Poems about Identity
#identity
Exploring the meaning of identity within our society. Identity poems explore our personality, uniqueness and lifestyle choices to find out what gives individuals, groups and sub-cultures their identity.
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
Today 8:17am
Today 8:17am
storms never last
what walls
can
oppression,
intolerance
build
uninterrupted,
those willing
to sell
their values,
boundaries
set by
the minds
of ignorance,
but, there
are some
that can
see scenes
further away,
strength
in their
convictions,
one voice
can begin
to change
many, and
then change
can happen.
can
oppression,
intolerance
build
uninterrupted,
those willing
to sell
their values,
boundaries
set by
the minds
of ignorance,
but, there
are some
that can
see scenes
further away,
strength
in their
convictions,
one voice
can begin
to change
many, and
then change
can happen.
#culture
#freedom
#identity
#morality
#politics
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PAR
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 2:10pm
18th Nov 2024 2:10pm
playing within
When the lights are dim
and the crowd’s all gone
keep the game alive
play on and on.
No need for a stage
or a roaring cheer
the heart of the game
is always here.
In the silence,
moves are made
passes thrown
in a hidden parade.
Invisible victories
unseen sweat
chasing dreams
with no regret.
Under the stars
with no eyes to see.
The spirit of play runs
wild and free.
Every shot a whisper
every goal a ghost.
In the quiet night
you’re playing the...
and the crowd’s all gone
keep the game alive
play on and on.
No need for a stage
or a roaring cheer
the heart of the game
is always here.
In the silence,
moves are made
passes thrown
in a hidden parade.
Invisible victories
unseen sweat
chasing dreams
with no regret.
Under the stars
with no eyes to see.
The spirit of play runs
wild and free.
Every shot a whisper
every goal a ghost.
In the quiet night
you’re playing the...
#fire
#identity
#silence
#water
#WritingPoetry
42 reads
6 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 2:34pm
16th Nov 2024 2:34pm
A New Bag
A new bag of interest chewing on my taste buds
Letting my hair down in poetic darkness
In search of older women who dig Arbuckle
And chicken noodle soup and making love
At sundown and listening to Porter Wagoner
Drinking Budweiser from a tin can
Letting my hair down in poetic darkness
In search of older women who dig Arbuckle
And chicken noodle soup and making love
At sundown and listening to Porter Wagoner
Drinking Budweiser from a tin can
#identity
#philosophical
57 reads
4 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 9:35pm
15th Nov 2024 9:35pm
Homage to Figures of Art and Poetry
Barons of masterful verse,
your words are beautiful gardens
watered by rains of oblivion,
where vivid dreams dissolve
and life writhes unseen
like breath folded into air,
or rivers merging into streams.
Shakespeare,
you are a mirror of shadow and grace.
Angels whisper in your lines,
their tender voices echo
through pine-darkened countries
and the glaciers of time.
Dante,
you sing through infernal nights,
casting the lone light of a crucifix.
Prayers rise from despair,
exhaled like smoke, ...
your words are beautiful gardens
watered by rains of oblivion,
where vivid dreams dissolve
and life writhes unseen
like breath folded into air,
or rivers merging into streams.
Shakespeare,
you are a mirror of shadow and grace.
Angels whisper in your lines,
their tender voices echo
through pine-darkened countries
and the glaciers of time.
Dante,
you sing through infernal nights,
casting the lone light of a crucifix.
Prayers rise from despair,
exhaled like smoke, ...
#art
#beauty
#identity
#StreamOfConsciousness
#WritingPoetry
23 reads
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Nixprty
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 3:29pm
14th Nov 2024 3:29pm
Buried Above Ground
Can you make a person disappear?
Forgotten,
Such a similar word,
But so very different.
Gone from the eyes,
Still buzzing in the blood.
Can you bury someone deep enough,
You’ll never fear they will one day crawl back out?
If I find myself beneath the layers of earth,
Deeper than hell itself entailed,
Will I ever one day find myself once again in a pale sunrise?
My deep is blacker than shadows,
It tastes like chalky dirt and age.
Yet I am sure,
As...
Forgotten,
Such a similar word,
But so very different.
Gone from the eyes,
Still buzzing in the blood.
Can you bury someone deep enough,
You’ll never fear they will one day crawl back out?
If I find myself beneath the layers of earth,
Deeper than hell itself entailed,
Will I ever one day find myself once again in a pale sunrise?
My deep is blacker than shadows,
It tastes like chalky dirt and age.
Yet I am sure,
As...
#bittersweet
#hate
#identity
#SelfWorth
#suffering
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BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Bumped 14th Nov 2024 1:48pm
19th Sep 2023 1:53am
19th Sep 2023 1:53am
The Flowers
I've known 1,000 crooks
read 10,000 books
still like my whiskey with sour
took 500 aims
at my 5,000,000 blames
as I sit all alone at the fire
my hands are now cold
but my heart is still bold
waiting on some newfound desire
if I don't think quick
i just might miss
my opportunity to fuck up the flowers
it's been 700 months
i met 31 monks
not one of them had a thing to say
i poured 20,000 baths
to clean...
read 10,000 books
still like my whiskey with sour
took 500 aims
at my 5,000,000 blames
as I sit all alone at the fire
my hands are now cold
but my heart is still bold
waiting on some newfound desire
if I don't think quick
i just might miss
my opportunity to fuck up the flowers
it's been 700 months
i met 31 monks
not one of them had a thing to say
i poured 20,000 baths
to clean...
