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.
forests
forests,
each tree
proudly as
individuals,
each detailed
within
their own
manners,
each mind
firm,
the place
you remember,
but their
acceptance
to be
something more,
combined,
a community.
each tree
proudly as
individuals,
each detailed
within
their own
manners,
each mind
firm,
the place
you remember,
but their
acceptance
to be
something more,
combined,
a community.
#courage
#friendship
#identity
#culture
#tolerance
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Collage - A New Calling
Pieces
Scraps
Cutoffs
Electric Bill Envelope
Blue boxes
Anything and everything
No rules
A journey to places unknown
Landscape
Art sake
My take
Scraps
Cutoffs
Electric Bill Envelope
Blue boxes
Anything and everything
No rules
A journey to places unknown
Landscape
Art sake
My take
#identity
#motivational
#inspirational
#uplifting
#art
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Prisoner
I am a prisoner of my mind's confine
a captive soul held by an intangible line
my belief's stronghold trapping me
never compromising never free
my beliefs and convictions is a fortress
with rigid walls constructed by thoughts
big and small rocks its foundation
I am a prisoner of my own creation
the chains of character constrict
I cannot cry freedom from idealism
a promise must never be broken
a gift must never be returned
once the red light turn
there will be no return
once the green flickers
there...
a captive soul held by an intangible line
my belief's stronghold trapping me
never compromising never free
my beliefs and convictions is a fortress
with rigid walls constructed by thoughts
big and small rocks its foundation
I am a prisoner of my own creation
the chains of character constrict
I cannot cry freedom from idealism
a promise must never be broken
a gift must never be returned
once the red light turn
there will be no return
once the green flickers
there...
#identity
#WritingPoetry
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IMPERVIOUS TO BORDERS (mid 1990's- early 2000's; Galveston Island Texas)
i am a color
moving through borders
though seldom seen
or known
some borders are set
some are unmarked
some borders are free
and then sometimes
at times
but not very often
especially these days
anymore
there are no borders at all
therefore i am a color
free from and impervious to
borders boundaries
and other such word label limits
just as i feel i am
equally free from
and impervious to
the thoughts words
judgments misjudgments and opinions
of and from others ...
moving through borders
though seldom seen
or known
some borders are set
some are unmarked
some borders are free
and then sometimes
at times
but not very often
especially these days
anymore
there are no borders at all
therefore i am a color
free from and impervious to
borders boundaries
and other such word label limits
just as i feel i am
equally free from
and impervious to
the thoughts words
judgments misjudgments and opinions
of and from others ...
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
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around and around
around
and around
this world
she goes,
clear
locations
outside
her windows,
a simple
promise
she makes
to herself,
she holds
them close
in
her hands,
blessed by
the truth,
and
the chance
to share
her talent,
herself.
and around
this world
she goes,
clear
locations
outside
her windows,
a simple
promise
she makes
to herself,
she holds
them close
in
her hands,
blessed by
the truth,
and
the chance
to share
her talent,
herself.
#identity
#travel
#freedom
#art
#culture
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ghost buds
the little
ghost buds
were expected
on
the trees,
its show piece
among
the uncountable
leaves,
rambling green,
do not
hesitate
to show
yourself,
your beauty
is self-evident,
but one
may disappear
without notice,
and in
the column
of blue-gray,
you
will not
lose
your identity.
ghost buds
were expected
on
the trees,
its show piece
among
the uncountable
leaves,
rambling green,
do not
hesitate
to show
yourself,
your beauty
is self-evident,
but one
may disappear
without notice,
and in
the column
of blue-gray,
you
will not
lose
your identity.
#identity
#trees
#nature #LifeCycle
#nature #LifeCycle
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Regnum Hominis
The boastful will not admit it
but they fall from grace all the time
to show the obverse of sublime
with one more apoplectic fit,
most wisely seen from well afar
when they preach to the simping twit
of vanity mixed with YouTube grit
(or something even more bizarre)
to sell the rubes some shoes of gold
so they as well might be the king
of ersatz new instead of old,
or stock shares of some trending thing
which they can rule right away...
with Midas glitter hell to pay.
but they fall from grace all the time
to show the obverse of sublime
with one more apoplectic fit,
most wisely seen from well afar
when they preach to the simping twit
of vanity mixed with YouTube grit
(or something even more bizarre)
to sell the rubes some shoes of gold
so they as well might be the king
of ersatz new instead of old,
or stock shares of some trending thing
which they can rule right away...
with Midas glitter hell to pay.
