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.
gracemarie
Avery_lol_XD
Avery_lol_XD
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2023 3:24pm
23rd Mar 2023 3:24pm
I finally know what I am!
For the past few months I've been wondering if maybe I'm a dude.
Maybe I'm a dude because I hate my chest and feel more comfortable with short hair.
Maybe I'm a dude because she/her feels like a knife being plunged into my chest.
Maybe I'm a dude because every time I've looked in the mirror for the past forever I never saw myself until I cut my hair short and stared dressing like a man.
Maybe I'm a dude because I've actually cried about being a girl and because I feel stuck being something I'm not.
Maybe I'm a dude because I pause and feel so uncomfortable every time...
Maybe I'm a dude because I hate my chest and feel more comfortable with short hair.
Maybe I'm a dude because she/her feels like a knife being plunged into my chest.
Maybe I'm a dude because every time I've looked in the mirror for the past forever I never saw myself until I cut my hair short and stared dressing like a man.
Maybe I'm a dude because I've actually cried about being a girl and because I feel stuck being something I'm not.
Maybe I'm a dude because I pause and feel so uncomfortable every time...
#hope
#LGBT
#transgender #SelfDiscovery
#transgender #SelfDiscovery
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copingwithwords__
Poem Published
19th Mar 2023 6:44pm
19th Mar 2023 6:44pm
wordsmith
my skin is a canvas
since i was born, i drew on it
i always had the utensils to create a masterpiece
since i was born, i knew that.
when i first went to school
they saw how different i was,
my mind and my body,
they didn’t like that
nor the fact that my skin
shone bright in all the colors of the rainbow.
the others may not have all the utensils i had
or didn’t know how to use them
now my pride began to crumble
because everything i liked -
everything i was - was disliked.
fast forward, new school,...
since i was born, i drew on it
i always had the utensils to create a masterpiece
since i was born, i knew that.
when i first went to school
they saw how different i was,
my mind and my body,
they didn’t like that
nor the fact that my skin
shone bright in all the colors of the rainbow.
the others may not have all the utensils i had
or didn’t know how to use them
now my pride began to crumble
because everything i liked -
everything i was - was disliked.
fast forward, new school,...
#anxiety
#courage
#abuse
#art
#acceptance
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Naajir
Poem Published
1st Feb 2019 7:07pm
1st Feb 2019 7:07pm
Electric Horse
love..
heh
not an easy thing for this man...
to get back on that saddle
and straddle the random
topsy-turvy tumultuous torrents
that has once left him open
and vulnerable..
exposing hidden crack and flaws
those emotional hang ups
and all those egotistical chips
lingering on shoulders
the kind that
don't brush off that easy
yeah...
not so easy
cuz he remembers
how freely he opened up to her
and how she did him greasy
with a beautiful smile ...
heh
not an easy thing for this man...
to get back on that saddle
and straddle the random
topsy-turvy tumultuous torrents
that has once left him open
and vulnerable..
exposing hidden crack and flaws
those emotional hang ups
and all those egotistical chips
lingering on shoulders
the kind that
don't brush off that easy
yeah...
not so easy
cuz he remembers
how freely he opened up to her
and how she did him greasy
with a beautiful smile ...
#heartbroken
#memories
#SelfReflection
464 reads
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
14th Mar 2023 5:27am
14th Mar 2023 5:27am
Worthy
I undoubtedly concur,
These days are going by like a blur,
I haven't had much chance to discuss with you
The things that I've been going through.
When I lie my head down on my bed,
I've got some concerns about something you said,
I know I've shown tremendous emotional growth,
And I know you've seen said personal growth,
But we talked about my concerns with talking to my work crush,
And how if we become friends, because I don't want to rush,
At some point, I'll tell him how I feel, even if we stay friends,
What could happen, what could...
These days are going by like a blur,
I haven't had much chance to discuss with you
The things that I've been going through.
