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.
Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
Today 1:45pm
Today 1:45pm
Things I’ve Injured This Year
punched my signature
into 6mm plate-steel
broke my right hand in three places
shattered the knuckle
needs surgery
told to have 6 weeks off
walked back into work
6 hours later
swelling won’t go down
my pain doesn’t matter
never has
tore the facia in my left heel
partially off the bone ...
into 6mm plate-steel
broke my right hand in three places
shattered the knuckle
needs surgery
told to have 6 weeks off
walked back into work
6 hours later
swelling won’t go down
my pain doesn’t matter
never has
tore the facia in my left heel
partially off the bone ...
#hurt
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Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:33pm
Yesterday 9:33pm
Broken People, Breaking Themselves
Jealousy in too high a dose
bends you over a table
the one you stub your toe on
then falls into
a moment you run on tangents
stitch together things
we drag around like anchors
hopes and dreams
things unwritten that never had a chance
but
I've staked my life on the affections
of vandalized women
more times than "I told you so's"
would dare dream of
she loves you fierce
hard and rough in the right places
a suicide bomber
smoking charred beauty
a...
bends you over a table
the one you stub your toe on
then falls into
a moment you run on tangents
stitch together things
we drag around like anchors
hopes and dreams
things unwritten that never had a chance
but
I've staked my life on the affections
of vandalized women
more times than "I told you so's"
would dare dream of
she loves you fierce
hard and rough in the right places
a suicide bomber
smoking charred beauty
a...
#disappointment
#bittersweet
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Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
29th Jun 2022 8:51pm
29th Jun 2022 8:51pm
Full Stream Of Piss, I meant Consciousness
You worry about some strange things she said her hand stroking the hair on my chest, the other curled around my thickening cock to try and convince me she should be my worry my muse
I think about that
worry on the edges of it
until it’s a polished pebble
until it’s a thought that’s repetitive
until
until
until I realise the futility of the worry
can’t change people without insanity and investment
of time, of energy and all the resources I use to simply exist
my rage simmers below the surface
a...
I think about that
worry on the edges of it
until it’s a polished pebble
until it’s a thought that’s repetitive
until
until
until I realise the futility of the worry
can’t change people without insanity and investment
of time, of energy and all the resources I use to simply exist
my rage simmers below the surface
a...
#StreamOfConsciousness
#obsession
#weakness #vulnerability
#weakness #vulnerability
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
28th Jun 2022 6:14am
28th Jun 2022 6:14am
Taming My Inner Puppy
my father is behind the wheel
grumbling
we're supposed to be going to the airport
dropping off our rental car
it's the end of our Heavenly Mountain vacation
but first
we have to go back to the resort
because a certain nine year old
insists on goodbye to her ski instructor
again
we can't go through this every year
dad grumbles
it's not normal
mom shushes him
she likes that i'm a sensitive and affectionate child
who falls in love with everyone
that summer i'm at sleepaway camp for...
grumbling
we're supposed to be going to the airport
dropping off our rental car
it's the end of our Heavenly Mountain vacation
but first
we have to go back to the resort
because a certain nine year old
insists on goodbye to her ski instructor
again
we can't go through this every year
dad grumbles
it's not normal
mom shushes him
she likes that i'm a sensitive and affectionate child
who falls in love with everyone
that summer i'm at sleepaway camp for...
#love
#childhood
#family
#identity
#LifeStruggles
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Neoma
Poem Published
26th Jun 2022 7:02am
26th Jun 2022 7:02am
A Lovely Piece Of Writing
Of writin ♀️all of a sudden and religious much he decided to base just found out there's no left-hand me. But the only changes those in me a wheelwright. It's more I weren't no stranger to him. Yes, but nonetheless) Author’s note from it. And mental illness, etcetera continuity. By scanning my eye down New Orleans or elsewhere, once, On Exist. That's all. It's actually everything can be interpreted. That just tales you, he doesn't know me. Who is inside. In her their. I play to that image, just image isn't me. I'm into his I roll, and he liked it it ➡️which is...
#confessional
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Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
24th Jun 2022 3:05pm
24th Jun 2022 3:05pm
Broken (Why I Write)
I’ve tried to figure out
how and what and why
Keep coming back to cowardice
to ego
to wanting to be more than
the big dumb fuck that lifts heavy things
that can put a man out with one shot
fractured jaws
broke ribs
snapped wrists
damn near broke everything you can on a man (nearly did the same to myself)
sure they were different men
but I was good at what I did
I was loved, feared, respected, revered by guys that didn’t understand what drove me….
the shit felt good
felt like all the love I never...
how and what and why
Keep coming back to cowardice
to ego
to wanting to be more than
the big dumb fuck that lifts heavy things
that can put a man out with one shot
fractured jaws
broke ribs
snapped wrists
damn near broke everything you can on a man (nearly did the same to myself)
sure they were different men
but I was good at what I did
I was loved, feared, respected, revered by guys that didn’t understand what drove me….
the shit felt good
felt like all the love I never...
