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.
cold_fusion
Poem Published
Today 3:05pm
Today 3:05pm
the billowing
long before
the smoke billowed
thick
and grey
she sat
kerosene tears
ensu(r)ed
nothing remained
incombustible
another haze
yet this one
with a clarity
of purpose
.
the smoke billowed
thick
and grey
she sat
kerosene tears
ensu(r)ed
nothing remained
incombustible
another haze
yet this one
with a clarity
of purpose
.
#identity
#ShortStory
#humankind #philosophical
#humankind #philosophical
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Kandicejohnson
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:46pm
Yesterday 7:46pm
Attitude And Ego
Attitude and ego
Always hiding behind a facad.
Why has hatred became so cool?
When did respect get thrown out?
We all have our hangups.
And our choices of lifestyles
Can we not appreciate what another is passionate about?
Let go of the attitude
Your no better than I
Or how you appear in someone else's eyes
Your actions speak
What's in your heart
What do you for others?
How do you treat your son or daughter?
How do you treat your home?
There's more to life
Than your selfish deeds
Your too busy acting some...
Always hiding behind a facad.
Why has hatred became so cool?
When did respect get thrown out?
We all have our hangups.
And our choices of lifestyles
Can we not appreciate what another is passionate about?
Let go of the attitude
Your no better than I
Or how you appear in someone else's eyes
Your actions speak
What's in your heart
What do you for others?
How do you treat your son or daughter?
How do you treat your home?
There's more to life
Than your selfish deeds
Your too busy acting some...
#identity
14 reads
4 Comments
PenneyWyze
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 11:35am
18th Sep 2019 11:35am
We’re All Mad Here
Do you think that you would know
if you’d lost your mind?
For if one did go crazy
I’m sure they’d miss the signs.
And if indeed there’s “no one home,
yet all the lights were on”,
could someone still find their voice,
to lift them up with song?
Certainly if I feel perplexed
by the loss of such a thing,
that in itself should then disprove
that which I’m pondering.
So, surely as I’m sitting here,
racking my functional brain,
I must exist inside myself.
There’s no way I am insane.
if you’d lost your mind?
For if one did go crazy
I’m sure they’d miss the signs.
And if indeed there’s “no one home,
yet all the lights were on”,
could someone still find their voice,
to lift them up with song?
Certainly if I feel perplexed
by the loss of such a thing,
that in itself should then disprove
that which I’m pondering.
So, surely as I’m sitting here,
racking my functional brain,
I must exist inside myself.
There’s no way I am insane.
#identity
#MentalHealth
#acceptance #SelfDiscovery
#acceptance #SelfDiscovery
29 reads
4 Comments
Oshinome
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 8:03am
18th Sep 2019 8:03am
Tales from the Sanguine Lure
Your walls are bare stone,
with windows empty of glass
except the corner shard
singing melodies.
They both could
feel the heat
of the lights.
[inaudible]
"Okay...could you just, yes.
Perfect."
[inaudible]
"If you would, could you
do a mic check?" ...
with windows empty of glass
except the corner shard
singing melodies.
They both could
feel the heat
of the lights.
[inaudible]
"Okay...could you just, yes.
Perfect."
[inaudible]
"If you would, could you
do a mic check?" ...
#love
#identity
36 reads
3 Comments
Kingvirky
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 7:21am
18th Sep 2019 7:21am
Happy Birthday To Me
Great man.
Time will only reveal
the gem in you.
Always treat others as God said.
Never be partial,
Always be just.
Let your yea be yea.
Fear God, honour the king.
Help the needy,
Tolerate all men.
Teach and be teachable.
Give and receive love.
You are blessed!
Time will only reveal
the gem in you.
Always treat others as God said.
Never be partial,
Always be just.
Let your yea be yea.
Fear God, honour the king.
Help the needy,
Tolerate all men.
Teach and be teachable.
Give and receive love.
You are blessed!
#birth
#identity
#myself
#LifeCycle
#aging
14 reads
0 Comments
Amanacer
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 8:05pm
16th Sep 2019 8:05pm
Skinny Bitch
Hey girl, keep walkin
Cuz you are a skinny bitch
No need for talkin
Pretty, tall and slender
My ideal personified
You are a villainous offender
Without realizing your sin
I turn my eyes away
Your only transgression is that you are thin
Cuz you are a skinny bitch
No need for talkin
Pretty, tall and slender
My ideal personified
You are a villainous offender
Without realizing your sin
I turn my eyes away
Your only transgression is that you are thin
#identity
#confessional
#acceptance #SelfWorth
#acceptance #SelfWorth
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Sky_dancer
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 10:27am
16th Sep 2019 10:27am
I am the storm
The silent storm
Gathered from a thousand winds
Low, resonant, approaching thunder
Stampede of vajra-like elephants
Everlasting storm
Breaking chains and cycles
Pushing through ghosts
Immutable
Aggregate of force
Unstoppable, impenetrable will
Steadfast, determined
Movement
{Allegorical apple
In the garden
at the ball
Calm, centred eye
I am Kallisti}
Mindful storm
Summoned mounts
Upon which minds move
Like eagles' flight
Drumroll...
