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.
ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:46pm
Yesterday 8:46pm
Broken
I'm on the other side of broken I hope
Took a time out, to settle some scores.
My fists are sore from knocking on old
familiar doors. Now that I'm here I
fear I might have lost who I was.
A man on a mission no more,
my ears no longer buzz...
when I hear the word desire,
last week I set fire to love.
I feel retired, sipping tea in white gloves.
I need a reason to be, maybe I'll
just hire some thugs, have em rob
the block dealer and tell him just who it was..
who sent em, then I'll regain that
burning...
Took a time out, to settle some scores.
My fists are sore from knocking on old
familiar doors. Now that I'm here I
fear I might have lost who I was.
A man on a mission no more,
my ears no longer buzz...
when I hear the word desire,
last week I set fire to love.
I feel retired, sipping tea in white gloves.
I need a reason to be, maybe I'll
just hire some thugs, have em rob
the block dealer and tell him just who it was..
who sent em, then I'll regain that
burning...
#heartbroken
#emptiness
#boredom
21 reads
2 Comments
PhantomPhace
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:05pm
Yesterday 3:05pm
It's Lonely at the Top
I’ve been thinkin’
A lot about drinkin’
Each quiet night away.
I’ve been sittin’
High up on this post,
Apparently keeping emotions at bay.
I’ve been frustrated,
And at times elated,
Often, in the same day.
Set up on a mountaintop
By somebody’s words,
And left, watching them go back down on their way.
Now I sit with a frown feeling all alone again,
Smart enough that everyone tells me I’m so,
Foolish enough to let an idiot’s words
Slip under and sink my heart low.
That’s why I’ve been...
A lot about drinkin’
Each quiet night away.
I’ve been sittin’
High up on this post,
Apparently keeping emotions at bay.
I’ve been frustrated,
And at times elated,
Often, in the same day.
Set up on a mountaintop
By somebody’s words,
And left, watching them go back down on their way.
Now I sit with a frown feeling all alone again,
Smart enough that everyone tells me I’m so,
Foolish enough to let an idiot’s words
Slip under and sink my heart low.
That’s why I’ve been...
#loneliness
#rejection
#confessional
15 reads
2 Comments
PhantomPhace
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:02pm
Yesterday 3:02pm
Marketable Skill
I should have learned computer science
So I’d have a job,
Practical procedures I can carry out with ease.
Instead I trudged through biochem out of sheer will –
And now I’m left without a marketable skill.
My father’s yelling constantly about “real life”,
Says I’m irresponsible and unaware of toil,
That my head is in the clouds and I’m out of the world –
Before he takes my keys and leaves to change my oil.
My boyfriend-type-thing-I-don’t-touch
Is up-to-date on techy things,
Meanwhile I have broken three mp3 players,
Three...
So I’d have a job,
Practical procedures I can carry out with ease.
Instead I trudged through biochem out of sheer will –
And now I’m left without a marketable skill.
My father’s yelling constantly about “real life”,
Says I’m irresponsible and unaware of toil,
That my head is in the clouds and I’m out of the world –
Before he takes my keys and leaves to change my oil.
My boyfriend-type-thing-I-don’t-touch
Is up-to-date on techy things,
Meanwhile I have broken three mp3 players,
Three...
#technology
#LifeStruggles
#confessional #responsibility
#confessional #responsibility
10 reads
2 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
19th May 2019 10:25pm
19th May 2019 10:25pm
Staring into the deep
Life is a metaphor and I am simply its ball.
I bounce off walls and as I rise, I fall.
Just looking for the right time to say the right word,
Because it would feel so wrong if I let myself fail
And my words were never heard.
Life is a story, never foreseen and never before told.
It is still being written and we are still on the right road.
A long way from home, heading into the unknown.
I cannot afford to be close to you, because of all the charity I owe.
An image of a scarecrow drifts into my mind,
To remind me of a...
I bounce off walls and as I rise, I fall.
Just looking for the right time to say the right word,
Because it would feel so wrong if I let myself fail
And my words were never heard.
Life is a story, never foreseen and never before told.
It is still being written and we are still on the right road.
A long way from home, heading into the unknown.
I cannot afford to be close to you, because of all the charity I owe.
An image of a scarecrow drifts into my mind,
To remind me of a...
#love
#marriage
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#WritingPoetry
26 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
19th May 2019 9:12pm
19th May 2019 9:12pm
Naked Reflections
Naked reflection reflects the naked truth of one’s soul. It’s the pivotal time in your life when you stop, turn around, and glance upon the occurrences you have taken to bring the presence of the soul to such a point in time.
I have been blessed to have enclosed the aura of my being with great minded people alike, and associates of greater affluence and keen intellect, but is this all my essence, what my creed stands for, shouldn’t there be more to me, if not all possible on this green earth.
As a Director of Nursing, published author of six romance novels, a...
I have been blessed to have enclosed the aura of my being with great minded people alike, and associates of greater affluence and keen intellect, but is this all my essence, what my creed stands for, shouldn’t there be more to me, if not all possible on this green earth.
As a Director of Nursing, published author of six romance novels, a...
#identity
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
43 reads
12 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
18th May 2019 1:40am
18th May 2019 1:40am
REACHING (1-29-97, revision, 1-29-97, Galveston Island, Texas)
this tree
before me
stretching up
from the ground
through cool
afternoon shadows
with its farthest
bare branches
fingering out
up into
a narrow band
of golden light
which sheers
at a vertically
diagonal angle
from off
the abrupt edge
of a motionless
rooftops
sudden overhang
silently casting down
upon the ground
around me here
a magically
hypnotic dance
of entrancing
shadows and light
in harmonious
contrast with
a...
before me
stretching up
from the ground
through cool
afternoon shadows
with its farthest
bare branches
fingering out
up into
a narrow band
of golden light
which sheers
at a vertically
diagonal angle
from off
the abrupt edge
of a motionless
rooftops
sudden overhang
silently casting down
upon the ground
around me here
a magically
hypnotic dance
of entrancing
shadows and light
in harmonious
contrast with
a...
