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.
DevilsChild
Poem Published
16th Jul 2019 4:27pm
16th Jul 2019 4:27pm
Phoenix
there was a time
I was broken and burnt
screamed as I begged for mercy
now I'm flying out of the ashes
burning all who come close
it's nothing to be sad about
because I'm not giving up
I'm just walking away
past the everyday bullshit
given all that I had
was treated worthless
doesn't mean I'm gonna stop
i'll always fuck hard
no matter what is done to me
i'm gonna keep staying strong
and maybe people will wonder
probably say I'm fucked in the head
but save your tears for someone else
I'm doing just...
I was broken and burnt
screamed as I begged for mercy
now I'm flying out of the ashes
burning all who come close
it's nothing to be sad about
because I'm not giving up
I'm just walking away
past the everyday bullshit
given all that I had
was treated worthless
doesn't mean I'm gonna stop
i'll always fuck hard
no matter what is done to me
i'm gonna keep staying strong
and maybe people will wonder
probably say I'm fucked in the head
but save your tears for someone else
I'm doing just...
#identity
24 reads
3 Comments
joeborg
Poem Published
16th Jul 2019 9:39am
16th Jul 2019 9:39am
two sides
I have two sides just like a dime
One is sweet the other swine,
I can be so much profound
Or superficial all around,
I sow care at certain times
Not empathic on other lines,
The mix up is so complex
That everything falls out of specs,
I try to please all who I know
Different act in every row,
For you my girl I have one face
And it’s the one you can embrace,
So to show you all my cares
I just wrote about my wares.
One is sweet the other swine,
I can be so much profound
Or superficial all around,
I sow care at certain times
Not empathic on other lines,
The mix up is so complex
That everything falls out of specs,
I try to please all who I know
Different act in every row,
For you my girl I have one face
And it’s the one you can embrace,
So to show you all my cares
I just wrote about my wares.
#identity
#confessional
#SelfReflection #mystery
#SelfReflection #mystery
21 reads
0 Comments
Lord_Raven
Poem Published
15th Jul 2019 6:01pm
15th Jul 2019 6:01pm
Prettier than I
You've got a scar on your face,
Miles on your heart,
Your insides are falling apart,
shuttered trust and broken loyalty ...
You are still prettier than me ...
Yet you ask how can this be
I see your empty smile
The warmth in your cold expressions
Your eyes are worn
Your tears are war torn
You feel nothing cause you desperately want to
Yet you are still prettier than i am ...
Miles on your heart,
Your insides are falling apart,
shuttered trust and broken loyalty ...
You are still prettier than me ...
Yet you ask how can this be
I see your empty smile
The warmth in your cold expressions
Your eyes are worn
Your tears are war torn
You feel nothing cause you desperately want to
Yet you are still prettier than i am ...
#identity
#beauty
#LifeCycle
28 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
15th Jul 2019 9:34am
15th Jul 2019 9:34am
sleapless in Cascais
Sleepless in Cascais
It was a strange night
Couldn’t sleep thoughts and images
Kept churning around and I was
Horrifyingly awake.
This is pointless, got up and drank
Several glasses of water, my brain
Was talking to me and I had no answer.
To distract myself I watched TV, till
Four in the morning slept like a baby
Until noon, the past is a bleak territory.
It was a strange night
Couldn’t sleep thoughts and images
Kept churning around and I was
Horrifyingly awake.
This is pointless, got up and drank
Several glasses of water, my brain
Was talking to me and I had no answer.
To distract myself I watched TV, till
Four in the morning slept like a baby
Until noon, the past is a bleak territory.
#identity
#beauty
#politics
#art
#morality
18 reads
0 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
15th Jul 2019 8:40am
15th Jul 2019 8:40am
Un-Different
Our perceived differences are just that ...
Perceived ... so all in our heads
We are all Carbon, Water and a few organic compounds
And we all break down into lovely mulch when we're dead
Perceived ... so all in our heads
We are all Carbon, Water and a few organic compounds
And we all break down into lovely mulch when we're dead
#love
#identity
40 reads
12 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
14th Jul 2019 10:58am
14th Jul 2019 10:58am
Quantum
inspiration collapses into
a legion of words
i am dispersed along a galaxy quest
moved by the muse
a scribbling act of desperation
mnemonic monotheistic
time-warped in impulsive penmanship
engage...engage
shift channels
through cozmik tunnel vision
metaphysics mystic
mythic nano thoughts run rampant
jot...jot...jot
quill stabs the heart
at world's end my cup spilleth over
lost in space..found in ink
dark matter solidifies man...edifies the soul
of this...
a legion of words
i am dispersed along a galaxy quest
moved by the muse
a scribbling act of desperation
mnemonic monotheistic
time-warped in impulsive penmanship
engage...engage
shift channels
through cozmik tunnel vision
metaphysics mystic
mythic nano thoughts run rampant
jot...jot...jot
quill stabs the heart
at world's end my cup spilleth over
lost in space..found in ink
dark matter solidifies man...edifies the soul
of this...
