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.
lantlos_29_09_14
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:33pm
Yesterday 11:33pm
Glorification of the Mundane
Keep yourself and things surface level clean
The kind of clean your mother would be appalled by
But your friends hardly notice
Enough to keep yourself afloat as if you are doing enough
Your head above the level of grime that takes over your fridge
You wished for more than this
You thought you deserved more
Maybe you don’t
Maybe you are just the same as the rest
You have different tastes sure
But the line that separates you from the rest is razor thin
You’ve had a little extra trauma and sadness
The bags under your eyes just tell...
The kind of clean your mother would be appalled by
But your friends hardly notice
Enough to keep yourself afloat as if you are doing enough
Your head above the level of grime that takes over your fridge
You wished for more than this
You thought you deserved more
Maybe you don’t
Maybe you are just the same as the rest
You have different tastes sure
But the line that separates you from the rest is razor thin
You’ve had a little extra trauma and sadness
The bags under your eyes just tell...
#identity
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missjem56
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:47pm
Yesterday 9:47pm
Invisible Again
Like a ghost
Unseen
Unheard
Perhaps absurd
The only time
It's no crime
I get seen
Like an unseen beauty queen
My features
Etched in charcoal
On virgin white paper
Wearing just my skin
Perhaps
One day
When artists portray me
I'll be invisible
An empty page
Not a wise old sage
And one day soon
Perhaps
I will no longer
Cast a reflection
In my old dusty mirror
Nor a shadow
In the sun
My silhouette gone
As i become
Completely invisible
Perhaps the last year ...
Unseen
Unheard
Perhaps absurd
The only time
It's no crime
I get seen
Like an unseen beauty queen
My features
Etched in charcoal
On virgin white paper
Wearing just my skin
Perhaps
One day
When artists portray me
I'll be invisible
An empty page
Not a wise old sage
And one day soon
Perhaps
I will no longer
Cast a reflection
In my old dusty mirror
Nor a shadow
In the sun
My silhouette gone
As i become
Completely invisible
Perhaps the last year ...
#sadness
#identity
#mirror #myself
#mirror #myself
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fallen_stardust
galaxia
galaxia
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:31pm
Yesterday 12:31pm
A requim of life
I wander among vibrant frosty factions
and avoid the hooks that struggle to drag me in.
But for how long can I stay, frigidly ignoring?
Why can't I now use, my damned wing?
I stay hidden in the dark,
where no nymph can wander.
Why? Because the shadows know me
and my presence is enough to tell them that,
no more, is fictional light, my essence.
I used to escape those people,
who tried to shatter me,
with their monotonal words,
trickling down my immature mind
but
Can I still ignore them?
Can I still...
and avoid the hooks that struggle to drag me in.
But for how long can I stay, frigidly ignoring?
Why can't I now use, my damned wing?
I stay hidden in the dark,
where no nymph can wander.
Why? Because the shadows know me
and my presence is enough to tell them that,
no more, is fictional light, my essence.
I used to escape those people,
who tried to shatter me,
with their monotonal words,
trickling down my immature mind
but
Can I still ignore them?
Can I still...
#anger
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#frustration
33 reads
1 Comment
Sandals
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:01am
Yesterday 6:01am
U Can Ah See My Ah Heart
#dark
#identity
#gothic
#ForbiddenLove
#bisexual
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DeathRattle89
Poem Published
30th Sep 2022 6:49am
30th Sep 2022 6:49am
Phantom Self
Did it take place all at once?
Or gradually did I digress to such an existence
Who is the “I” that I refer to as myself
When I’m lost for knowing who I am
Waking up resigned to a life of involuntary becoming
Or so it would seem
Desires creep in like snakes through whispers
I feel imposter to myself and yet self feels just as fraudulent
When the concept of how I define self is an anchor to ideal
Yet what is ideal but illusion apart from something concrete
Is it safe to talk to myself when I’m told not to talk to strangers? ...
Or gradually did I digress to such an existence
Who is the “I” that I refer to as myself
When I’m lost for knowing who I am
Waking up resigned to a life of involuntary becoming
Or so it would seem
Desires creep in like snakes through whispers
I feel imposter to myself and yet self feels just as fraudulent
When the concept of how I define self is an anchor to ideal
Yet what is ideal but illusion apart from something concrete
Is it safe to talk to myself when I’m told not to talk to strangers? ...
#anxiety
#identity
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
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Sandals
Poem Published
29th Sep 2022 00:14am
29th Sep 2022 00:14am
Funny Awet
#dark
#identity
#funny
#UnrequitedLove
#witches
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Bumped 28th Sep 2022 8:36pm
14th May 2021 8:12pm
14th May 2021 8:12pm
To Be human
Burn it, tear it down, smash it all,
throw bricks, set fires,
leave nothing standing
I am not a Grecian statue,
topple the dais you've set me on.
I am not a guiding flame,
You cannot caress fire
or make love to stone.
I am crass, I am human
I will destroy the images in your mind
that makes you think I'm special
Humans make love
not art or spirits
Remove the chains you've placed on...
throw bricks, set fires,
leave nothing standing
I am not a Grecian statue,
topple the dais you've set me on.
I am not a guiding flame,
You cannot caress fire
or make love to stone.
I am crass, I am human
I will destroy the images in your mind
that makes you think I'm special
Humans make love
not art or spirits
Remove the chains you've placed on...
