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.
Stop!
stop trying to pull me back
to the center
i like being
the outlier
i like being
at the fringe
i like being
on the edge
for there
i see further
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
to the center
i like being
the outlier
i like being
at the fringe
i like being
on the edge
for there
i see further
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
#identity
#SelfReflection
#PersonalGrowth
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Write for it
I write for it
Words fall easy
It’s the night for it
Fight for it
Voids begin healing
I will strive for it
Quite honest?
“Us” grew some distant
Since I wrote on it
Like on it
Start seeing me
Is it what I wanted?
Evolve
All these feeling turned into good cause
Love
The mirror’s picture - Yes I know it’s hard
Scars
Are it scars, if it’s the people you love?
Hard
Times will be the fuel to new start
Words fall easy
It’s the night for it
Fight for it
Voids begin healing
I will strive for it
Quite honest?
“Us” grew some distant
Since I wrote on it
Like on it
Start seeing me
Is it what I wanted?
Evolve
All these feeling turned into good cause
Love
The mirror’s picture - Yes I know it’s hard
Scars
Are it scars, if it’s the people you love?
Hard
Times will be the fuel to new start
#identity
#SelfDiscovery
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newest avocado tree
i watched as the avocado seed
approached
like an emerald green
more waiting stretch for me
a tall thin girl lifting
her head in the air
and i keep watching her advice
she sprang up her arms reaching
watch the braids of her leaves
a dream placed right over
she drank up the rain
drinking up the full sun
too tall for normal clothing
her closet replaced
her toes touching deep
into the moist carpet
stand up to your surroundings
...
approached
like an emerald green
more waiting stretch for me
a tall thin girl lifting
her head in the air
and i keep watching her advice
she sprang up her arms reaching
watch the braids of her leaves
a dream placed right over
she drank up the rain
drinking up the full sun
too tall for normal clothing
her closet replaced
her toes touching deep
into the moist carpet
stand up to your surroundings
...
#birth
#identity
#dreams
#learning
#success
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Existential Ecstasy
aggression is your domain
unleashing your beast to feast
ravenous
on my delicacies
master of my every blushing sin
captive to your arrogant whims
mine is the softer side
curving into the palm of your hand
where I suckle upon your fingers
tongue curling...gliding...pressing
eyes cast upward
awaiting your next directive
knowing you sense the hunger
the all consuming need
blazing wildly through me
and where you go
I will always follow your lead
then follow me, my electric lady
down...
unleashing your beast to feast
ravenous
on my delicacies
master of my every blushing sin
captive to your arrogant whims
mine is the softer side
curving into the palm of your hand
where I suckle upon your fingers
tongue curling...gliding...pressing
eyes cast upward
awaiting your next directive
knowing you sense the hunger
the all consuming need
blazing wildly through me
and where you go
I will always follow your lead
then follow me, my electric lady
down...
#identity
#BDSM
#lover
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A Limerick of My Dick
There once was a boy full of glee,
Whose dick was as large as could be.
With a juicy delight,
She took a big smite,
And smiled with tasty ecstasy!
The boy called his dick mango,
Juicy and large, oh what a go!
With a peel that was golden,
Her taste buds were emboldened,
In her mouth, it was truly a show!
I once was a boy with a plan,
To fuck the best pussy in the land.
With a dick so fine,
Juicy, sweet, and divine,
In my hand, I had a fist so grand!
When I was a boy they called me Mandingo,
Dick...
Whose dick was as large as could be.
With a juicy delight,
She took a big smite,
And smiled with tasty ecstasy!
The boy called his dick mango,
Juicy and large, oh what a go!
With a peel that was golden,
Her taste buds were emboldened,
In her mouth, it was truly a show!
I once was a boy with a plan,
To fuck the best pussy in the land.
With a dick so fine,
Juicy, sweet, and divine,
In my hand, I had a fist so grand!
When I was a boy they called me Mandingo,
Dick...
