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.
Ambjr
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:32pm
Yesterday 3:32pm
blood and ink/monster and poet 2
don't pretend
pretty words could wash the blood
from your hands
like they could erase the rage
and the moments you chose violence
to feel somethin
to prove that
you weren't fuckin empty
yes…there are echos here
where anger sometimes lives
but…
shut up…
how bout the mirror
that you shattered
just to feel the sting
of broken glass
how bout the way
you'd scream into pillows
tryin to drown out
the sounds in your head
how bout the ways
you would beg darkness
to swallow you ...
pretty words could wash the blood
from your hands
like they could erase the rage
and the moments you chose violence
to feel somethin
to prove that
you weren't fuckin empty
yes…there are echos here
where anger sometimes lives
but…
shut up…
how bout the mirror
that you shattered
just to feel the sting
of broken glass
how bout the way
you'd scream into pillows
tryin to drown out
the sounds in your head
how bout the ways
you would beg darkness
to swallow you ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#healing #PersonalGrowth
#healing #PersonalGrowth
35 reads
2 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 11:56pm
4th Feb 2025 11:56pm
blood and ink/monster and poet
I remember what you did
in all those nameless bars
shakin…sweatin…
thru another blackout sunrise
remember how steady your hands were
pourin shots while she packed
while she walked out
and took the kids
but do you remember moonlight
and how it danced across broken glass
how you watched dawn paint gold
across your wreckage
felt the touch of sunlight
and how it could turn shame into resurrection?
I remember when
you’d trade one darkness for another
when you found new warm bodies
to numb the cold ...
in all those nameless bars
shakin…sweatin…
thru another blackout sunrise
remember how steady your hands were
pourin shots while she packed
while she walked out
and took the kids
but do you remember moonlight
and how it danced across broken glass
how you watched dawn paint gold
across your wreckage
felt the touch of sunlight
and how it could turn shame into resurrection?
I remember when
you’d trade one darkness for another
when you found new warm bodies
to numb the cold ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#bipolar
#healing
#PersonalGrowth
76 reads
9 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 00:17am
4th Feb 2025 00:17am
I choose my nightmares wisely
the doctor writes me a script
for one of the few drugs I’m not on
and I need them to stop this—
the silver shivers
the waves of nausea that journey
volatile seas in inadequate rafts
sometimes I wonder if life
would be different without pills
as I take stock of my body
how I lay at a 45 degree angle
feeling as if the bed is a millstone
nightly grinding away parts
of my life and my spine
how the atrophy in my muscles
is setting in, and I feel it every time
I...
for one of the few drugs I’m not on
and I need them to stop this—
the silver shivers
the waves of nausea that journey
volatile seas in inadequate rafts
sometimes I wonder if life
would be different without pills
as I take stock of my body
how I lay at a 45 degree angle
feeling as if the bed is a millstone
nightly grinding away parts
of my life and my spine
how the atrophy in my muscles
is setting in, and I feel it every time
I...
#illness
#nightmares
#SelfReflection #StreamOfConsciousness
#SelfReflection #StreamOfConsciousness
93 reads
4 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 9:06am
2nd Feb 2025 9:06am
Best Version
Despite all the turmoil and despair in the world right now, I’m glad I got DU. It’s my comfort zone, where I get to visit my fellow poets/poetesses. When I first got here a lot of the members said, “Welcome to this dysfunctional family.”
I haven’t seen much dysfunction, really. I’ve seen creative people being creative, and supportive of each other. Is there family drama? I would say yes, you can’t put this many creative and talented people together and not have friction from time to time.
I’ve kinda made it a priority of getting to know the writers, behind...
I haven’t seen much dysfunction, really. I’ve seen creative people being creative, and supportive of each other. Is there family drama? I would say yes, you can’t put this many creative and talented people together and not have friction from time to time.
I’ve kinda made it a priority of getting to know the writers, behind...
#confessional
122 reads
20 Comments
Her
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 12:26pm
1st Feb 2025 12:26pm
All Me
THIS POST IS TO SHOW THAT I’M UNAFRAID
BECAUSE I’M BEING STALKED
I DID’NT WANT TO CONTINUE TO SHARE THIS
I’ve been plagiarized
I’ve had my style copied
If I try something new, it’s copied
(sometimes immediately after I post)
There was a time I wondered if I should be flattered
Then I was angry
Now it means nothing to me
I recognize how threatened people who do those things feel
My avatar is my own so readers know that I’m real
Makeup and naked-faced, I’ve shown both ...
BECAUSE I’M BEING STALKED
I DID’NT WANT TO CONTINUE TO SHARE THIS
I’ve been plagiarized
I’ve had my style copied
If I try something new, it’s copied
(sometimes immediately after I post)
There was a time I wondered if I should be flattered
Then I was angry
Now it means nothing to me
I recognize how threatened people who do those things feel
My avatar is my own so readers know that I’m real
Makeup and naked-faced, I’ve shown both ...
#confessional
#myself
182 reads
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 6:10am
30th Jan 2025 6:10am
it's not Halloween but this ghost costume still fits
Don't look at me
don't talk to me
I have nothing, NOTHING
to say
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO
I'm worse that that
I'm a head full of stagnant air
empty at least has potential
but stagnant is where
brainwaves go to die
I think all my important brainwaves have died
I tried to read an essay
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up
because it turns out I really hate
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that
is that I now...
don't talk to me
I have nothing, NOTHING
to say
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO
I'm worse that that
I'm a head full of stagnant air
empty at least has potential
but stagnant is where
brainwaves go to die
I think all my important brainwaves have died
I tried to read an essay
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up
because it turns out I really hate
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that
is that I now...
