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.
JessD842
Poem Published
Today 11:20am
Today 11:20am
What life would be to live happily??
The want, need, the desire to be somewhere or even something in life. Someone's mother, lover or even someones wife. Longing for the unconditional love from a child. Just the tender thought makes my heart grin and smile.
Walking through this journey we call life on my own. Searching for true happiness that most often leaves me lost and alone.
Older and older I grow everyday. Day after night, night after day, thriving for true happiness that so far away. What would life be to live so happily?
Seems the more you want something in life the more likely your not going to receive,...
Walking through this journey we call life on my own. Searching for true happiness that most often leaves me lost and alone.
Older and older I grow everyday. Day after night, night after day, thriving for true happiness that so far away. What would life be to live so happily?
Seems the more you want something in life the more likely your not going to receive,...
#happiness
#birth
#motherhood
#death
#aging
20 reads
1 Comment
BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
Today 6:47am
Today 6:47am
“Cerebral” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 27/6/2020
It’s Pretty Clear That I’m LETHAL ... !!!
When It Comes To My CEREBRAL .... !!!
And How Its Applied ...
When I’m Now Inclined ...
To Sit Down And Write ...
Rhymes Built For The WISE ... !!!
My Cerebral ... FLIES ...
And Reaches Great Heights ...
WITHOUT The Need ...
For Cocaine Supplies ... !!!
I Deal With The Green ...
That's Grown NATURALLY ... !?!
That Supplies Me With HIGHS ...
That Then HEIGHTEN My Mind ...
... Know What I Mean ... ?!?
It Then ... INSPIRES Me ... ...
When It Comes To My CEREBRAL .... !!!
And How Its Applied ...
When I’m Now Inclined ...
To Sit Down And Write ...
Rhymes Built For The WISE ... !!!
My Cerebral ... FLIES ...
And Reaches Great Heights ...
WITHOUT The Need ...
For Cocaine Supplies ... !!!
I Deal With The Green ...
That's Grown NATURALLY ... !?!
That Supplies Me With HIGHS ...
That Then HEIGHTEN My Mind ...
... Know What I Mean ... ?!?
It Then ... INSPIRES Me ... ...
#relationships
#honesty
#humankind
#hypocrisy
#wisdom
18 reads
1 Comment
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:12am
Yesterday 00:12am
Now It's You and how You Feel , You
(just a few questions)
***
How many times I gotta cause trouble?
You done wit your adolescence yet?
And, just-in-case, how many fingers am i holding up?
All these questions call for a test of Your Real Self.
But, we'll have to fore'go all that now, due to them ol' technical difficulties.
Don't worry.
Don't worry.
Don't worry (your pretty little head). Pleas!
Poems come sliding down some toxicated slag sluice.
Or may-be the bilge pump needs a new...
***
How many times I gotta cause trouble?
You done wit your adolescence yet?
And, just-in-case, how many fingers am i holding up?
All these questions call for a test of Your Real Self.
But, we'll have to fore'go all that now, due to them ol' technical difficulties.
Don't worry.
Don't worry.
Don't worry (your pretty little head). Pleas!
Poems come sliding down some toxicated slag sluice.
Or may-be the bilge pump needs a new...
#loneliness
#fire
#water
#heaven
#hell
32 reads
2 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:43pm
Yesterday 9:43pm
Pull yourself together
A voice in my head says "Pull yourself together, all this can pass.
The fact that you are here does not mean that you are to blame for this."
But no matter how deep I hide in a trench
He is like a hunter, a driven ox, always next to me,
this is definitely not God
I seem to be cursed. His screams are heard through the windows
In his whirlpool I will be stuck up to my ears,
it will wash me there with a burst of sweat
He hides in my mind, in the darkest depths,
without light, without a bottom
And comes to me at night to talk about everything, ...
The fact that you are here does not mean that you are to blame for this."
But no matter how deep I hide in a trench
He is like a hunter, a driven ox, always next to me,
this is definitely not God
I seem to be cursed. His screams are heard through the windows
In his whirlpool I will be stuck up to my ears,
it will wash me there with a burst of sweat
He hides in my mind, in the darkest depths,
without light, without a bottom
And comes to me at night to talk about everything, ...
