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.
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
Today 9:10pm
Today 9:10pm
Being Different
At one time I wanted to fit in
I followed trends though
Hated the concept of being trendy
But if all fell apart too soon
when I realized I was different
Always a loner before I knew
there was a name for it
Feeling outside everyone else
Doing most of the right things
in life but abstracting concepts
Maybe it's because I'm a Scorpio
We always stand alone
Now later in life, because of my
quiet nature
Everyone wants to share their misery
with me
Usually it's an onslaught of cumbersome babble
I...
I followed trends though
Hated the concept of being trendy
But if all fell apart too soon
when I realized I was different
Always a loner before I knew
there was a name for it
Feeling outside everyone else
Doing most of the right things
in life but abstracting concepts
Maybe it's because I'm a Scorpio
We always stand alone
Now later in life, because of my
quiet nature
Everyone wants to share their misery
with me
Usually it's an onslaught of cumbersome babble
I...
#identity
#SelfReflection
19 reads
2 Comments
The_Element
Exodus
Exodus
Poem Published
Today 5:45am
Today 5:45am
Oxymoron
Good memories come a dime a dozen
You only get to experience your wildest desires once in a lifetime
Dreams are on a first come first serve basis
In the field where imagination blooms, wild and free bathing in the sunshine
Is the same field where pesticides are sprayed
To keep them from growing to wild, stopping them before they truly manifest into something beautiful
To the masochist, your deepest desire is to submit to your greatest fear
There is no room for subtlety when it comes to self expression
Because of the beautiful small deaths we live every...
You only get to experience your wildest desires once in a lifetime
Dreams are on a first come first serve basis
In the field where imagination blooms, wild and free bathing in the sunshine
Is the same field where pesticides are sprayed
To keep them from growing to wild, stopping them before they truly manifest into something beautiful
To the masochist, your deepest desire is to submit to your greatest fear
There is no room for subtlety when it comes to self expression
Because of the beautiful small deaths we live every...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection #philosophical
#SelfReflection #philosophical
15 reads
0 Comments
Juvenalis66
Juvenalis
Juvenalis
Poem Published
Today 1:51am
Today 1:51am
Tomorrow
Time stands still.
A moment; forever.
Surrendering to reality.
The spring light,
piercing through the prisma,
divides the One in many.
We, the children of sorrow,
cry forevermore
into pitch black darkness
that devours each one of us;
divided by lies,
as we continue to feed
our drowning ego,
hoping to still be here
Tomorrow.
A moment; forever.
Surrendering to reality.
The spring light,
piercing through the prisma,
divides the One in many.
We, the children of sorrow,
cry forevermore
into pitch black darkness
that devours each one of us;
divided by lies,
as we continue to feed
our drowning ego,
hoping to still be here
Tomorrow.
#lies
#identity
#SelfHarm
#denial
#hypocrisy
22 reads
4 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:50pm
Yesterday 6:50pm
Raven
I'm not narcissistic but my alter ego is
Raven is a bitch
I come to her when I don't want to give a fuck
my heart aches but not hers
I put her on like old leathers
she fits just right where it hurts
she gives me a thicker skin
so when I bite tarmac I get up and keep walking
I tell you she's bad ass
she finger fucks societal niceties
she's cunt first in this institution
after all us bitches got to stick together
she knows the source of my pain
but she ain't telling...she's no fucking snitch
she'll...
Raven is a bitch
I come to her when I don't want to give a fuck
my heart aches but not hers
I put her on like old leathers
she fits just right where it hurts
she gives me a thicker skin
so when I bite tarmac I get up and keep walking
I tell you she's bad ass
she finger fucks societal niceties
she's cunt first in this institution
after all us bitches got to stick together
she knows the source of my pain
but she ain't telling...she's no fucking snitch
she'll...
#dark
#identity
#honesty
47 reads
9 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:18am
Yesterday 3:18am
This Is How We Do
It was hard being something
You weren’t, but there were
Already too many bums out
On the street
You weren’t, but there were
Already too many bums out
On the street
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#myself
#LifeCycle
31 reads
2 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
23rd May 2019 8:29pm
23rd May 2019 8:29pm
You Train Wreck Whore
Whore in the corner!
Fool of slippery cash!
Needles puncturing your body
Poisoning senses into submission.
Shit your contaminated words.
Your venom invades flesh!
Fool of slippery cash!
Needles puncturing your body
Poisoning senses into submission.
Shit your contaminated words.
Your venom invades flesh!
