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.
sudden illness and a nurse
Sudden illness and a nurse
it is Saturday, the air has a whiff of spring
and I was too tired to go to the bakery
to get my, one a week Danish Pastry
It was a week when my wife ended up in
hospital, I knew what was wrong with her
but I was overruled by the health doctor
In the evening, as I was having a glass of wine
and a forbidden cigarette on the balcony
prepared for a calm evening, a knock on
the door of the unwanted.
A couple related to my wife came to visit
her at the hospital (I think my wife rang)
the...
it is Saturday, the air has a whiff of spring
and I was too tired to go to the bakery
to get my, one a week Danish Pastry
It was a week when my wife ended up in
hospital, I knew what was wrong with her
but I was overruled by the health doctor
In the evening, as I was having a glass of wine
and a forbidden cigarette on the balcony
prepared for a calm evening, a knock on
the door of the unwanted.
A couple related to my wife came to visit
her at the hospital (I think my wife rang)
the...
#courage
#forgiveness
#admiration #emotions
#admiration #emotions
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It’s Time
Someone here said it perfectly
“Grief and loss
Get more attention than joy”
I no longer want to be guilty
Of giving grief more of my time
Than it deserves
It’s about time for me
To pull my head
Out of my ass
Stop wallowing
And get on
With the business
Of living
And loving again
I could concentrate
On the pain
But I’d rather
Pay attention
To...
“Grief and loss
Get more attention than joy”
I no longer want to be guilty
Of giving grief more of my time
Than it deserves
It’s about time for me
To pull my head
Out of my ass
Stop wallowing
And get on
With the business
Of living
And loving again
I could concentrate
On the pain
But I’d rather
Pay attention
To...
#happiness
#love
#breakup
#SelfReflection
#gratitude
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disposable...
he...a euphemism for one...& then another...& another
came into her life with a vengeance
his attentions bringing glowing smiles & eliciting sighs
making her days magically shiny & beautifully bright
so many hours spent together
taking long walks in the park
sharing picnics beneath trees
holding hands in the car...
driving leisurely down gravel coated country roads
...just for the chance to be together
and the way his eyes always sought her out in a crowd
lighting up & immediately filling with love ...
came into her life with a vengeance
his attentions bringing glowing smiles & eliciting sighs
making her days magically shiny & beautifully bright
so many hours spent together
taking long walks in the park
sharing picnics beneath trees
holding hands in the car...
driving leisurely down gravel coated country roads
...just for the chance to be together
and the way his eyes always sought her out in a crowd
lighting up & immediately filling with love ...
#love
#learning
#SelfReflection #healing
#SelfReflection #healing
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A Bad Poem
If I wrote you a really bad poem
Would you be honest and tell me truth
As I explore different ways and forms
I want to be sure I’m making good use
Trying out new things to expand my mind
And eventually write you better verses
But you’ll notice that I’ll code my verses
Getting lost in the meaning of the poem
Even then you don’t really seem to mind
Because within the lines I conceal the truth
It’s true, my poetry is my journal put to use
As I explore different ways and forms
And when I’ve tried new ways and forms
I’ve...
Would you be honest and tell me truth
As I explore different ways and forms
I want to be sure I’m making good use
Trying out new things to expand my mind
And eventually write you better verses
But you’ll notice that I’ll code my verses
Getting lost in the meaning of the poem
Even then you don’t really seem to mind
Because within the lines I conceal the truth
It’s true, my poetry is my journal put to use
As I explore different ways and forms
And when I’ve tried new ways and forms
I’ve...
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2019
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Yeah, I Could but I’m Not
My sister lives in Cali
Constantly trying to keep up
By all appearances
She has the perfect face and body
Sends me selfies all the time
Questioning if she looks sexy
Be yourself
I swear, if I say it one more time
I'm going to have to make it a trademark
Her response is always the same
I can't, I live in LA
I cannot
For the life of me
Understand why anyone
Would live their life
Under such immense pressure
I could get...
Constantly trying to keep up
By all appearances
She has the perfect face and body
Sends me selfies all the time
Questioning if she looks sexy
Be yourself
I swear, if I say it one more time
I'm going to have to make it a trademark
Her response is always the same
I can't, I live in LA
I cannot
For the life of me
Understand why anyone
Would live their life
Under such immense pressure
I could get...
#happiness
#SelfWorth
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List #9: Travel Destinations
1. Dubai. I love wealth and the intensity of extremes. I want to ride the world's fastest roller coaster, go snow skiing inside on a 100 degree day, watch Dubai's fountains put the Bellagio's to shame, and, I don't know, maybe ride a camel. Nah. I'll pass on that.
2. Tromso, Norway. Northern most college town in the world. Art. Culture. Polar bears in the streets (not too close, please). Northern lights. Magical, stunning cold.
3. Miami, FL. My homeland. I haven't been to Miami in 30 years. I've been to Boca Raton, Orlando, Jacksonville and Ft. Lauderdale, but for some...
2. Tromso, Norway. Northern most college town in the world. Art. Culture. Polar bears in the streets (not too close, please). Northern lights. Magical, stunning cold.
3. Miami, FL. My homeland. I haven't been to Miami in 30 years. I've been to Boca Raton, Orlando, Jacksonville and Ft. Lauderdale, but for some...
#travel
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power of investment
he used to tell me...when it comes to love
the one least invested has the most power
I resented it at the time
it made me so angry...
