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.
Unbeknownst
Alien
Alien
Poem Published
Today 7:28am
Today 7:28am
I'm sorry Mom, I'm tired
Is this all you got?
How come? I raised you to be a great student
Don't tell me you're already tired
Don't show me that face!"
Is this the life you want me to have?
A life full of problems and pressure?
A life that has never been happy and free?
A life full of books in front of me?
You want me to be the best
I did!... I gave all my best. I am the best
But for you... my best is still not enough
I cried a pale of blood and change my night to day and day to day
Just to make y'all happy and proud of me
...
How come? I raised you to be a great student
Don't tell me you're already tired
Don't show me that face!"
Is this the life you want me to have?
A life full of problems and pressure?
A life that has never been happy and free?
A life full of books in front of me?
You want me to be the best
I did!... I gave all my best. I am the best
But for you... my best is still not enough
I cried a pale of blood and change my night to day and day to day
Just to make y'all happy and proud of me
...
#depression
#mother
#ImSorry
#suicide
#school
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FeNyX
Poem Published
20th Feb 2019 12:46pm
20th Feb 2019 12:46pm
Blessed Immemorium
I invoke the right of self declination
To memorialize my passing
It was a dreadful day
Cold bleak and rainy
Vanity would say the gods tearing
Rent asunder at my demise
Thunderbolt searing headstone scarred
Roar of wind throwing all about
With tumult and detritus scattered
Tears shed in love and misery
The wind whipping all to frenzy
So rain mixed with sorrows brew
Three tears fall on hallowed ground anew
Once a farm of ages past
The ghosts howl their discontent
As the...
To memorialize my passing
It was a dreadful day
Cold bleak and rainy
Vanity would say the gods tearing
Rent asunder at my demise
Thunderbolt searing headstone scarred
Roar of wind throwing all about
With tumult and detritus scattered
Tears shed in love and misery
The wind whipping all to frenzy
So rain mixed with sorrows brew
Three tears fall on hallowed ground anew
Once a farm of ages past
The ghosts howl their discontent
As the...
#love
#death
#LifeStruggles
33 reads
12 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
18th Feb 2019 6:30am
18th Feb 2019 6:30am
Elena Salniker Waller: Family History
A name I was given that is derived from Helen, meaning the bright one and
The shining light. Beautiful like Helen of Troy, but I was named after my
Dad’s cousin Helen Greenberg Palkes, who went back to school and got her
Degree. She never gave up her dream of working with kids. I always stand
Proudly alongside her although she is no longer here, but I will always try
To let her legacy live on inside of me years later. She never let anyone deter
Her from what she was meant to do just because she was a woman ahead of
Her time. Her son Henry told...
The shining light. Beautiful like Helen of Troy, but I was named after my
Dad’s cousin Helen Greenberg Palkes, who went back to school and got her
Degree. She never gave up her dream of working with kids. I always stand
Proudly alongside her although she is no longer here, but I will always try
To let her legacy live on inside of me years later. She never let anyone deter
Her from what she was meant to do just because she was a woman ahead of
Her time. Her son Henry told...
#historical
#culture
37 reads
4 Comments
ArcanceOdist
Poem Published
13th Feb 2019 00:18am
13th Feb 2019 00:18am
A Profound Introspective Rumination
A Profound Introspective Rumination
So, it's been said repeatedly time and time again;
That there's a time to laugh and there's a time to mourn.
Nd there's time for giving less and there are moments for gaining more.
Supposedly there's a period for peace and there is an age of war.
But there's a problem, it's that the sands in our hourglass are running out expediently, so there isn't much time for anything anymore.
So, since that's the case I should probably just say goodbye to this cruel bitter-sweet world, here tonight, now shouldn't I?
I've...
So, it's been said repeatedly time and time again;
That there's a time to laugh and there's a time to mourn.
Nd there's time for giving less and there are moments for gaining more.
Supposedly there's a period for peace and there is an age of war.
But there's a problem, it's that the sands in our hourglass are running out expediently, so there isn't much time for anything anymore.
So, since that's the case I should probably just say goodbye to this cruel bitter-sweet world, here tonight, now shouldn't I?
I've...
#sadness
#dark
#PowerOfWords #emptiness
#PowerOfWords #emptiness
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PerfectSinner
Poem Published
11th Feb 2019 4:18pm
11th Feb 2019 4:18pm
Love Yourself
Live, learn and move ahead because we've all been burned
There's only so much you can give and not receive in return
Don't let it stress you out, view it as a bump in the road
Because it'll have you looking around the house looking for something to load
I know the whole situation girl, I know what he done
Ran game, lied and left you one deep with a son
You gave him everything and got nothing and that's a shame
Now looking at your own child's face brings back pain
Because when you see him, you see the man that did you so wrong
You get hard, harder...
There's only so much you can give and not receive in return
Don't let it stress you out, view it as a bump in the road
Because it'll have you looking around the house looking for something to load
I know the whole situation girl, I know what he done
Ran game, lied and left you one deep with a son
You gave him everything and got nothing and that's a shame
Now looking at your own child's face brings back pain
Because when you see him, you see the man that did you so wrong
You get hard, harder...
#love
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
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Floem
K-RO
K-RO
Poem Published
10th Feb 2019 7:44am
10th Feb 2019 7:44am
Mourning Sun
#strength
#motivational
#inspirational
35 reads
1 Comment
RexDurkin
Poem Published
10th Feb 2019 2:35am
10th Feb 2019 2:35am
Rex Durkin's 115th Dream
I once had a nightmare
I was being chased by a bear
Across the top of a frozen lake
I almost shit my dacks
When I heard the cracks
And felt the ground beneath me shake
As the lake broke apart
I was able to outsmart
The bear by going where the ice was thin
It knew if it followed me out
That there was no doubt
That it’s arse would surely fall in
I saw in the water below
Something swimming slow
A creature of an enormous scale
It put its eyeball up
As if to say ‘What's up”
I thought...
