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.
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
Today 11:02am
Today 11:02am
Why is this time different
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ 🪬 SHAMAN 🪬 I would like to tell you about my life at the age of 16 years old, upon a trip to the South of Lynette Alabama that I was requested, to attend because.my aunt Big Mama told my grandparents that it was imperative, that I attended the family reunion. When I asked my grandmother WHY 🤔 I was told I have to wait until we got there, at the reunion of the family. When we finally arrived at Big Mama's house 🏠 and I still wondered why, it was imperative that I be...
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#identity
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 12:45pm
21st Feb 2025 12:45pm
I was told that I'm a criminal
I have a criminal mind
I have a criminal need
I have a criminal dependency
I need others to exist
I need a little help from my friends
I get help all the time from the strangest places
Every suicide
Every plane crash, car accident, overdose etc..
Everything helps me
I'm getting stronger every day
I'm feeling better about myself all the time
Before the medication my doctor put me on,
The person I cared about was myself
Now I see that others matter
Now I see things a lot differently
I think I'm growing inside
I was...
I have a criminal need
I have a criminal dependency
I need others to exist
I need a little help from my friends
I get help all the time from the strangest places
Every suicide
Every plane crash, car accident, overdose etc..
Everything helps me
I'm getting stronger every day
I'm feeling better about myself all the time
Before the medication my doctor put me on,
The person I cared about was myself
Now I see that others matter
Now I see things a lot differently
I think I'm growing inside
I was...
#dark
#healing
#identity
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery
66 reads
15 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 3:29pm
19th Feb 2025 3:29pm
Homegirl
You were meant to be a fleeting season,
But the hurt of losing you was beyond reason.
You opened my eyes to another's view,
Showed me a world I never knew.
It started with "Hi, I'm Karma"—
A warmth that radiated like the sun,
In your presence, everything felt right,
Our laughter echoing through the night.
Down Main Street, with music loud,
In my beetle, we stood proud.
Two teens, wild and free,
Conquering the world just you and me.
Carrying me home when I couldn’t stand,
Your...
But the hurt of losing you was beyond reason.
You opened my eyes to another's view,
Showed me a world I never knew.
It started with "Hi, I'm Karma"—
A warmth that radiated like the sun,
In your presence, everything felt right,
Our laughter echoing through the night.
Down Main Street, with music loud,
In my beetle, we stood proud.
Two teens, wild and free,
Conquering the world just you and me.
Carrying me home when I couldn’t stand,
Your...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#identity
#love
#support
60 reads
1 Comment
BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Bumped 18th Feb 2025 12:37pm
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
547 reads
21 Comments
Jade72
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 7:26pm
17th Feb 2025 7:26pm
Crossroads of my heart
Wich path to take at this stage of life
I thought I'd know which heart to show
But here I linger in this uncertain limbo
Torn between the warmth of love or traveling life solo
Part of me yearns for that special soul connection
To feel the love, the touch, the sweet oblivion
Of someone so dear, who'll cherish and adore
But another part of my heart values independence more
The freedom to roam, to soar life's breeze
To answer to none, to not ask please
Solitude's comfort, the peace that it brings
Is it proven to...
I thought I'd know which heart to show
But here I linger in this uncertain limbo
Torn between the warmth of love or traveling life solo
Part of me yearns for that special soul connection
To feel the love, the touch, the sweet oblivion
Of someone so dear, who'll cherish and adore
But another part of my heart values independence more
The freedom to roam, to soar life's breeze
To answer to none, to not ask please
Solitude's comfort, the peace that it brings
Is it proven to...
#identity
#love
#myself #TruthOfLife
#myself #TruthOfLife
90 reads
8 Comments
NoQuarter
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 11:48am
17th Feb 2025 11:48am
Muted Life
A pane of glass separates me from the world. Not literal, though sometimes I wish it were. Easier to explain. This is a different kind of barrier. A film over my senses. The vibrant shades of life muted, the clamor of voices distant, like listening to a symphony through thick walls. I know it's there. I can feel the vibrations, a faint tremor of feeling. But the melody, the full richness of experience, is lost to me.
I watch people—their easy laughter, their intertwined hands, the way they lean into conversations, fully present. I see it all, catalog it, analyze it. Words form in...
I watch people—their easy laughter, their intertwined hands, the way they lean into conversations, fully present. I see it all, catalog it, analyze it. Words form in...
#identity
#separation
#silence
63 reads
3 Comments
Onyxceila
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 10:49am
16th Feb 2025 10:49am
Lignified Soul
You found me nearly hollowed out.
A bag of bones upon the ground
My soul retreats into my pith
But not before you catch a glimpse
My soul hides within my core
For the light it had, it has no more
Your fingers and eyes begin to comb
Through the mess of flesh
Incaged in bone
You looked me over and sat me up
Then opened up my cranium
Dumped out the mush you found inside
repaired my breaks with linen binds
Then laughed as love
Welled within my eyes
There was no doubt, you were sure
You had siphoned...
