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.
AaHarvey
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:51pm
Yesterday 11:51pm
Still going
Before the end I will find a way.
Of this I am sure, no need to pray.
Never been a believer, except when I was told.
The story is getting very…old.
If wishes are real, then why am I here?
I cannot believe love is still not near,
When all I do is desire the fire.
My life in the ice is oh so dire.
But still on I go, through all the snow sorrow,
Not knowing where it is I will end up.
All I know is I am destined to be loves woe.
Still going forward; still distracted by lust.
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All...
Of this I am sure, no need to pray.
Never been a believer, except when I was told.
The story is getting very…old.
If wishes are real, then why am I here?
I cannot believe love is still not near,
When all I do is desire the fire.
My life in the ice is oh so dire.
But still on I go, through all the snow sorrow,
Not knowing where it is I will end up.
All I know is I am destined to be loves woe.
Still going forward; still distracted by lust.
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All...
#sadness
#love
#identity
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
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plexus
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:10pm
Yesterday 11:10pm
I had a Dream of Bees
I had a dream of bees
and a vibrating bed of lead
I had a thought of hanging plants
of do's and don'ts
of if's and cant's
and in my dream
my taut throat did seem
to keep me from
what keeps me free
when words are lacking
and rapture seems enough
I check the wreckage
my whole face a blemish
then I proceed with light and love
I forget my slip up
calculations and data
and like twitchy wooden
summer cicadas
I join the choir of the waking machine
my life on earth a foggy dream
and a vibrating bed of lead
I had a thought of hanging plants
of do's and don'ts
of if's and cant's
and in my dream
my taut throat did seem
to keep me from
what keeps me free
when words are lacking
and rapture seems enough
I check the wreckage
my whole face a blemish
then I proceed with light and love
I forget my slip up
calculations and data
and like twitchy wooden
summer cicadas
I join the choir of the waking machine
my life on earth a foggy dream
#identity
#dreams
#nature
#sleep
#SelfDiscovery
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Kementic1
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:27pm
Yesterday 10:27pm
KAMALA
Her name is not Pamela or Cam-a-la
it is pronounced Comma-la
She is the blooming Lotus flower of our fair state
and for me that fact is not up for debate
A woman with a winning million-dollar smile
who wears pearls as an homage to classic female style
As fierce as any Lioness at defending her Pride
and the reason why Kavanaugh cried
Her grilling Barr proved he is unfit
and after 11/3 his office will be forced to quit
The first woman, Black and South Asian, to be a heartbeat away from being President
and I can't wait for her victory in the...
it is pronounced Comma-la
She is the blooming Lotus flower of our fair state
and for me that fact is not up for debate
A woman with a winning million-dollar smile
who wears pearls as an homage to classic female style
As fierce as any Lioness at defending her Pride
and the reason why Kavanaugh cried
Her grilling Barr proved he is unfit
and after 11/3 his office will be forced to quit
The first woman, Black and South Asian, to be a heartbeat away from being President
and I can't wait for her victory in the...
#identity
#beauty
#politics
#freedom
#culture
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Ingredients
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2020 1:28am
23rd Oct 2020 1:28am
The Meaning
Today I wrote a poem.
Within it was a quote.
A man who said, a most wise phrase,
became a man of note.
Words which tumble circles,
around metaphor and simile.
His malaise, which all portrays,
Knowledge, his repartee.
He explicates the meaning,
to a melee of strict applause.
His words convey the message,
His body shows the cause.
Expressing answers to questions asked.
A request to which no one was tasked.
Yet one believed that will connote.
Expressed concerns within his quote.
Alas, he bows to thunderous...
Within it was a quote.
A man who said, a most wise phrase,
became a man of note.
Words which tumble circles,
around metaphor and simile.
His malaise, which all portrays,
Knowledge, his repartee.
He explicates the meaning,
to a melee of strict applause.
His words convey the message,
His body shows the cause.
Expressing answers to questions asked.
A request to which no one was tasked.
Yet one believed that will connote.
Expressed concerns within his quote.
Alas, he bows to thunderous...