I was being chased by a bear
Across the top of a frozen lake
I almost shit my dacks
When I heard the cracks
And felt the ground beneath me shake
As the lake broke apart
I was able to outsmart
The bear by going where the ice was thin
It knew if it followed me out
That there was no doubt
That it’s arse would surely fall in
I saw in the water below
Something swimming slow
A creature of an enormous scale
It put its eyeball up
As if to say ‘What's up”
I thought...
#rhyming
#funny
#nightmares
32 reads
5 Comments
jenjames
Poem Published
10th Feb 2019 1:37am
10th Feb 2019 1:37am
They say us Cali Chicks
They say us Cali Chicks are fake
We sometimey, nonchalant, boogie
and
many other mean names
They say we always trying to get at a man’s coin
Pluck outta here
Every Cali Chick I know make their own
We hustle for ours we all got side gigs
Hustle hustle hustle hard
In Cali
It’s the only way you can afford to live
They say we aren’t real
We from the land of fantasies
La La Land
where everyone gets to be
EXACTLY
WHO
THEY
WANT
TO
BE
We...
We sometimey, nonchalant, boogie
and
many other mean names
They say we always trying to get at a man’s coin
Pluck outta here
Every Cali Chick I know make their own
We hustle for ours we all got side gigs
Hustle hustle hustle hard
In Cali
It’s the only way you can afford to live
They say we aren’t real
We from the land of fantasies
La La Land
where everyone gets to be
EXACTLY
WHO
THEY
WANT
TO
BE
We...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
52 reads
4 Comments
TheMuses22
Muse22
Muse22
Poem Published
9th Feb 2019 2:38am
9th Feb 2019 2:38am
Glaucoma
life was once believed to be
woven from meager strands
of grass, the Inca rope bridge
able to withstand
the weight of travel
perhaps now, she reasoned,
life was not an impossible feat
of engineering;
but rather a delicate chiffon
dress on one's wedding day
torn on thorny brush,
as passing as petals
in summer wind
or perhaps preserved
in a book of poems;
...
woven from meager strands
of grass, the Inca rope bridge
able to withstand
the weight of travel
perhaps now, she reasoned,
life was not an impossible feat
of engineering;
but rather a delicate chiffon
dress on one's wedding day
torn on thorny brush,
as passing as petals
in summer wind
or perhaps preserved
in a book of poems;
...
#SelfReflection
42 reads
4 Comments
ChosenTwo
Poem Published
8th Feb 2019 11:39am
8th Feb 2019 11:39am
My Mental Self Story
My Mental Self Story
My whole life I’ve been told my Dad is “Mentally Ill” we have so much documentation from doctors, he’s living off disability checks now at my sisters house and has been institutionalized over 50 (probably more) times. I always wondered why my older sister had undying loyalty towards him. Daddy’s girl, I thought, because of how my mind had been conditioned by the world to think. It had been also speculated that her unconditional love for him was because she, “got to meet the real him.” Me being the youngest and loyal to my mother I always took her point of view and...
My whole life I’ve been told my Dad is “Mentally Ill” we have so much documentation from doctors, he’s living off disability checks now at my sisters house and has been institutionalized over 50 (probably more) times. I always wondered why my older sister had undying loyalty towards him. Daddy’s girl, I thought, because of how my mind had been conditioned by the world to think. It had been also speculated that her unconditional love for him was because she, “got to meet the real him.” Me being the youngest and loyal to my mother I always took her point of view and...
#MentalHealth
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MUSOREREAGAN
Poem Published
6th Feb 2019 4:21am
6th Feb 2019 4:21am
2 IN 1
That humble guy..
That stubborn guy..
That clever guy..
That silly guy..
That guy with true love..
That guy with lust..
That guy who hates women..
That guy who loves sex...
That rich guy..
That poor guy..
That happy guy..
That sad guy...
That disciplined guy..
That indisciplined guy..
A friend to many..
An enemy to many..
That so called Christian guy..
That pagan guy in real life...
That respectful guy...
That disrespectful guy..
That introvert for life guy..
That extrovert for life guy.. ...
That stubborn guy..
That clever guy..
That silly guy..
That guy with true love..
That guy with lust..
That guy who hates women..
That guy who loves sex...
That rich guy..
That poor guy..
That happy guy..
That sad guy...
That disciplined guy..
That indisciplined guy..
A friend to many..
An enemy to many..
That so called Christian guy..
That pagan guy in real life...
That respectful guy...
That disrespectful guy..
That introvert for life guy..
That extrovert for life guy.. ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
59 reads
8 Comments
TrueLover
Meganne
Meganne
Poem Published
6th Feb 2019 3:23am
6th Feb 2019 3:23am
Mother
A mother is someone you’re supposed to be able to rely on to relive your stress and heart ache, but mine just seems to pile it on.
Im sorry I thought you were the adult in this scenario?!?
Sick of all your petty bullshit blaring through my brain like a skipping disc in the stereo.
I’m Facing every obstacle and challenge on my own,
a house without love just isn’t a home.
Drowning in this pool of hate and shame,
it’s a waste of time to start pointing fingers we both know you won’t take the blame.
We don’t have a relationship...
Im sorry I thought you were the adult in this scenario?!?
Sick of all your petty bullshit blaring through my brain like a skipping disc in the stereo.
I’m Facing every obstacle and challenge on my own,
a house without love just isn’t a home.
Drowning in this pool of hate and shame,
it’s a waste of time to start pointing fingers we both know you won’t take the blame.
We don’t have a relationship...
#depression
#loneliness
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