#anger
#strength
#identity
#escape
#SelfDiscovery
178 reads
1 Comment
Sandals
Poem Published
28th Sep 2022 00:37am
28th Sep 2022 00:37am
THE FARWELL
It's not ah liked
Around these ah parts
I ah truly gotta ah bail
Cause awetly this ah
Situation I'm in isn't ah bad
Truly ah helps me excel
What's the ah situation
Anyla and u ah look
Ah greatly alrighty
U are always at ah
Movies with the ah guys
And me of the week 3 ah nightly
I'm ah lesbian ah Chosuka
And it's ah not liked
Around these ah parts
And I ah don't believe
Mama believes I am
Really aforly ah womanly arts
Do u ah really have to leave
Ah reasoned...
Around these ah parts
I ah truly gotta ah bail
Cause awetly this ah
Situation I'm in isn't ah bad
Truly ah helps me excel
What's the ah situation
Anyla and u ah look
Ah greatly alrighty
U are always at ah
Movies with the ah guys
And me of the week 3 ah nightly
I'm ah lesbian ah Chosuka
And it's ah not liked
Around these ah parts
And I ah don't believe
Mama believes I am
Really aforly ah womanly arts
Do u ah really have to leave
Ah reasoned...
#gay
#identity
#UnrequitedLove
#SelfDiscovery
#witches
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Wired6
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 11:05pm
26th Sep 2022 11:05pm
Crumbling Apartment.
Am I reinforcing Stereotypes,
In that,in which,I write.
Or do I exhibit an understanding,
About the many issues affecting our lives.
Do I really have an understanding,
Of people,and the wider world.
After all,
I'm just a teenager,
Living with my parents,and 3 brothers,
In our,
Crumbling,cramped,apartment.
Middle East Zone.
Will I ever become a writer in Lebanon?
©Wired6. 25/9/2022.
In that,in which,I write.
Or do I exhibit an understanding,
About the many issues affecting our lives.
Do I really have an understanding,
Of people,and the wider world.
After all,
I'm just a teenager,
Living with my parents,and 3 brothers,
In our,
Crumbling,cramped,apartment.
Middle East Zone.
Will I ever become a writer in Lebanon?
©Wired6. 25/9/2022.
#identity
#freedom
#culture
#responsibility
#tradition
38 reads
3 Comments
RafaeldJdS010
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 7:47pm
26th Sep 2022 7:47pm
Change or Loss?
Have I changed?
I've come from from hiding and blending in, to trying to be noticed and admired for what I do.
From silence to the bones, to spoken actions even tho silence always latches on.
I've come from indifferent and cold, to being taken on a midnight ride by my emotions.
Inactive and questioning, to active and not thinking too much.
I've come from being socially shy and attaching to quick, to practicing Non-Attachment with whoever I meet, while still connecting.
Caring and willing to change the world, to change and be better...
I've come from from hiding and blending in, to trying to be noticed and admired for what I do.
From silence to the bones, to spoken actions even tho silence always latches on.
I've come from indifferent and cold, to being taken on a midnight ride by my emotions.
Inactive and questioning, to active and not thinking too much.
I've come from being socially shy and attaching to quick, to practicing Non-Attachment with whoever I meet, while still connecting.
Caring and willing to change the world, to change and be better...
#identity
#shadows
#SelfReflection #FeelingLost
#SelfReflection #FeelingLost
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Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 7:01pm
26th Sep 2022 7:01pm
Garden of the Vestal Virgins
Six Vestal Virgins,
Dressed in diaphanous white,
Skin like that of porcelains,
From their lips each, comes a whisper of insight,
A delicate breath of purity,
From an untainted garden
An echo of piety,
From the closed flowers of heaven,
That seek no pollen,
Amongst the untrimmed landscape,
Lest they be common and forgotten,
Over their shoulders, their long hair does drape.
Priestess One, with tresses of coily, golden blonde,
Sustained by the logical mind's turning gears,
Priestess Two, with straight tresses of crimson,...
Dressed in diaphanous white,
Skin like that of porcelains,
From their lips each, comes a whisper of insight,
A delicate breath of purity,
From an untainted garden
An echo of piety,
From the closed flowers of heaven,
That seek no pollen,
Amongst the untrimmed landscape,
Lest they be common and forgotten,
Over their shoulders, their long hair does drape.
Priestess One, with tresses of coily, golden blonde,
Sustained by the logical mind's turning gears,
Priestess Two, with straight tresses of crimson,...
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection
#pagan
#magic
47 reads
2 Comments
a_piscean_dream
T
T
Poem Published
24th Sep 2022 10:05pm
24th Sep 2022 10:05pm
Permission to Be
To me
Poetry is a vessel
A channel
Through which I create and release
No more pressure and overthinking
Here, I'll express myself with ease
A chance
To free the repressed thoughts from my mind
No longer holding back
Here, I'll leave the past behind
A therapy session
Spiritual cleansing, inner-child healing, manifestation
Here, my sanity will never come into question
A maze
Where you're lost
For all of the right reasons
No easy escape ...
Poetry is a vessel
A channel
Through which I create and release
No more pressure and overthinking
Here, I'll express myself with ease
A chance
To free the repressed thoughts from my mind
No longer holding back
Here, I'll leave the past behind
A therapy session
Spiritual cleansing, inner-child healing, manifestation
Here, my sanity will never come into question
A maze
Where you're lost
For all of the right reasons
No easy escape ...
#identity
#freedom
#healing
43 reads
2 Comments
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