When I lie my head down on my bed,
I've got some concerns about something you said,
I know I've shown tremendous emotional growth,
And I know you've seen said personal growth,
But we talked about my concerns with talking to my work crush,
And how if we become friends, because I don't want to rush,
At some point, I'll tell him how I feel, even if we stay friends,
What could happen, what could...
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#StreamOfConsciousness
53 reads
0 Comments
Sega
Poem Published
12th Mar 2023 6:16pm
12th Mar 2023 6:16pm
Reflections
Rotten is the mind that thinks of the nice
When pain is the place that leads us to see
And not be blind, in the kind
Of way that we shy and hide
But fight online
And cry in our mum’s house
On the sly and rewind
Back to the man who’s
Outward and kind
For half a week
Until we speak
With a beer and a high five
With a
Miscellaneous man
At a the bar with a tie
And a good suit and a fine
Way of thinking
Fucking why am I
Trying to please these geezer
Who I wouldn’t give the time
In a day to...
When pain is the place that leads us to see
And not be blind, in the kind
Of way that we shy and hide
But fight online
And cry in our mum’s house
On the sly and rewind
Back to the man who’s
Outward and kind
For half a week
Until we speak
With a beer and a high five
With a
Miscellaneous man
At a the bar with a tie
And a good suit and a fine
Way of thinking
Fucking why am I
Trying to please these geezer
Who I wouldn’t give the time
In a day to...
#identity
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
#SelfWorth
#masculinity
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2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
8th Mar 2023 2:18pm
8th Mar 2023 2:18pm
Baseboards and Handrails
you make me nervous
in fringe.
you give me fevers
that do not heal!
I drink water looking for you,
I run rivers,
I swallow lakes,
soaked in your absence.
there are no truths
at all…
There are still moments
in time,
where sweets are enough
lies
and huge cakes.
(with sugary toppings).
And kisses that don't
shake
or feel chills.
Then chicken soup
I don't want to eat.
You say:
- "Eat, it's good for you!"
a spoon to the mouth
and spit.
And you: - "Eat it's good for...
in fringe.
you give me fevers
that do not heal!
I drink water looking for you,
I run rivers,
I swallow lakes,
soaked in your absence.
there are no truths
at all…
There are still moments
in time,
where sweets are enough
lies
and huge cakes.
(with sugary toppings).
And kisses that don't
shake
or feel chills.
Then chicken soup
I don't want to eat.
You say:
- "Eat, it's good for you!"
a spoon to the mouth
and spit.
And you: - "Eat it's good for...
#myself
#WritingPoetry
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
8th Mar 2023 8:15am
8th Mar 2023 8:15am
Diary in Arts
International Women's Day
diary in the arts.
One.
The man in the glass house says you're something decent. The margins regarding gender are clear.
It's about 1 to 8.
We pretend not to notice.
Two.
We meet under trees, facts remain the same. I am an anomaly, she is an anomaly, when she comes - no one questions if it is comfortable.
No one questions how to close the gap.
Three.
It is obvious to me why I might be welcome. They seem like friends, as if my work is valued, but there's an...
diary in the arts.
One.
The man in the glass house says you're something decent. The margins regarding gender are clear.
It's about 1 to 8.
We pretend not to notice.
Two.
We meet under trees, facts remain the same. I am an anomaly, she is an anomaly, when she comes - no one questions if it is comfortable.
No one questions how to close the gap.
Three.
It is obvious to me why I might be welcome. They seem like friends, as if my work is valued, but there's an...
#women
#books
96 reads
3 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
6th Oct 2022 3:01pm
6th Oct 2022 3:01pm
disaster # 4673
Ceilings and walls of tenuous sleep
Blankets are a thin
Membrane
Against the noise
And the chaos
And the cold
Yesterday, sunlight and commercial
Music at the mall, where
Those of disposable means are
Casually tossing coins,
To the metallic yap of a
Plastic toy dog
I see them,
Groomed and adorned,
Having learned and strove
Through the capitalist systemic
Calculus
Of have and wont and woe,
I admire them
That perseverance,
That sharp toothed priority
Of self and those whose well...