#identity
#rhyming
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missjem56
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2020 9:43pm
22nd Oct 2020 9:43pm
Confessions of My Celebrity Encounters
Confessions of My Celebrity Encounters
(Sex, Drugs, and Rock, & Roll!)
From Royalty, to Rock Stars, To A World Champion, To One of The Goons, To A Potential Future Prime Minister!
Ive already mentioned my encounter with Spike Milligan in Rye, East Sussex, well about 20 years later, whilst living in North Wales, his grand daughter, 'inadvertently', broke my daughters' arm, with an umbrella! and that my ex wife, was a very distant cousin (x 3-4 times removed..) of ELVIS (Costello), and i used to score my weed of Elton Johns. half brother (don't know what happened to the...
(Sex, Drugs, and Rock, & Roll!)
From Royalty, to Rock Stars, To A World Champion, To One of The Goons, To A Potential Future Prime Minister!
Ive already mentioned my encounter with Spike Milligan in Rye, East Sussex, well about 20 years later, whilst living in North Wales, his grand daughter, 'inadvertently', broke my daughters' arm, with an umbrella! and that my ex wife, was a very distant cousin (x 3-4 times removed..) of ELVIS (Costello), and i used to score my weed of Elton Johns. half brother (don't know what happened to the...
#identity
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#PopCulture
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InNomine
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2020 6:00pm
22nd Oct 2020 6:00pm
Draw me like one of your other girls
He would have filed me away as one
eventually --
a caricature.
Guess we all are one sometimes.
Wish I could do the same to him.
But I can see how experience shapes us
how seeds root down
coming up their damndest
with whatever fresh shit is bestowed.
And to me the whys
feel just as important as the ends.
Maybe they're not
big picture speaking.
Guess we all do it sometimes
when we're done loving someone.
eventually --
a caricature.
Guess we all are one sometimes.
Wish I could do the same to him.
But I can see how experience shapes us
how seeds root down
coming up their damndest
with whatever fresh shit is bestowed.
And to me the whys
feel just as important as the ends.
Maybe they're not
big picture speaking.
Guess we all do it sometimes
when we're done loving someone.
#identity
#learning
#hurt
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plexus
Poem Published
21st Oct 2020 3:50pm
21st Oct 2020 3:50pm
unhappiness is what you knead
Unhappiness is what you knead
Like dough
It's what you breed
You sew
A stitch of stampede
And poppy seed
(I wound myself
I make me bleed)
Stirred at daybreak
To tend that tired elasticity
Stirred by heart ache
and fruit cakes
And the simplistic toxicity
Of a woman who wakes
To wrestle bread's embryo
Alone to consider
Ratio and oven glow
Alone to hold that breathing blob
And its pulsating throb
Alone enough to know
Unhappiness and its hues of
Wheat and rye and indigo
Like dough
It's what you breed
You sew
A stitch of stampede
And poppy seed
(I wound myself
I make me bleed)
Stirred at daybreak
To tend that tired elasticity
Stirred by heart ache
and fruit cakes
And the simplistic toxicity
Of a woman who wakes
To wrestle bread's embryo
Alone to consider
Ratio and oven glow
Alone to hold that breathing blob
And its pulsating throb
Alone enough to know
Unhappiness and its hues of
Wheat and rye and indigo
#anger
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection
#metaphor
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unnifaomsl
Poem Published
21st Oct 2020 00:54am
21st Oct 2020 00:54am
Compare and Contrast
there is no competition.
between belted black jeans,
alternative flair,
-hooker boots and hair-
and mundane Mrs. "I live my life".
Who has more important things to do
than wonder who Tiffany did or didn't screw.
No competition
between lewd selfies
and reading books.
On bruised knees,
all they care about is looks,
spitting words like hooks.
poured into molds to be plastic
they've got daddy issues, so sarcastic
between belted black jeans,
alternative flair,
-hooker boots and hair-
and mundane Mrs. "I live my life".
Who has more important things to do
than wonder who Tiffany did or didn't screw.
No competition
between lewd selfies
and reading books.