...so hurt
guess that shows where I fell in our equation...
in the end...turns out he was right
truth is...love is only as real as we allow it
and not everyone has the same capacity
...translation...
...or the will
but my mushy heart will gleefully fall
regardless of how unlikely it may turn out
because I feel most alive when I'm giving
when the glow warms my entire...
the one least invested has the most power
I resented it at the time
it made me so angry...
...so hurt
guess that shows where I fell in our equation...
in the end...turns out he was right
truth is...love is only as real as we allow it
and not everyone has the same capacity
...translation...
...or the will
but my mushy heart will gleefully fall
regardless of how unlikely it may turn out
because I feel most alive when I'm giving
when the glow warms my entire...
#abuse
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#manipulation
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(34) Silent Suicide 01.21.24 @ 1:13pm
Shadows feed off my self esteem.
Depression ignites by the line.
Shattered glass pipes, life’s bleak.
Line after line, I’m feeling weak.
Sorrow on the rocks, tequila sunrise.
Every loss adds on to the pain.
Everything in life is on record, nothing’s private.
Searching for life’s purpose in a slurred point of view.
Trapped in an endless cycle of stimulant abuse.
If not for my addictions, would this nightmare intrigue you?
Three years soon became a decade.
The constant attempt to escape my reality.
Sadness reflects...
Depression ignites by the line.
Shattered glass pipes, life’s bleak.
Line after line, I’m feeling weak.
Sorrow on the rocks, tequila sunrise.
Every loss adds on to the pain.
Everything in life is on record, nothing’s private.
Searching for life’s purpose in a slurred point of view.
Trapped in an endless cycle of stimulant abuse.
If not for my addictions, would this nightmare intrigue you?
Three years soon became a decade.
The constant attempt to escape my reality.
Sadness reflects...
#SelfReflection
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Damaged Goods
her body language said it all
she wanted to stay..
and if truth be told...i wanted her to stay
but while sticking to the truth
i knew we were two strays
seeking some form of...redemption..
maybe that's not the best word
but it's all this shell of a man can spare in this moment
fresh of the break up with my daughter's mother
all i could do was drink party and drown my failures
in Seagram's Gin, loud music and new pussy..
fucking for the sake of forgetfulness..
life...
she wanted to stay..
and if truth be told...i wanted her to stay
but while sticking to the truth
i knew we were two strays
seeking some form of...redemption..
maybe that's not the best word
but it's all this shell of a man can spare in this moment
fresh of the break up with my daughter's mother
all i could do was drink party and drown my failures
in Seagram's Gin, loud music and new pussy..
fucking for the sake of forgetfulness..
life...
#regret
#breakup
#alcohol
#honesty
#nonfiction
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Inertia Creeps
There is nothing to console this poor wretched soul.
Nothing to make up for what I have done.
I will always crawl under the wrath of this mischievous God.
Yesterday I had sex with my loved one.
And then there was his sperm.
There was flood.
It pissed off everyone around.
Look at this head of mine.
I carry it all the time around.
Nobody can read it.
Inside a hermetic system.
Ohh what a blessingg.
Have you ever wondered how far you would go for what you love.
Like...have you ever wondered.
Look at me...
Nothing to make up for what I have done.
I will always crawl under the wrath of this mischievous God.
Yesterday I had sex with my loved one.
And then there was his sperm.
There was flood.
It pissed off everyone around.
Look at this head of mine.
I carry it all the time around.
Nobody can read it.
Inside a hermetic system.
Ohh what a blessingg.
Have you ever wondered how far you would go for what you love.
Like...have you ever wondered.
Look at me...
#SelfReflection
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Tell It To The Bees
When I was eight, a bee stung my face.
Tangled itself in my hair
saw me as an enemy
and shot hot venom into my skin.
My Mother ran to her screaming kid
as a moment of pure panic erupted
on Sunday’s lawn,
but the damage was done
my head throbbing, numb
where a bruise turned a vivid shade
of violet, as bold as my new fear
of small latching insects.
Fast forward thirty years
and I...
Tangled itself in my hair
saw me as an enemy
and shot hot venom into my skin.
My Mother ran to her screaming kid
as a moment of pure panic erupted
on Sunday’s lawn,
but the damage was done
my head throbbing, numb
where a bruise turned a vivid shade
of violet, as bold as my new fear
of small latching insects.
Fast forward thirty years
and I...
#illness
#bees
#disability
#StreamOfConsciousness
#fear
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THROUGH TIMES EVAPORATIVE HEALING TOUCH (time, date & place unknown?)
my heart my mind
my eyes
hold tears
they cannot yet release
express nor cry
long trapped beneath
my early childhood s
and adolescent s
now long passed
long lapsed
though somehow
still ongoing
haunted crumbled ruins
entombed in sleep
long buried and hid away
so deeply self compartmentalized
in subconscious paralysis
long frozen from some
long suppressed early fear
or long forgotten
inner pain ...
my eyes
hold tears
they cannot yet release
express nor cry
long trapped beneath
my early childhood s
and adolescent s
now long passed
long lapsed
though somehow
still ongoing
haunted crumbled ruins
entombed in sleep
long buried and hid away
so deeply self compartmentalized
in subconscious paralysis
long frozen from some
long suppressed early fear
or long forgotten
inner pain ...
#teens
#childhood
#TimeHeals
#learning
#aging
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