Blankets are a thin
Membrane
Against the noise
And the chaos
And the cold
Yesterday, sunlight and commercial
Music at the mall, where
Those of disposable means are
Casually tossing coins,
To the metallic yap of a
Plastic toy dog
I see them,
Groomed and adorned,
Having learned and strove
Through the capitalist systemic
Calculus
Of have and wont and woe,
I admire them
That perseverance,
That sharp toothed priority
Of self and those whose well...
#anxiety
#family
#LifeStruggles
#home
#LifeChangingMoment
380 reads
15 Comments
sinisterspital
Poem Published
27th Feb 2023 8:20pm
27th Feb 2023 8:20pm
brought me
I chase these voices
to ensure they're real
my sanity depends on
the tangible looming
penumbra's oft my domicile
White noise brings tunes of past
memoirs reminisce
can't allow fear to
envelope my presence
know many idle heads would
bend in demise
strength of the hemispheres
I'm keeping alive
luck has these portals clear,
Imagine not,fucked than aye
keeping relevance
the scar on my necks from
chasing ghosts though
it used to hang in trees like
sheets cast winded furry...
to ensure they're real
my sanity depends on
the tangible looming
penumbra's oft my domicile
White noise brings tunes of past
memoirs reminisce
can't allow fear to
envelope my presence
know many idle heads would
bend in demise
strength of the hemispheres
I'm keeping alive
luck has these portals clear,
Imagine not,fucked than aye
keeping relevance
the scar on my necks from
chasing ghosts though
it used to hang in trees like
sheets cast winded furry...
#love
#dialogue
#uplifting
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Morbs
Poem Published
27th Feb 2023 00:08am
27th Feb 2023 00:08am
On blue pills, spotlights, circuses
It was a tablet
the colour of which
I’d never seen.
Stood with it for a while
in front of an old mirror
stuck it to a wet tongue
waved it before the glass
as if frenching goodbye
to my last solitary fuck
swallowed it
down
to where bile heats itself
in a dark swirl of hell,
but they never put that ...
the colour of which
I’d never seen.
Stood with it for a while
in front of an old mirror
stuck it to a wet tongue
waved it before the glass
as if frenching goodbye
to my last solitary fuck
swallowed it
down
to where bile heats itself
in a dark swirl of hell,
but they never put that ...
#MeToo
#StreamOfConsciousness
98 reads
8 Comments
Michael_Goodridge
Lord-Karma
Lord-Karma
Poem Published
26th Feb 2023 4:09am
26th Feb 2023 4:09am
It Was Nice {Heaven's Asylum}
#death
#suicide
101 reads
2 Comments
hidden_truth
Poem Published
21st Feb 2023 10:17pm
21st Feb 2023 10:17pm
Notice
At a young age, we start to notice numbers
how they grew but descend as well
I however, grew to notice the numbers on the scale
How they would go up or down
Depending if i felt brave enough to have an extra bite
As I grew, so did the numbers on that scale
My enemy wasn’t anyone else
But the very reflection that had shown me
Pulling fat that doesn’t exist
The crying the wishing to see something else
Anything or anyone
Notice the mirror’s endless lies
help reach that number
Or notice how apple cider vinegar...
how they grew but descend as well
I however, grew to notice the numbers on the scale
How they would go up or down
Depending if i felt brave enough to have an extra bite
As I grew, so did the numbers on that scale
My enemy wasn’t anyone else
But the very reflection that had shown me
Pulling fat that doesn’t exist
The crying the wishing to see something else
Anything or anyone
Notice the mirror’s endless lies
help reach that number
Or notice how apple cider vinegar...
#identity
#SelfReflection
#EatingDisorder
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