#anxiety
#depression
#identity
#SelfHarm
#SelfWorth
455 reads
21 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 3:39pm
13th Nov 2024 3:39pm
Self Portrait Unknown Artist
Calling card
Lips
Shadow beard
Abstraction
Other face parts
Donated to charity
Lips
Shadow beard
Abstraction
Other face parts
Donated to charity
#art
#identity
#minimalist #mystery
#minimalist #mystery
108 reads
21 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 8:59pm
10th Nov 2024 8:59pm
Now That I'm Forty
Imperfection is beautiful.
I will not detest my body.
These curves define my landscape,
a terrain naturally sculpted
with bulges pleasing to the touch.
My flesh and bone are a diary of existence,
each year etching its tale.
Time, that relentless artist,
sculpts on without pause.
This body—a marvel,
a wild, unfathomable miracle—is mine.
With hands, heart, and sinew,
I stretch into the world
as a giver, a healer,
soil for sowing comfort and joy.
I spread my legs as a...
I will not detest my body.
These curves define my landscape,
a terrain naturally sculpted
with bulges pleasing to the touch.
My flesh and bone are a diary of existence,
each year etching its tale.
Time, that relentless artist,
sculpts on without pause.
This body—a marvel,
a wild, unfathomable miracle—is mine.
With hands, heart, and sinew,
I stretch into the world
as a giver, a healer,
soil for sowing comfort and joy.
I spread my legs as a...
#identity
#passion
#sex
177 reads
5 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 10th Nov 2024 6:33am
22nd Dec 2020 5:00am
22nd Dec 2020 5:00am
Out of the Vortex
It starts somewhere over the horizon, the notion is gathering energy and speed, the
sound of motion is rising from the silence, drawing strength inward along with
. anything it needs. Then it accelerates unexpectedly, with
. . oscillating velocity, twisting and looping divergently, in
. turbulent complex formations with uncontrolled ferocity. There .
) is a collision of unique vibrations, kinetic, frenetic,...
sound of motion is rising from the silence, drawing strength inward along with
. anything it needs. Then it accelerates unexpectedly, with
. . oscillating velocity, twisting and looping divergently, in
. turbulent complex formations with uncontrolled ferocity. There .
) is a collision of unique vibrations, kinetic, frenetic,...
#identity
#confessional
#myself #WritingPoetry
#myself #WritingPoetry
602 reads
14 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 00:25am
10th Nov 2024 00:25am
I Wanna Be A…
I Wanna Be A…
So I’m just a rock star
Trying to get on the stage
Thunder from under the auditorium
Broken string that I play
I’m just getting started don’t tempt me
Sit in the audience and listen
Feel like I can be one of them
I can be almost as good as them
Good enough for me and then some
I can slay a dragon if you let me
I can be your demon if that’s what you want me to be
I can be a friar serving penance for the congregation
All I want to be is a rock star
I know this will not...
So I’m just a rock star
Trying to get on the stage
Thunder from under the auditorium
Broken string that I play
I’m just getting started don’t tempt me
Sit in the audience and listen
Feel like I can be one of them
I can be almost as good as them
Good enough for me and then some
I can slay a dragon if you let me
I can be your demon if that’s what you want me to be
I can be a friar serving penance for the congregation
All I want to be is a rock star
I know this will not...
#culture
#identity
#music
30 reads
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 11:01am
9th Nov 2024 11:01am
Extreme Little Big Man Syndrome
Here comes the little man
He's really fucking short
Bitter from an early age
Wasn't born a midget or even a dwarf
Never liked having to look up
Every time he needed to speak
They assumed he was an overgrown kid
He's about the height of someone's ass cheeks
Angry little man takes revenge
On the world that wronged him
Doesn't like the short jokes
Wished often for longer limbs
One day while working at his menial job
He snapped and kidnaps the secretary
A fairly attractive woman
Ties her up, gags her, oh...
He's really fucking short
Bitter from an early age
Wasn't born a midget or even a dwarf
Never liked having to look up
Every time he needed to speak
They assumed he was an overgrown kid
He's about the height of someone's ass cheeks
Angry little man takes revenge
On the world that wronged him
Doesn't like the short jokes
Wished often for longer limbs
One day while working at his menial job
He snapped and kidnaps the secretary
A fairly attractive woman
Ties her up, gags her, oh...
#anger
#funny
#identity
#MentalHealth
#rhyming
70 reads
11 Comments
oraclesight
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 6:12am
9th Nov 2024 6:12am
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The revolutionization of a thought complex
Takes its time in the summer once.
The speed of velocity spits choir
In pulling me into an acquired chase.
I lay into the matter of the clay.
I am the branch of indubitably, so
May mention to the miniscule.
"Stay."
I said within my thunder once;
I am entitled, I mew too, kneel
The tornado to come home another day.
~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•
Fast
As...
Takes its time in the summer once.
The speed of velocity spits choir
In pulling me into an acquired chase.
I lay into the matter of the clay.
I am the branch of indubitably, so
May mention to the miniscule.
"Stay."
I said within my thunder once;
I am entitled, I mew too, kneel
The tornado to come home another day.
~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•
Fast
As...
#identity
45 reads
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