that they were gay
men who liked men
lived their lives in sin
A disgusting abomination
As time went on
I left my dogma behind
i opened my eyes
expanded my mind
Why should I care if a guy wants a guy?
Once or twice, one even caught my eye
It wasn't wrong
But it still wasn't good
They were often cast out
And always misunderstood
I thought that I believed that it really was alright
But I realized even I was still...
#LGBT
#transgender
#PersonalGrowth
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The Thing I Believe To Regret The Most
The thing I believe to regret the most
Is not writing more.
You see, I’ve been a lot of places
And I went to those places for me.
And I did start out with a journal,
I did outline my journeys.
Sometimes I’d write poems,
Poems that echoed my soul,
And other days I would just live
Unbothered to write because
My experiences were mine alone.
And who are they,
To read my words?
To comprehend but not experience.
Yet now I wish,
I would have wrote the details
Of my own quest for purpose
You see, I...
Is not writing more.
You see, I’ve been a lot of places
And I went to those places for me.
And I did start out with a journal,
I did outline my journeys.
Sometimes I’d write poems,
Poems that echoed my soul,
And other days I would just live
Unbothered to write because
My experiences were mine alone.
And who are they,
To read my words?
To comprehend but not experience.
Yet now I wish,
I would have wrote the details
Of my own quest for purpose
You see, I...
#regret
#WritingPoetry
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The Depths
Sometimes I am afraid of water.
When it's cold and dark.
Deep and mysterious.
When I don't know what is lurking beneath me.
Sometimes I am afraid of water.
When I am in a dream and see the shark circling.
When it's clear that
I have nowhere to escape.
Sometimes I am afraid of water.
When it's too hot and I feel like I will faint.
When I remember my mother putting me in the bathtub.
When all I could see was the steam rising and I screamed as my feet touched the surface.
When I can't remember anything after that.
...
When it's cold and dark.
Deep and mysterious.
When I don't know what is lurking beneath me.
Sometimes I am afraid of water.
When I am in a dream and see the shark circling.
When it's clear that
I have nowhere to escape.
Sometimes I am afraid of water.
When it's too hot and I feel like I will faint.
When I remember my mother putting me in the bathtub.
When all I could see was the steam rising and I screamed as my feet touched the surface.
When I can't remember anything after that.
...
#water
#SelfReflection
#fear
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Mellifluous Steps of an Old Man
dwell not long…the tears of past sorrows
young man
…for tears of joy await
there is a melody upon the winds
that delicate wings depend…
propelled by thermals and downdrafts
unto all emotions; its effects transcend
accounting each rhythmic footstep until sunset
the famous final scene
divorce. where to from here I go?
stranger in town. how ironic!
winds of change somberly blow
second hand was I
Lord, I knew not of number
so many dreary and lonely days ...
young man
…for tears of joy await
there is a melody upon the winds
that delicate wings depend…
propelled by thermals and downdrafts
unto all emotions; its effects transcend
accounting each rhythmic footstep until sunset
the famous final scene
divorce. where to from here I go?
stranger in town. how ironic!
winds of change somberly blow
second hand was I
Lord, I knew not of number
so many dreary and lonely days ...
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfReflection
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childhood memories (one of many)
this is a memory that takes me back to childhood again. one that reminds me of the family, the farmhouse i'm missing. to the southern ground my bare feet walked on, ran on. played on, lived on. those much simpler times of being so young, of feeling free.
remembering all the faces associated with these heartfelt thoughts, my mother, father, brothers and sister. they are all back there, alive and well, gathered together again. waking up together, spending time together.
the large backyard where the chickens, the goats were kept. the horses being in a barn across the...
remembering all the faces associated with these heartfelt thoughts, my mother, father, brothers and sister. they are all back there, alive and well, gathered together again. waking up together, spending time together.
the large backyard where the chickens, the goats were kept. the horses being in a barn across the...
#childhood
#family
#food
#memories
#responsibility
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It’s ok to be that disappointment, baby
My Mother stitched clothes
for people with more money than sense.
Every day, new socks would appear
from men called Angus and Edmund
who had impossibly big dogs
in impossibly big cars
and she’d darn large holes,
used Grandmother’s metal hook
to gather slipped strands
weaving them back into
their garish gun club print.
I never craved an opportunity
to sip champagne from a glass shoe,
but I’d watch Mother’s hands
knit life...
for people with more money than sense.
Every day, new socks would appear
from men called Angus and Edmund
who had impossibly big dogs
in impossibly big cars
and she’d darn large holes,
used Grandmother’s metal hook
to gather slipped strands
weaving them back into
their garish gun club print.
I never craved an opportunity
to sip champagne from a glass shoe,
but I’d watch Mother’s hands
knit life...
#LGBT
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One to one
One to One
The bough breaks, windows wide,
feet beat concrete, your soapbox chest -
It's been sinking and rising,
the tap in you poured over,
injustice, mountains,
Jurassic Park,
the carpets and floors are blue.
Your body is enraged, visibly shakes.
And we're playing Headbanz,
you are,
for a moment,
an apple outside of time,
and I'm a toaster,
we guess blind -
like we've been doing all day.