A bag of bones upon the ground
My soul retreats into my pith
But not before you catch a glimpse
My soul hides within my core
For the light it had, it has no more
Your fingers and eyes begin to comb
Through the mess of flesh
Incaged in bone
You looked me over and sat me up
Then opened up my cranium
Dumped out the mush you found inside
repaired my breaks with linen binds
Then laughed as love
Welled within my eyes
There was no doubt, you were sure
You had siphoned...
#abuse
#emptiness
#identity #manipulation
#identity #manipulation
31 reads
2 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 8:42am
15th Feb 2025 8:42am
The Angry Box
I was a shy awkward kid, from about 4th grade through high school. I was never popular, to some I probably wasn’t recognized at all. Except, to be picked on by bullies who take pleasure in that sort of shakedown.
School is all about cliques, I’m sure everyone probably agrees on that to a certain extent. If it wasn’t for music, I wouldn’t have survived. I’m sure of that, it connected with my soul, it was my best friend at times.
I’m a dreamer, folks. That’s first and foremost. Creativity, music, lyrics, those were secondary attributes. Dreaming is where I...
School is all about cliques, I’m sure everyone probably agrees on that to a certain extent. If it wasn’t for music, I wouldn’t have survived. I’m sure of that, it connected with my soul, it was my best friend at times.
I’m a dreamer, folks. That’s first and foremost. Creativity, music, lyrics, those were secondary attributes. Dreaming is where I...
#identity
#philosophical
107 reads
19 Comments
COOPCAT
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 10:42pm
14th Feb 2025 10:42pm
A FACE
A face changes according to the shadow
From every look it meets
To please, to blend in, to be tender
Or hide, defend itself
So, between laughter and silences
Under each transformation
There is a truth, a reason
A single face remains and lights up.
From every look it meets
To please, to blend in, to be tender
Or hide, defend itself
So, between laughter and silences
Under each transformation
There is a truth, a reason
A single face remains and lights up.
#identity
48 reads
0 Comments
moon_bather
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 3:04am
13th Feb 2025 3:04am
Elon Musk Can Suck My Dick
The crumbling empire
Won’t stand
Much longer
The fortress walls
Are breaking, oh
So much faster
to you propagators
breeding lies
among blind eyes
keep pushing bullshit
keep having your fits
to succumb
to your master
OH...
ELON
you weak little insignificant delusional bitch
think you're important yet
you're just a little BITCH
I wave good-BYE
We do not need you
we recognize your nothingness
We wave good-BYE
Everyone is aware
of your bullshit ...
Won’t stand
Much longer
The fortress walls
Are breaking, oh
So much faster
to you propagators
breeding lies
among blind eyes
keep pushing bullshit
keep having your fits
to succumb
to your master
OH...
ELON
you weak little insignificant delusional bitch
think you're important yet
you're just a little BITCH
I wave good-BYE
We do not need you
we recognize your nothingness
We wave good-BYE
Everyone is aware
of your bullshit ...
#CallToAction
#freedom
#identity
#manipulation
#responsibility
76 reads
4 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 1:26am
13th Feb 2025 1:26am
Book's
I told him, take it all—
Just give me my books,
My refuge, my solace, my world.
Turning each page, tuning out the noise,
It’s just me and Bukowski’s words for the night.
While others sing nursery rhymes,
I read Poe to my children.
I thought it vital that they, too,
Could quote the verses that stir the soul—
To fall deep into the poetry,
Let it seep into their hearts.
When I read, I am whole,
But you, you called it an addiction.
Of all the cravings I could possess,
Books are the only...
Just give me my books,
My refuge, my solace, my world.
Turning each page, tuning out the noise,
It’s just me and Bukowski’s words for the night.
While others sing nursery rhymes,
I read Poe to my children.
I thought it vital that they, too,
Could quote the verses that stir the soul—
To fall deep into the poetry,
Let it seep into their hearts.
When I read, I am whole,
But you, you called it an addiction.
Of all the cravings I could possess,
Books are the only...
#books
#identity
#reading
#SelfDiscovery
#TimeHeals
54 reads
2 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 6:12am
11th Feb 2025 6:12am
African Proverb
I am that African proverb,
the child that burned down
the whole village just to feel
it's warmth. Sometimes I can
still hear my brothers
childhood screams.
All I ever wanted was to protect him.
To stand tall against our torturers.
My mother's family were
and still are insisting on keeping
family secrets.
But not I, now I speak about
all the pain that afflicted my soul.
I see it so often people keeping
the family demons hidden. ...
the child that burned down
the whole village just to feel
it's warmth. Sometimes I can
still hear my brothers
childhood screams.
All I ever wanted was to protect him.
To stand tall against our torturers.
My mother's family were
and still are insisting on keeping
family secrets.
But not I, now I speak about
all the pain that afflicted my soul.
I see it so often people keeping
the family demons hidden. ...
#identity
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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