#anxiety
50 reads
16 Comments
Trey_B
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:54pm
Yesterday 6:54pm
How Come?
HOW COME I'M AFRAID TO WALK DOWN THE STREET?
HOW COME I'M AFRAID TO DO INTO A GAS STATION TO GET SOMETHING TO EAT?
HOW COME I'M AFRAID TO LET MY LITTLE BROTHER PLAY WITH FRIENDS IN THE PARK?
HOW COME I'M AFRAID TO WALK OUTSIDE MY HOUSE AFTER DARK?
HOW COME I CAN'T WEAR MY HOOD?
HOW COME I HAVE TO DIE IN THE LAST PLACE I STOOD?
HOW COME I HAVE TO DIE IN A CELL?
HOW COME I HAVE TO RUN FROM THE BULLET AS IT LEAVES ITS SHELL?
HOW COME I GOT SHOT 137 TIMES IN MY CAR?
HOW COME 13 CLEVELAND POLICE OFFICERS SHOT ME FROM AFAR?
HOW COME I'M AFRAID...
HOW COME I'M AFRAID TO DO INTO A GAS STATION TO GET SOMETHING TO EAT?
HOW COME I'M AFRAID TO LET MY LITTLE BROTHER PLAY WITH FRIENDS IN THE PARK?
HOW COME I'M AFRAID TO WALK OUTSIDE MY HOUSE AFTER DARK?
HOW COME I CAN'T WEAR MY HOOD?
HOW COME I HAVE TO DIE IN THE LAST PLACE I STOOD?
HOW COME I HAVE TO DIE IN A CELL?
HOW COME I HAVE TO RUN FROM THE BULLET AS IT LEAVES ITS SHELL?
HOW COME I GOT SHOT 137 TIMES IN MY CAR?
HOW COME 13 CLEVELAND POLICE OFFICERS SHOT ME FROM AFAR?
HOW COME I'M AFRAID...
#inequality
12 reads
1 Comment
Trey_B
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:40am
Yesterday 2:40am
His Name Is Jordan!!
He holds you down like the ‘RIVER JORDAN’.
As peaceful as the singing birds in dawns first light.
So joyous as a hymn on gospel Sunday.
He is as calming as April showers and May flowers.
Happy as a little kid with a new toy.
Handsome as the day his mother welcomed him into this world.
He goes by the name Jordan!!
Heavenly sent by our Almighty Father.
He’s as sweet Hershey Kisses.
Forever loyal to his future Mrs.
His name is Jordan!!
Goes by @sloflow_jay.
No worries, best believe he’ll make everything okay.
When you’re...
As peaceful as the singing birds in dawns first light.
So joyous as a hymn on gospel Sunday.
He is as calming as April showers and May flowers.
Happy as a little kid with a new toy.
Handsome as the day his mother welcomed him into this world.
He goes by the name Jordan!!
Heavenly sent by our Almighty Father.
He’s as sweet Hershey Kisses.
Forever loyal to his future Mrs.
His name is Jordan!!
Goes by @sloflow_jay.
No worries, best believe he’ll make everything okay.
When you’re...
#BestFriend
#friendship
21 reads
3 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2020 4:42pm
23rd Sep 2020 4:42pm
Synesthetica, Part VI (Sentio)
vi. sentio (I feel)
(the color of rain)
pensive perusal,
my mind plays tricks
on both of us;
thoughts racing
towards home
in chaotic rivulets
dodging the ebb and flow
of windshield wipers
carrying frantic passengers
hanging onto the edges
for dear life;
a thousand tiny cracks
in the glass
means I’ll never know
where they’ll cross
the finish line
sometimes
this is a good thing
muted shades -
the perfect stage
for signs of life
to...
(the color of rain)
pensive perusal,
my mind plays tricks
on both of us;
thoughts racing
towards home
in chaotic rivulets
dodging the ebb and flow
of windshield wipers
carrying frantic passengers
hanging onto the edges
for dear life;
a thousand tiny cracks
in the glass
means I’ll never know
where they’ll cross
the finish line
sometimes
this is a good thing
muted shades -
the perfect stage
for signs of life
to...