Where will I be?
Who will I be put with?
How might it go?
For you there's no calm room,
no...
The bough breaks, windows wide,
feet beat concrete, your soapbox chest -
It's been sinking and rising,
the tap in you poured over,
injustice, mountains,
Jurassic Park,
the carpets and floors are blue.
Your body is enraged, visibly shakes.
And we're playing Headbanz,
you are,
for a moment,
an apple outside of time,
and I'm a toaster,
we guess blind -
like we've been doing all day.
Where will I be?
Who will I be put with?
How might it go?
For you there's no calm room,
no...
#hope
#sleep
#job
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Deep Within Me
If you could look deep within me
You'd only see deep wounds and scars
Cuts and abrasions, some new, some old
Each one has a story to be told
You'd be able to tell where each time one started to heal
A fresh one formed, or a previous one sliced open
Each time the process starting over
Never getting closure
If you could look deep within me
You'd see a light once so bright, now dimmed and dark
You'd be able to tell where the light once burning, was blown out
You'd know at one time I was full of...
You'd only see deep wounds and scars
Cuts and abrasions, some new, some old
Each one has a story to be told
You'd be able to tell where each time one started to heal
A fresh one formed, or a previous one sliced open
Each time the process starting over
Never getting closure
If you could look deep within me
You'd see a light once so bright, now dimmed and dark
You'd be able to tell where the light once burning, was blown out
You'd know at one time I was full of...
#SelfWorth
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Mellifluous Steps of an Old Man
dwell not long…the tears of past sorrows
young man
…for tears of joy await
there is a melody upon the winds
that delicate wings depend…
propelled by thermals and downdrafts
unto all emotions; its effects transcend
accounting each rhythmic footstep until sunset
the famous final scene
divorce. where to from here I go?
stranger in town. how ironic!
winds of change somberly blow
second hand was I
Lord, I knew not of number
so many dreary and lonely days ...
young man
…for tears of joy await
there is a melody upon the winds
that delicate wings depend…
propelled by thermals and downdrafts
unto all emotions; its effects transcend
accounting each rhythmic footstep until sunset
the famous final scene
divorce. where to from here I go?
stranger in town. how ironic!
winds of change somberly blow
second hand was I
Lord, I knew not of number
so many dreary and lonely days ...
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfReflection
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reign overthrown
I watched the words
unexpectedly appear on my screen
barely surpressing an internal sigh
I really shouldn't be surprised
because after all...
I was the one who walked...
but never blocked
unnecessary...I thought
debating momentarily...
...should I even reply
in the end I did
just to see where it went
and quickly discovered something unforeseen
I knew him...
...he no longer knows me...
...to be more specific...he never really did
having met me at a time in my life
heart broken &...
unexpectedly appear on my screen
barely surpressing an internal sigh
I really shouldn't be surprised
because after all...
I was the one who walked...
but never blocked
unnecessary...I thought
debating momentarily...
...should I even reply
in the end I did
just to see where it went
and quickly discovered something unforeseen
I knew him...
...he no longer knows me...
...to be more specific...he never really did
having met me at a time in my life
heart broken &...
#TimeHeals
#learning
#MovingOn #SelfWorth
#MovingOn #SelfWorth
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Creeping Around the Ensorcelled Geometry of Conciseness
Mirth in the rain, let me explain, ensorcelled in a downpour of unity of downloads
Tautology of hive mind, dishing out rewards, rambling, now galloping, I’m beginning to soar
We share our ideas, whether or not we’re both in the rain, or so it appears, so clear, so near and so they endear
Within our heads, within our minds, me and you, clear as day
To heave such things around, mathematics abound!
Betwixt the mud and toil, my thoughts begin to boil, blood stewed inside
Inculcate reasoning
Muddy bloody toil, staring in the soil,...
Tautology of hive mind, dishing out rewards, rambling, now galloping, I’m beginning to soar
We share our ideas, whether or not we’re both in the rain, or so it appears, so clear, so near and so they endear
Within our heads, within our minds, me and you, clear as day
To heave such things around, mathematics abound!
Betwixt the mud and toil, my thoughts begin to boil, blood stewed inside
Inculcate reasoning
Muddy bloody toil, staring in the soil,...
#universe
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Mellifluous Steps of an Old Man
dwell not long…the tears of past sorrows
young man
…for tears of joy await
there is a melody upon the winds
that delicate wings depend…
propelled by thermals and downdrafts
unto all emotions; its effects transcend
accounting each rhythmic footstep until sunset
the famous final scene
divorce. where to from here I go?
stranger in town. how ironic!
winds of change somberly blow
second hand was I
Lord, I knew not of number
so many dreary and...
young man
…for tears of joy await
there is a melody upon the winds
that delicate wings depend…
propelled by thermals and downdrafts
unto all emotions; its effects transcend
accounting each rhythmic footstep until sunset
the famous final scene
divorce. where to from here I go?
stranger in town. how ironic!
winds of change somberly blow
second hand was I
Lord, I knew not of number
so many dreary and...
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfReflection
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