#identity
#politics
#consumerism
#ignorance
#masculinity
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the old city
the old
city needs
to be
reincorporated,
the skeleton
needs
new flesh,
opened eyes
out of
curiosity,
her lover's
life
breathed back
into her,
a crowd
of people
wandering
inside
of her,
debating,
discussing
how they
can continue
to keep
her alive
from
now on.
city needs
to be
reincorporated,
the skeleton
needs
new flesh,
opened eyes
out of
curiosity,
her lover's
life
breathed back
into her,
a crowd
of people
wandering
inside
of her,
debating,
discussing
how they
can continue
to keep
her alive
from
now on.
#identity
#city
#environment
#consumerism
#responsibility
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Echoes of Conformity
In our quest to belong, we mold ourselves,
Yet the mirror reflects our fractured souls.
The crowd chants familiar refrains,
Their voices mere echoes of borrowed tales.
We stitch our masks, thread by thread,
Yearning for acceptance, for a place to dwell.
But the seams strain, revealing the truth:
We wear borrowed skins, ill-fitting and worn.
Each step echoes the footsteps before,
A dance choreographed by unseen hands.
The weight of conformity presses down,
And we wonder if liberation lies beyond.
Yet, in this shared...
Yet the mirror reflects our fractured souls.
The crowd chants familiar refrains,
Their voices mere echoes of borrowed tales.
We stitch our masks, thread by thread,
Yearning for acceptance, for a place to dwell.
But the seams strain, revealing the truth:
We wear borrowed skins, ill-fitting and worn.
Each step echoes the footsteps before,
A dance choreographed by unseen hands.
The weight of conformity presses down,
And we wonder if liberation lies beyond.
Yet, in this shared...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#freedom #vulnerability
#freedom #vulnerability
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Dragon Dreams
The skies
Very suddenly
Burst asunder
And through the broken clouds
A great thunder
As a roaring
Of a dragons breath
Brought flames
That shot forth
From the dragons mouth
As its firey breath
First burnt out the North
And then the South
Finally the East
The dragon
Headed West
Its fire now exhausted
It then glided
Along the now crimson red sky
And like a slave
Thence returned to its cave
Burnt out
Lost in its opinions
Of the minions
Of a race that lacked any subtlety
He...
Very suddenly
Burst asunder
And through the broken clouds
A great thunder
As a roaring
Of a dragons breath
Brought flames
That shot forth
From the dragons mouth
As its firey breath
First burnt out the North
And then the South
Finally the East
The dragon
Headed West
Its fire now exhausted
It then glided
Along the now crimson red sky
And like a slave
Thence returned to its cave
Burnt out
Lost in its opinions
Of the minions
Of a race that lacked any subtlety
He...
#identity
#nature
#dragons #revenge
#dragons #revenge
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herself she placed on display
the naked lady
wears her nothing on
the sunshine
shows her freckled skin
from hair to knees
feet hidden below walls
even the young boys
she her look unashamed
her curtains still open
her eyes still closed
the sun moves away
each her hours pass
come night now
she proves herself
the open window breathed
eyes still peeking
wears her nothing on
the sunshine
shows her freckled skin
from hair to knees
feet hidden below walls
even the young boys
she her look unashamed
her curtains still open
her eyes still closed
the sun moves away
each her hours pass
come night now
she proves herself
the open window breathed
eyes still peeking
#women
#identity
#freedom
#morality
#risk
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I Write
Because I can
Because a neurological condition prevents me from articulating my thoughts correctly
And
Because I have words
Not always the most eloquent
But they exist
When for so long
They didn’t
Thoughts need an escape route
So you don’t end up
Locked in a cage
Of never ending turmoil
I write
Because I can
Because a neurological condition prevents me from articulating my thoughts correctly
And
Because I have words
Not always the most eloquent
But they exist
When for so long
They didn’t
Thoughts need an escape route
So you don’t end up
Locked in a cage
Of never ending turmoil
I write
Because I can
#identity
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#illness
#WritingPoetry
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