#mother
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
25 reads
6 Comments
BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2020 5:27am
23rd Sep 2020 5:27am
"Untouchable" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 14/10/2016
Now I'm An UNTOUCHABLE ... !!!
UNLIKE .... Cliff Huxtable ... !!!
Or YES I Mean ... " Bill " ... !!!
I'm UNTOUCHABLY ... ILL ...
When It Comes To My Will ... !!!
I Lyrically KILL ...
Well I Hope ... NOT Kill .... !!!!
But WILL- FULLY Build ...
Verse That INSTILS ...
UNTOUCHABLE Levels ...
of Using Your MENTAL ... !!!
Stencilled Pencilled ...
... Mental Rhymes ....
Kinda Like UNTOUCHABLE Guys ...
When It Comes To The Mic ... !!!
ME ... Well INDEED ...
Some Do Believe ... ...
UNLIKE .... Cliff Huxtable ... !!!
Or YES I Mean ... " Bill " ... !!!
I'm UNTOUCHABLY ... ILL ...
When It Comes To My Will ... !!!
I Lyrically KILL ...
Well I Hope ... NOT Kill .... !!!!
But WILL- FULLY Build ...
Verse That INSTILS ...
UNTOUCHABLE Levels ...
of Using Your MENTAL ... !!!
Stencilled Pencilled ...
... Mental Rhymes ....
Kinda Like UNTOUCHABLE Guys ...
When It Comes To The Mic ... !!!
ME ... Well INDEED ...
Some Do Believe ... ...
#strength
#courage
#relationships
#rhyming
#LifeCycle
17 reads
0 Comments
MatthewConrad
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2020 00:14am
23rd Sep 2020 00:14am
angry prefix lady / roxette's joyride no better of "abba"
in ref. to parliREACH: my own revision of "standards" / a return to fully functioning descriptive attaches / cubism / no! to colour-blindness / poetry of whites / communism was good because mostly starving Ukrainians or Kazakhs or other "badziewie" / pressure to instigate overt-nuances of language: a necessary intro. of ciphers / alt.? scythe and stone for every hammer and sickle... ardently pro private property - my own personal library would shame the Romford public 'un... excuses? none: at "face-value"... literally... let's not bother with transcending the man the albino the homo similis -...
#nostalgia
19 reads
0 Comments
BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2020 5:17am
22nd Sep 2020 5:17am
"Produce" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 26/3/2017
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#art
#responsibility
#passion
27 reads
2 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
20th Sep 2020 9:44pm
20th Sep 2020 9:44pm
Synesthetica, Part IV (Oderatus)
iv. oderatus (smell)
olfactory odyssey
dusty pages
worn thin from
heavy thumbs,
ink archaic
traveling seductively
from introduction
to execution,
my limbic pathways
stretching -
lazy felines finding
cozy spots
in front of
plate-glass windows
faint traces
of worn leather
that swallowed
flourished script
beckoning,
transposing known
with the unknown;
storm clouds
parting to bring ...
olfactory odyssey
dusty pages
worn thin from
heavy thumbs,
ink archaic
traveling seductively
from introduction
to execution,
my limbic pathways
stretching -
lazy felines finding
cozy spots
in front of
plate-glass windows
faint traces
of worn leather
that swallowed
flourished script
beckoning,
transposing known
with the unknown;
storm clouds
parting to bring ...
#nature
#spiritual
#memories
#SelfReflection
#nostalgia
35 reads
12 Comments
mommabutterfly111_
Poem Published
19th Sep 2020 7:41am
19th Sep 2020 7:41am
Again
I'm tired of this institution,
social intrusion,
no longer hiding from my personality disorder
crossed the border of my fears
slipped back again and drank my tears.
It gets better then it comes around again.
No more thoughts of suicide
only attempts to pretend,
no more strength to defend.
why do I just want to scream
why does being awake feel like an endless dream? ...
social intrusion,
no longer hiding from my personality disorder
crossed the border of my fears
slipped back again and drank my tears.
It gets better then it comes around again.
No more thoughts of suicide
only attempts to pretend,
no more strength to defend.
why do I just want to scream
why does being awake feel like an endless dream? ...
#MentalHealth
58 reads
6 Comments
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