#boredom
#depression
#myself
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
76 reads
4 Comments
OccultCatalyst
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 6:31pm
28th Jan 2025 6:31pm
Existence.exe
Who can kill what wasn’t created? I just wish an angel would come forth,
But in actuality the better vibe was a demon to show me my worth,
Though I hold this hollow Death Note, my name is the only thing you’ll see wrote,
I do not do politics, I do not vote, I only laugh at the razor being held at my throat,
The loss of my sanity, I’m rewriting history, redefining insanity.
I’m the king of the cursed, the architect of my pain,
Sisyphus reincarnated, but I thrive in the strain.
The boulders I carry, they sing with my scars,
Every crack in my soul’s...
But in actuality the better vibe was a demon to show me my worth,
Though I hold this hollow Death Note, my name is the only thing you’ll see wrote,
I do not do politics, I do not vote, I only laugh at the razor being held at my throat,
The loss of my sanity, I’m rewriting history, redefining insanity.
I’m the king of the cursed, the architect of my pain,
Sisyphus reincarnated, but I thrive in the strain.
The boulders I carry, they sing with my scars,
Every crack in my soul’s...
#apathy
#dark
#emptiness #loneliness
#emptiness #loneliness
58 reads
0 Comments
tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 9:00pm
27th Jan 2025 9:00pm
I hope to see you there
Gentle air fills dying lungs
Under blue skies and bitter chill
Folk tunes playing through blown out speakers
Nervousness fills aching bones
Picking lint off of an expensive sweater without breaking eye contact
How did I get here?
Years of dreaming was never enough
Restlessness and addiction kept me stuck
Until the final push from the one who promised to never let me fall
An open door to the visions that have flooded my brain since adolescence
A bigger view caused for an emotional afternoon
But who am I to...
Under blue skies and bitter chill
Folk tunes playing through blown out speakers
Nervousness fills aching bones
Picking lint off of an expensive sweater without breaking eye contact
How did I get here?
Years of dreaming was never enough
Restlessness and addiction kept me stuck
Until the final push from the one who promised to never let me fall
An open door to the visions that have flooded my brain since adolescence
A bigger view caused for an emotional afternoon
But who am I to...
#choices
#hope
#identity
#mirror
#SelfReflection
57 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 12:39pm
22nd Jan 2025 12:39pm
Challenges that tested your spirit
Challenges that have tested your spirit and even your own way of thinking, but yet it's still apart of life. For there will always, be challenges in this cycle of life whether, we want to believe it or not for it's still apart of life. For it's imperative for us to truly understand that it's those things that we face that could change on how we view the world and our lives. For example the landscape as change in retrospective to how we choose to live our lives, man to woman and woman to man. But yet it didn't stop there, for now there are those things that we may never truly understand, yet...
#dialogue
#emotional
#metaphor
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
57 reads
0 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 4:56pm
20th Jan 2025 4:56pm
Stillness
He asks, "What's on your mind?"
I respond with nothing,
but the silence betrays me—
he sees it in my eyes, the quiet
drift of thought. So again, he asks,
"What's on your mind?"
And I answer, simply, "Life."
He wants to know more,
to pull me from my reverie,
but he knows better
than to break the stillness.
Let me be, lost in wonder,
staring through the window
at the passing trees,
the strangers in their cars,
the signs, the void of motion.
I'm not rude, I’m just...
I respond with nothing,
but the silence betrays me—
he sees it in my eyes, the quiet
drift of thought. So again, he asks,
"What's on your mind?"
And I answer, simply, "Life."
He wants to know more,
to pull me from my reverie,
but he knows better
than to break the stillness.
Let me be, lost in wonder,
staring through the window
at the passing trees,
the strangers in their cars,
the signs, the void of motion.
I'm not rude, I’m just...
#identity
#learning
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
63 reads
0 Comments
Damselinhandcuffs
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 5:31am
20th Jan 2025 5:31am
The Loneliest Constellation
How can one be so lonely from the beginning,
From the cellular start
Before the tongue and breath have formed, before the light touches the baby
Maybe it was rotting in the marrow of my bitter father,
Tortured in a nebula of his own mind and violence
The infant understanding selfishness in the winning of all this existence
Yes, I should have let a son take my place
...
From the cellular start
Before the tongue and breath have formed, before the light touches the baby
Maybe it was rotting in the marrow of my bitter father,
Tortured in a nebula of his own mind and violence
The infant understanding selfishness in the winning of all this existence
Yes, I should have let a son take my place
...
#escape
#LifeCycle
#relationships
#loneliness
#universe
69 reads
4 Comments
darkcloud68
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 10:40pm
19th Jan 2025 10:40pm
At Your Alter
Most high I am at your alter, your Soulja tried and true. My heart never falters I stand tall because I am you.
I keep my crown in heaven because hell is a place my feet has already walk through. I keep the sun in my heart as I rise and paint the sky blue.
I have fought internal battles so can you count the multitude of demons that I have slew. How can a bird cry about a sky he never flew.
I danced on the battlefield where the cold winds blew. So how could I find the warmth of love if I have not found no fire in you.
I sailed the sea with...
I keep my crown in heaven because hell is a place my feet has already walk through. I keep the sun in my heart as I rise and paint the sky blue.
I have fought internal battles so can you count the multitude of demons that I have slew. How can a bird cry about a sky he never flew.
I danced on the battlefield where the cold winds blew. So how could I find the warmth of love if I have not found no fire in you.
I sailed the sea with...
#acceptance
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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