#identity
#universe
#spiritual #travel
#spiritual #travel
84 reads
Taurek
Poem Published
13th Jul 2019 5:40am
13th Jul 2019 5:40am
The City That Sways
Bolsonaro
What you are is what
you control
YouTube
This whole world is a
missed connection
Homeland
Sitting up in dark apartments
As far from the mainstream
As you’d ever be
Sweet Prince
Two feet on the ground,
Quinn’s dead, and there
Would be no third chances
CBS
You’re facing lifelong
humiliation for
A paltry check
Wilson Park
Absence makes the heart
Look somewhere
else
What you are is what
you control
YouTube
This whole world is a
missed connection
Homeland
Sitting up in dark apartments
As far from the mainstream
As you’d ever be
Sweet Prince
Two feet on the ground,
Quinn’s dead, and there
Would be no third chances
CBS
You’re facing lifelong
humiliation for
A paltry check
Wilson Park
Absence makes the heart
Look somewhere
else
#identity
#death
#night
#UnrequitedLove
#apathy
35 reads
2 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Snaggy
Snaggy
Poem Published
13th Jul 2019 2:48am
13th Jul 2019 2:48am
The World Is Your Oyster...Card
(Billy Snagg/Norris Niblet)
The world is his Oyster card,
Scar it in his life story Shard.
London -
Zones 1 to 6,
Making his mental hits,
Where the limitation of his mind permits.
Precious memories he tries to find,
That he’ll never donate in kind.
The World is his Oyster card,
Touching in, touching out.
A bus trip here,
A tube journey there.
Never venturing far
Into the unknown,
'Country zone'
That alien territory,
Of unfamiliar landscapes -
Strange fares.
His...
The world is his Oyster card,
Scar it in his life story Shard.
London -
Zones 1 to 6,
Making his mental hits,
Where the limitation of his mind permits.
Precious memories he tries to find,
That he’ll never donate in kind.
The World is his Oyster card,
Touching in, touching out.
A bus trip here,
A tube journey there.
Never venturing far
Into the unknown,
'Country zone'
That alien territory,
Of unfamiliar landscapes -
Strange fares.
His...
#anxiety
#identity
#FeelingLost
#choices
#SelfWorth
30 reads
4 Comments
LivDiane
Poem Published
12th Jul 2019 6:43pm
12th Jul 2019 6:43pm
A Stickball Game
The ceremony drums are beating
In a steady thumping stream
You hear their sticks clashing
From each side of the teams
There are screaming children
And there are screaming mothers
The native skin all sheen with sweat
Over the cries of all our brothers
The stickball fans are all tense
As the drums rip through our chest
They’re head to head, toe to toe
And these warriors are the best
The fittest and feral felines
Tanned skin of the southeast
You can find our tribe down here
In the deep...
In a steady thumping stream
You hear their sticks clashing
From each side of the teams
There are screaming children
And there are screaming mothers
The native skin all sheen with sweat
Over the cries of all our brothers
The stickball fans are all tense
As the drums rip through our chest
They’re head to head, toe to toe
And these warriors are the best
The fittest and feral felines
Tanned skin of the southeast
You can find our tribe down here
In the deep...
#identity
#myself
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
57 reads
15 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
11th Jul 2019 6:23pm
11th Jul 2019 6:23pm
encamped
after the campfire dies
the forest has a way of baptizing
your thoughts—its obsidian font
revealing you are the captor
of your own shadow world—
your fears a prisoner
5:00 am
we all want a good story to tell—
when dawn illuminates
the foothills of a cook stove
utensil, you'll improvise
the landscape of food
the river
sliding against the bank
its black...
the forest has a way of baptizing
your thoughts—its obsidian font
revealing you are the captor
of your own shadow world—
your fears a prisoner
5:00 am
we all want a good story to tell—
when dawn illuminates
the foothills of a cook stove
utensil, you'll improvise
the landscape of food
the river
sliding against the bank
its black...
#love
#identity
#river
#nature
#mountains
114 reads
26 Comments
drone
Poem Published
11th Jul 2019 7:03am
11th Jul 2019 7:03am
Psychological Suicide
There is nobody
who can destroy
Good People
on social media
in our
global
Town Square
today
For they destroy
them self's
piece by piece
commiting
psychological suicide
bowing their head
on bended knee
now eager to please
the Ignorant
begging
to be freed
from those thoughts
that need
to speak
who can destroy
Good People
on social media
in our
global
Town Square
today
For they destroy
them self's
piece by piece
commiting
psychological suicide
bowing their head
on bended knee
now eager to please
the Ignorant
begging
to be freed
from those thoughts
that need
to speak
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#honesty
25 reads
0 Comments
MadameLavender
Poem Published
10th Jul 2019 5:50pm
10th Jul 2019 5:50pm
5 Short Poems
(For Josh’s Comp)
Sometimes
Sand slips through my hand;
the sea becomes my marrow,
and I find my soul.
I Think
I am best, alone—
in God, I trust, for this life;
love left me jaded.
Too Much
Seconds seem too long —
what shall be my legacy
when time finally ends?
And Find
Vintage linens—yes!
I am a keeper of time.
My collection, grows .
Everything and Nothing
Patience has a way
of pissing me off, teaching
what I need to...
Sometimes
Sand slips through my hand;
the sea becomes my marrow,
and I find my soul.
I Think
I am best, alone—
in God, I trust, for this life;
love left me jaded.
Too Much
Seconds seem too long —
what shall be my legacy
when time finally ends?
And Find
Vintage linens—yes!
I am a keeper of time.
My collection, grows .
Everything and Nothing
Patience has a way
of pissing me off, teaching
what I need to...
#identity
27 reads
0 Comments
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