#erotic
#identity
#dirty
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Cold Tongue Of Twilight
When talcum is the cold tongue of twilight
the mirror of the soul's absolute chaos
of dark disharmony among the minions
narcissistic grape vines going to vinegar
listening to antiquated Sasquatch
the mother tongue of deception
trumpet it's lunacy using a stopwatch
listening to the shoe drop as old fools
run with the devil as their wheels fall off
when talcum is the cold tongue of twilight
the mirror of the soul's absolute chaos
of dark disharmony among the minions
narcissistic grape vines going to vinegar
listening to antiquated Sasquatch
the mother tongue of deception
trumpet it's lunacy using a stopwatch
listening to the shoe drop as old fools
run with the devil as their wheels fall off
when talcum is the cold tongue of twilight
#corruption
#violence
#identity #deception
#identity #deception
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verification
i have
lost my
verification,
my complete
thoughts,
misplaced
somewhere,
layered in
jars,
sealed up,
even typed
and labeled
right on
each one,
my mind
is such
a clutter,
i have
so many
things
i need
to get
in there,
out,
remove
the dust,
straighten
the shelves,
rearrange
it all,
organized.
lost my
verification,
my complete
thoughts,
misplaced
somewhere,
layered in
jars,
sealed up,
even typed
and labeled
right on
each one,
my mind
is such
a clutter,
i have
so many
things
i need
to get
in there,
out,
remove
the dust,
straighten
the shelves,
rearrange
it all,
organized.
#identity
#inspirational
#memories
#metaphor
#emotions
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Mosaic Love
I want to love you
Every piece of glass
Of that mosaic soul
I want to caress the sharp
And savor the pain,
Celebrate the scars left
Every piece of glass
Of that mosaic soul
I want to caress the sharp
And savor the pain,
Celebrate the scars left
#love
#identity
#honesty
#myself
#SelfWorth
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5 Comments
Laugh
It's time for me to accept my fate
As the villain in this story
I have tried it all
Still in this ring,
I am a natural Heel
or at least that's how I feel
I don't know but this is my lot
I've given it all I've got
Yet its never enough
I'll never be seen
for who I really am
So let's play the game
With the script which I have been given
The whole world is now on notice
As the villain in this story
I have tried it all
Still in this ring,
I am a natural Heel
or at least that's how I feel
I don't know but this is my lot
I've given it all I've got
Yet its never enough
I'll never be seen
for who I really am
So let's play the game
With the script which I have been given
The whole world is now on notice
#identity
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I Wrote A Poem
I wrote a poem with my head
It was confusing
I wrote a poem with my discontent
It was unsatisfying
I wrote a poem with my temper
It was intense
I wrote a poem with my direction
It was here and then there
I wrote a poem with my dreams
It was surreal
I wrote a poem with my smile
It was sincere
I wrote a poem with my ego
I can't find it
I wrote a poem with my inner child
It was goo goo ga ga
I wrote a poem with my cosmic body
It was out of this world
I...
It was confusing
I wrote a poem with my discontent
It was unsatisfying
I wrote a poem with my temper
It was intense
I wrote a poem with my direction
It was here and then there
I wrote a poem with my dreams
It was surreal
I wrote a poem with my smile
It was sincere
I wrote a poem with my ego
I can't find it
I wrote a poem with my inner child
It was goo goo ga ga
I wrote a poem with my cosmic body
It was out of this world
I...
#hope
#identity
#humankind #confusion
#humankind #confusion
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Gestalt
A garden of secrets where the unconcious thrives
deep in the shadows and through the sunlight.
Our lives are paved by the memories we find
each experience a tile, a mosaic of mind.
Fragments of joy and moments of sorrow
cobbled together,
weaving the patterns we'll return to tomorrow.
Whether through vibrant hue or somber tune
our judgement is clouded by this nostalgic view.
Broken pieces come together to make us whole.
We can pick and choose,
but the rest is outside of our control.
deep in the shadows and through the sunlight.
Our lives are paved by the memories we find
each experience a tile, a mosaic of mind.
Fragments of joy and moments of sorrow
cobbled together,
weaving the patterns we'll return to tomorrow.
Whether through vibrant hue or somber tune
our judgement is clouded by this nostalgic view.
Broken pieces come together to make us whole.
We can pick and choose,
but the rest is outside of our control.
#identity
#MentalHealth
#acceptance
#healing
#wisdom
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my mother (an old photograph)
there
she is,
standing tall
in
the old
photograph,
color
not invented
yet,
but,
you can
still see
a faint
smile
she carries,
her
high cheek
bones,
dark
enough eyes,
long
cherokee hair,
the love
she expresses
for me
and all
her children,
as she
lets someone
capture her
in
a photograph.
she is,
standing tall
in
the old
photograph,
color
not invented
yet,
but,
you can
still see
a faint
smile
she carries,
her
high cheek
bones,
dark
enough eyes,
long
cherokee hair,
the love
she expresses
for me
and all
her children,
as she
lets someone
capture her
in
a photograph.
#happiness
#love
#identity
#memories
#nostalgia
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