Gathered from a thousand winds
Low, resonant, approaching thunder
Stampede of vajra-like elephants
Everlasting storm
Breaking chains and cycles
Pushing through ghosts
Immutable
Aggregate of force
Unstoppable, impenetrable will
Steadfast, determined
Movement
{Allegorical apple
In the garden
at the ball
Calm, centred eye
I am Kallisti}
Mindful storm
Summoned mounts
Upon which minds move
Like eagles' flight
Drumroll...
#identity
#storm
#SelfReflection
88 reads
15 Comments
Pilan_8
Mical
Mical
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 00:48am
16th Sep 2019 00:48am
[anonymity]
anonymity
no longer exists for us
save few black hats left
yet we are paid not a cent
for private information
bought and sold freely
among huge money interests
to feed their sick scheme
of compelling you to buy
more with scant wages they paid
no longer exists for us
save few black hats left
yet we are paid not a cent
for private information
bought and sold freely
among huge money interests
to feed their sick scheme
of compelling you to buy
more with scant wages they paid
#lies
#identity
#tanka
#freedom
#consumerism
37 reads
2 Comments
cobralips
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 5:47pm
15th Sep 2019 5:47pm
Ebb and Flow
I was born in the wood--
The wood between worlds,
The wood created by poets
Who loved their muses.
I walk the path of silence--
The path that leads no where,
The path created by poets
Who dwelt in their madness.
I speak in tongues with the beasts--
The beasts who raised me,
The beasts created by poets
Who gathered with druids.
As I cry stale tears, a cold wind blows,
The tress move to and fro--
The ebb and flow--
A midnight storm!
My ancestors are calling me:
"As Above so Below".
I follow the...
The wood between worlds,
The wood created by poets
Who loved their muses.
I walk the path of silence--
The path that leads no where,
The path created by poets
Who dwelt in their madness.
I speak in tongues with the beasts--
The beasts who raised me,
The beasts created by poets
Who gathered with druids.
As I cry stale tears, a cold wind blows,
The tress move to and fro--
The ebb and flow--
A midnight storm!
My ancestors are calling me:
"As Above so Below".
I follow the...
#identity
#nature
#spiritual #magic
#spiritual #magic
17 reads
0 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 1:50pm
15th Sep 2019 1:50pm
enigmatic eyelands' an A L I G N, divine
fibrous legs shred out in shambles
shakeably uprooting from the base
its innards…clog up here and there in
racy calving middles, a hardening pull
-in wholly consuming dichotomy
sudden slinging sliding mudcretous
derailment in a combative kimura
an avalanche
of a rapid firing pain-starched hirsute broomsticks
that were quite lying just before as astutely bundled
poramboke block, now in a buzz, whining continuously
in an iconoclastical humming silence
...
shakeably uprooting from the base
its innards…clog up here and there in
racy calving middles, a hardening pull
-in wholly consuming dichotomy
sudden slinging sliding mudcretous
derailment in a combative kimura
an avalanche
of a rapid firing pain-starched hirsute broomsticks
that were quite lying just before as astutely bundled
poramboke block, now in a buzz, whining continuously
in an iconoclastical humming silence
...
#courage
#mother
#identity
#war
#LifeStruggles
100 reads
15 Comments
Oshinome
Poem Published
14th Sep 2019 6:53am
14th Sep 2019 6:53am
...floating away
We quietly observe,
standing in this place,
awkward ugly moves
in the modern rat-race.
Same play, different day,
same sun shining,
no one ever told you
"everything dying."
We learn life in gravestone stories.
In moans, lone tomes, and wild bones
lay the scattered-old
brave bold glories.
Every dream shattered...
a light rose, shone
early dawn trills.
...
standing in this place,
awkward ugly moves
in the modern rat-race.
Same play, different day,
same sun shining,
no one ever told you
"everything dying."
We learn life in gravestone stories.
In moans, lone tomes, and wild bones
lay the scattered-old
brave bold glories.
Every dream shattered...
a light rose, shone
early dawn trills.
...
#identity
#art
38 reads
1 Comment
wizkatfood
Poem Published
14th Sep 2019 2:40am
14th Sep 2019 2:40am
Microhabitat (Maybe an Artist)
A song about the kindhearted timid and shy people out there <3
~~
A turtle peeking its head out shy
Shivering quiet eyes
There’s something in the air,
Warm pillow sweet grass bread,
Could you keep me?
Did you see raindrops so round,
Curled up friends on your glasses rim?
‘Hello’
My small universe
*instrumental*
I like to think that I’m an astronaut
To tiny spaces, imagination takes me
My little body frightened by those fast cars
Be gentle please
I like to...
~~
A turtle peeking its head out shy
Shivering quiet eyes
There’s something in the air,
Warm pillow sweet grass bread,
Could you keep me?
Did you see raindrops so round,
Curled up friends on your glasses rim?
‘Hello’
My small universe
*instrumental*
I like to think that I’m an astronaut
To tiny spaces, imagination takes me
My little body frightened by those fast cars
Be gentle please
I like to...
#anxiety
#kindness
#loneliness
#identity
#nature
30 reads
1 Comment
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