#strength
#hope
#courage
#inspirational
#gratitude
25 reads
0 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
17th May 2019 11:28pm
17th May 2019 11:28pm
I Want The Sun
I want the sun that rises
Seeking it each moment from breath,
Swimming in deep blue skies
My youth now well behind me,
I wanted the sun, and had it
Such fortune to carry for years,
So many memories, some lost
And yet, the sun wasn't everything.
The land, the life once lived
With all the love one could covet,
From birth through childhood
To sleep, dream, want and conquer,
Imagination being well spent now
But still new to youth and heart,
There may be some to trade it
For all on...
Seeking it each moment from breath,
Swimming in deep blue skies
My youth now well behind me,
I wanted the sun, and had it
Such fortune to carry for years,
So many memories, some lost
And yet, the sun wasn't everything.
The land, the life once lived
With all the love one could covet,
From birth through childhood
To sleep, dream, want and conquer,
Imagination being well spent now
But still new to youth and heart,
There may be some to trade it
For all on...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#fate
#aging
35 reads
4 Comments
Ragnar
Poem Published
17th May 2019 10:14pm
17th May 2019 10:14pm
Breaking Barriers
Dear Failure,
Never again will you blow me away into the nothing and leave me defeated.
I have had enough and I will not bow to what lies beneath.
I will never again live in the polyamorous relationship of the dark of you and the dance with the devil and crawl through the red cold river of my own blood and be torn in two.
I used to try and negotiate my way through the mine field that seemed to characterize my relationships, distant and not so very distant, in some complex mix of intuition, mistrust and false courage and more often than not, I felt so tired and totally...
Never again will you blow me away into the nothing and leave me defeated.
I have had enough and I will not bow to what lies beneath.
I will never again live in the polyamorous relationship of the dark of you and the dance with the devil and crawl through the red cold river of my own blood and be torn in two.
I used to try and negotiate my way through the mine field that seemed to characterize my relationships, distant and not so very distant, in some complex mix of intuition, mistrust and false courage and more often than not, I felt so tired and totally...
#courage
#motivational
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
48 reads
16 Comments
PhantomPhace
Poem Published
17th May 2019 9:30am
17th May 2019 9:30am
I To Me
I walk along like a marionette
Turning this way and turning that
Churning out gold nugget waste
Pushed along by an invisible hand
That never moves in haste.
He controls where I will go
And builds the railroad of our traction
Call it God; this nothingness
Is the true determiner of action.
Nothing defines everything
And all I know is there’s no I or me
In any step I take, any thought – there’s no mistake
And I can feel no victory
Only the hand that pushes me.
It removes all of my pain
And carries it and...
Turning this way and turning that
Churning out gold nugget waste
Pushed along by an invisible hand
That never moves in haste.
He controls where I will go
And builds the railroad of our traction
Call it God; this nothingness
Is the true determiner of action.
Nothing defines everything
And all I know is there’s no I or me
In any step I take, any thought – there’s no mistake
And I can feel no victory
Only the hand that pushes me.
It removes all of my pain
And carries it and...
#depression
#death
#emptiness #apathy
#emptiness #apathy
24 reads
1 Comment
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
16th May 2019 00:16am
16th May 2019 00:16am
SOUL SONG (an open, flowing prayer.
dear god
too near
i am
drowning here
in this unconquerable
river
of words
my spirit
swept off
in whitmans
currents
so unexpectedly
spiraling
into the spinning
vortex
of a tornadic
whirlpool
of his
elegantly
descriptive words
enraptured
in their depths
and heights
that are neither
up
nor down
inwardly enfolding
into an
even deeper
rapture
here at
the center point
of ecstasy ...
too near
i am
drowning here
in this unconquerable
river
of words
my spirit
swept off
in whitmans
currents
so unexpectedly
spiraling
into the spinning
vortex
of a tornadic
whirlpool
of his
elegantly
descriptive words
enraptured
in their depths
and heights
that are neither
up
nor down
inwardly enfolding
into an
even deeper
rapture
here at
the center point
of ecstasy ...
#love
#strength
#inspirational #redemption
#inspirational #redemption
23 reads
0 Comments
javalini
Poem Published
14th May 2019 2:51pm
14th May 2019 2:51pm
Empty
what if i came up empty
what if there were no more words...ever
nothing
what if i dredged the bottom of my soul
only to come up clean --
not completely clean
but not with the muck and mire of my youth clinging to the bucket
none of the usual memorabilia from years of doomed friendships and affairs
or the unusual, either
like the sequined bikini of that dancer in Norfolk
with her whiskey mouth
and her bouncer boyfriend who could have just taken the money
fancy brass knuckles or not
and Tony ...
what if there were no more words...ever
nothing
what if i dredged the bottom of my soul
only to come up clean --
not completely clean
but not with the muck and mire of my youth clinging to the bucket
none of the usual memorabilia from years of doomed friendships and affairs
or the unusual, either
like the sequined bikini of that dancer in Norfolk
with her whiskey mouth
and her bouncer boyfriend who could have just taken the money
fancy brass knuckles or not
and Tony ...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
26 reads
3 Comments
hammind
sarah jean
sarah jean
Poem Published
14th May 2019 11:07am
14th May 2019 11:07am
All Thirty Thousand of My Problems
#anxiety
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
53 reads
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