#anger
#hate
#identity
24 reads
2 Comments
LibraSoul96
Poem Published
22nd May 2019 9:03pm
22nd May 2019 9:03pm
Dishonor
I see the shade coming without a shadow of a doubt
Now a days people are toe tagging, turning people to John Does, just for an ounce of clout
These days its seems loyalty is deemed as a peasants trait, but instead showing disloyalty is what reels in the bait.
Seems as if fame is the new religion that people worship and immoralize.
But what they don't see is that it will lead you to be the beholder of the devils eyes.
These days it's either your the soul snatcher or the soul that is being hunted by the catcher.
I catch all the hate that comes at me tenfold like...
Now a days people are toe tagging, turning people to John Does, just for an ounce of clout
These days its seems loyalty is deemed as a peasants trait, but instead showing disloyalty is what reels in the bait.
Seems as if fame is the new religion that people worship and immoralize.
But what they don't see is that it will lead you to be the beholder of the devils eyes.
These days it's either your the soul snatcher or the soul that is being hunted by the catcher.
I catch all the hate that comes at me tenfold like...
#anger
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter #rap
#LifeAsAWriter #rap
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0 Comments
LadyLaura
Bumped 22nd May 2019 6:00pm
7th May 2019 11:09pm
7th May 2019 11:09pm
It’s All Perspective
Trying not to drift off in my head again,
can’t help but put ink to a pen and let em in,
let them see what it is to be me thinking I’m free,
got another thing coming if you is what I’m becoming,
but again,
this is what’s happening to you and not your friend,
how you deal with will determine the end.
can’t help but put ink to a pen and let em in,
let them see what it is to be me thinking I’m free,
got another thing coming if you is what I’m becoming,
but again,
this is what’s happening to you and not your friend,
how you deal with will determine the end.
#friendship
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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0 Comments
highlyfunctional
Poem Published
21st May 2019 9:13pm
21st May 2019 9:13pm
Malfunctional
Empty
Shell
Trying
To
Act
Like
A
Man
I
Once
Knew
And
Failing
Shell
Trying
To
Act
Like
A
Man
I
Once
Knew
And
Failing
#identity
71 reads
20 Comments
nomoth
Poem Published
21st May 2019 12:57pm
21st May 2019 12:57pm
Hymnal: Mass of the Specific. Mass of the Pacific.
(for Rainbow Prophecy competition)
Mass of the Specific
being lost was never the problem
these sentient scars breathe
a longing,
for a guiding constellation
in a dandelion seed
when it splits and disperses.
If I could survey the rabbit tracks
on the lay of you. And know where they lead
I would burn your church down:
see the little snares in the grass. ...
Mass of the Specific
being lost was never the problem
these sentient scars breathe
a longing,
for a guiding constellation
in a dandelion seed
when it splits and disperses.
If I could survey the rabbit tracks
on the lay of you. And know where they lead
I would burn your church down:
see the little snares in the grass. ...
#identity
#nature
#religion
46 reads
8 Comments
ImperfectedStone
P M Banks
P M Banks
Poem Published
20th May 2019 9:49pm
20th May 2019 9:49pm
Freedom of Rockhollow May 2019
Cold evening 10pm, watching light fade, awaiting the moon.
Plant of the day: Black Pak Choi
Wildlife of the day: Golden Chaffinch
I sat, in the almost dark,
gentle chill waltzing into my bones, hair a scarf to neck,
socks a place to call home.
I listened to the crow, chaffinch, sparrow on their nightly rounds,
cardoons casting silver shapes, as ghostly protectors of this place. Canes
of plenty busyness, tomatoes, mangetout, cup and saucer making tracks - with a little guidance.
A train journeyed quickly behind me,...
Plant of the day: Black Pak Choi
Wildlife of the day: Golden Chaffinch
I sat, in the almost dark,
gentle chill waltzing into my bones, hair a scarf to neck,
socks a place to call home.
I listened to the crow, chaffinch, sparrow on their nightly rounds,
cardoons casting silver shapes, as ghostly protectors of this place. Canes
of plenty busyness, tomatoes, mangetout, cup and saucer making tracks - with a little guidance.
A train journeyed quickly behind me,...
#women
#identity
#nature #peace
#nature #peace
31 reads
5 Comments
takis1917
Bumped 20th May 2019 8:47pm
14th Apr 2018 3:20pm
14th Apr 2018 3:20pm
And If You Can't...
And if you can't
articulate your thoughts,
don't violate aesthetic principles
with photoshopped images and pictures...
Allow, at least,
the texture of your silence
to provide some hints
for your confusion's causes...
articulate your thoughts,
don't violate aesthetic principles
with photoshopped images and pictures...
Allow, at least,
the texture of your silence
to provide some hints
for your confusion's causes...
#identity
226 reads
6 Comments
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