#grief
#despair
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BlkLyrycE
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2022 5:57pm
23rd Jun 2022 5:57pm
Be That Stimulation
I thrive off of stimulation
It’s inside my veins
Resides within the words that I write
Dances around me, although not with me
I searched for love everywhere and still have yet to find that feeling that is supposed to be at the pit of my stomach
Hurt and hurter, yes I have played devil as well as devil advocate
So if you seek some form of perfection
Imperfection is what resides here
My mind wonders, rolls from one side of my head to the other like waves on a windy day
And although sometimes my days may seem to blend together my...
It’s inside my veins
Resides within the words that I write
Dances around me, although not with me
I searched for love everywhere and still have yet to find that feeling that is supposed to be at the pit of my stomach
Hurt and hurter, yes I have played devil as well as devil advocate
So if you seek some form of perfection
Imperfection is what resides here
My mind wonders, rolls from one side of my head to the other like waves on a windy day
And although sometimes my days may seem to blend together my...
#love
#relationships
#myself #learning
#myself #learning
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Neoma
Poem Published
20th Jun 2022 6:11am
20th Jun 2022 6:11am
Yesterday Today
Everything cuts. I just have bravado so i m good at shrugging it off.
Everyone gets to me
My sister pushed me in my 1970s baby
carrier off the crayon table when i was 6
months old. Fractured my skull
Nothing cuts me. i already fell too hard
i m not the stranger
but i don't walk with no one
i wanna walk with everyone
i wanna do a...
Everyone gets to me
My sister pushed me in my 1970s baby
carrier off the crayon table when i was 6
months old. Fractured my skull
Nothing cuts me. i already fell too hard
i m not the stranger
but i don't walk with no one
i wanna walk with everyone
i wanna do a...
#dark
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Her
Poem Published
20th Jun 2022 6:06am
20th Jun 2022 6:06am
I Learned to Laugh
I learned to laugh...
When I tried to type my poem that day and I couldn't feel my hand.
When I dropped something because my hands were too weak to hold on and I knew my frustration would lead to self-loathing.
When the group texting stopped because I voiced my opinion because I found my voice again.
When I tried to explain what it felt like to be on my first date at fifty-three because I couldn't remember yesterday.
When I hit 21 surgeries in 2021.
When the one scar that people would finally see was the most jagged.
When...
When I tried to type my poem that day and I couldn't feel my hand.
When I dropped something because my hands were too weak to hold on and I knew my frustration would lead to self-loathing.
When the group texting stopped because I voiced my opinion because I found my voice again.
When I tried to explain what it felt like to be on my first date at fifty-three because I couldn't remember yesterday.
When I hit 21 surgeries in 2021.
When the one scar that people would finally see was the most jagged.
When...
#inspirational
#confessional
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
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Betty
Poem Published
19th Jun 2022 5:53pm
19th Jun 2022 5:53pm
Oh, good, more stupid shit: When bastards think of father's day
I hold a DNA kit in my hands
and can’t help but
wonder how that
conversation would go
after 36 years.
I went through a phase where
every man I looked at could
have been him .
I was convinced Stephen King
was my father,
because he writes
he’s really tall,
and he has dark hair.
I didn’t need much
to dream,
and dreaming is easy
when you’re that young.
Hope is easy when you’re
that young.
I searched men in
grocery...
and can’t help but
wonder how that
conversation would go
after 36 years.
I went through a phase where
every man I looked at could
have been him .
I was convinced Stephen King
was my father,
because he writes
he’s really tall,
and he has dark hair.
I didn’t need much
to dream,
and dreaming is easy
when you’re that young.
Hope is easy when you’re
that young.
I searched men in
grocery...
#dark
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Bluevelvete
Poem Published
15th Nov 2020 4:16pm
15th Nov 2020 4:16pm
our mischievous kinship
You loom.
Palpable in presence,
mischief that almost permeates,
so thick it lays
in laughter's swirling air
I only hear
Just those things needed
No longer plagued
with those cold disassociated ends.
Horrific dark, abated
Ohh, how fortunate
to a mind's unusual quirk
I actively listen,
at last, ready to ingest
all...
Palpable in presence,
mischief that almost permeates,
so thick it lays
in laughter's swirling air
I only hear
Just those things needed
No longer plagued
with those cold disassociated ends.
Horrific dark, abated
Ohh, how fortunate
to a mind's unusual quirk
I actively listen,
at last, ready to ingest
all...
#father
#memories
#IMissYou
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Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
17th Jun 2022 4:20am
17th Jun 2022 4:20am
Myself
Here's a thing about me
In the morning
I start off the day a beautiful Woman
My makeup is flawless
Or at least, flawless for the values of an
amateur like me, but really
I look really pretty
And then my Heart soars
I go out into the day
and I do my whole, “Jesus blinded by the
light,” thing
Which is a real thing that i do because
That's what i do
I can't help it
...
In the morning
I start off the day a beautiful Woman
My makeup is flawless
Or at least, flawless for the values of an
amateur like me, but really
I look really pretty
And then my Heart soars
I go out into the day
and I do my whole, “Jesus blinded by the
light,” thing
Which is a real thing that i do because
That's what i do
I can't help it
...
#happiness
#sadness
#love
#nature
#myself
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