On bruised knees,
all they care about is looks,
spitting words like hooks.
poured into molds to be plastic
they've got daddy issues, so sarcastic
#identity
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
20th Oct 2020 5:37am
20th Oct 2020 5:37am
Guiding Light
You need to know what you're getting having me as a friend
It's a story of pain that just doesn't end
Enjoy as I pick my brain on where to begin
Should I go all the way back to Adam and Eve's sin
The seed of a seed dropped from a womb
Unwanted by the world, there just wasn't room
Not enough to eat and no where to sleep
But kept anyways the wolves can always use sheep
When it comes to abuse every story is bad
They did it because of love or you made them mad
Mentally broken at this age, so little food, so many hits ...
It's a story of pain that just doesn't end
Enjoy as I pick my brain on where to begin
Should I go all the way back to Adam and Eve's sin
The seed of a seed dropped from a womb
Unwanted by the world, there just wasn't room
Not enough to eat and no where to sleep
But kept anyways the wolves can always use sheep
When it comes to abuse every story is bad
They did it because of love or you made them mad
Mentally broken at this age, so little food, so many hits ...
#identity
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
20th Oct 2020 5:23am
20th Oct 2020 5:23am
Forewarned
The gasping for air
Brings me face to face with lost and despair
The slightest release is instantly felt
I can finally see how the cards were dealt
I'm the lowest hand, the bottom of the deck
A motherfucker destine to fail, no disrespect
Taken to the brink and shown things I shouldn't see
bitches smiling and laughing, but none are with me
Did I ask for this shit or pray to be
Was I the unwanted gift of my moms destiny
I've traveled through space,walked through the sun's core
Met and supped with demons unknown before...
Brings me face to face with lost and despair
The slightest release is instantly felt
I can finally see how the cards were dealt
I'm the lowest hand, the bottom of the deck
A motherfucker destine to fail, no disrespect
Taken to the brink and shown things I shouldn't see
bitches smiling and laughing, but none are with me
Did I ask for this shit or pray to be
Was I the unwanted gift of my moms destiny
I've traveled through space,walked through the sun's core
Met and supped with demons unknown before...
#identity
#confessional
#SelfWorth
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stormiwyndz
Poem Published
20th Oct 2020 5:14am
20th Oct 2020 5:14am
BPD is...
Reminding yourself that you're not worthless.
Reminding yourself that they don't think you are a pile of offal.
Reminding yourself to take care of yourself.
Reminding yourself to pay attention to others.
Reminding yourself that they didn't mean what you heard.
Reminding yourself to go where you need to.
Reminding yourself to understand they aren't you and believe and act as you do.
Reminding yourself unclench your muscles.
Reminding yourself that they aren't trying to hurt you.
Reminding yourself that they aren't abandoning you, they are busy. ...
Reminding yourself that they don't think you are a pile of offal.
Reminding yourself to take care of yourself.
Reminding yourself to pay attention to others.
Reminding yourself that they didn't mean what you heard.
Reminding yourself to go where you need to.
Reminding yourself to understand they aren't you and believe and act as you do.
Reminding yourself unclench your muscles.
Reminding yourself that they aren't trying to hurt you.
Reminding yourself that they aren't abandoning you, they are busy. ...
#identity
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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stormiwyndz
Poem Published
20th Oct 2020 5:10am
20th Oct 2020 5:10am
Flux
Circle, spiral, down the hole,
No one knows which way I’ll go,
One moment happy, the next one sad,
Speaking softly, don’t make me mad,
Go away, no come back here!
Can’t escape this inborn fear,
Mind’s a jumble, heart's a mess,
Rip the emotions from my chest.
Creepy actions, reap what you sow,
Is this the person that you know?
When the mask is ripped away,
Another one comes out to play.
Bare it all with written word,
Not a bit is really heard,
Trapped inside my whirling mind,
Serving the contract unwittingly signed, ...
No one knows which way I’ll go,
One moment happy, the next one sad,
Speaking softly, don’t make me mad,
Go away, no come back here!
Can’t escape this inborn fear,
Mind’s a jumble, heart's a mess,
Rip the emotions from my chest.
Creepy actions, reap what you sow,
Is this the person that you know?
When the mask is ripped away,
Another one comes out to play.
Bare it all with written word,
Not a bit is really heard,
Trapped inside my whirling mind,
Serving the contract unwittingly signed, ...
#identity
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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