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.
Raging
Raging
Will you laugh before you cry
Will your emotions take over
I’m gonna laugh until I’m sleeping in
A sarcophagus dreaming dirt naps
Happiness Anger everything in between
Wear an emotion on my sleeve
I show you what I’m all about I’m scary real
My temper rules my world and I want to escape
Sometimes I scare even myself when I see
The Rage that lives within me
5’7” I scare Mountains of men
I go back and replay what happened
And I’m amazed that my Rage is a Bull in a...
Will you laugh before you cry
Will your emotions take over
I’m gonna laugh until I’m sleeping in
A sarcophagus dreaming dirt naps
Happiness Anger everything in between
Wear an emotion on my sleeve
I show you what I’m all about I’m scary real
My temper rules my world and I want to escape
Sometimes I scare even myself when I see
The Rage that lives within me
5’7” I scare Mountains of men
I go back and replay what happened
And I’m amazed that my Rage is a Bull in a...
#anger
#confessional
#identity #myself
#identity #myself
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Too much, not enough ?
When to say too much
When to say not enough
I always say too much
Except when I want to say
EVEN MORE
Like right now
When to say not enough
I always say too much
Except when I want to say
EVEN MORE
Like right now
#identity
#minimalist
#PowerOfWords
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Art
Art
Let me explain
It's not about a series of words scribbled on a page.
Or
Paint splattered canvas , graphite sketch images
A series of sounds made by any variety of instruments.
Art is more than all that .
It is about expressing the emotions most people bury deep inside of their souls , the love the suffering , the joy and pain that scratches from the darkest reaches within you heart , cracking thru your rib bones and organs just to tell the world a little piece of the puzzle ,
That
Is
You
...
Let me explain
It's not about a series of words scribbled on a page.
Or
Paint splattered canvas , graphite sketch images
A series of sounds made by any variety of instruments.
Art is more than all that .
It is about expressing the emotions most people bury deep inside of their souls , the love the suffering , the joy and pain that scratches from the darkest reaches within you heart , cracking thru your rib bones and organs just to tell the world a little piece of the puzzle ,
That
Is
You
...
#art
#emotions
#identity
#inspirational
#suffering
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I Do Not Agree With Reality
I am alive.
Open my body, what do you find?
Periods and question marks.
A useless hide.
A meat sack of trivial answers and lies.
Locks of hair entangling my mind.
Wading through emotional turmoil tides.
Combing through the who's and why's.
Leaving all of reality behind.
I'm just a cunt. Some useless meat.
Come prize me as your specialty.
I'll give you your dose of prime protein.
And fatten you with psychological schemes.
Keep me alive in your dreams.
Keep me close, don't try to hide.
Keep me wet,...
Open my body, what do you find?
Periods and question marks.
A useless hide.
A meat sack of trivial answers and lies.
Locks of hair entangling my mind.
Wading through emotional turmoil tides.
Combing through the who's and why's.
Leaving all of reality behind.
I'm just a cunt. Some useless meat.
Come prize me as your specialty.
I'll give you your dose of prime protein.
And fatten you with psychological schemes.
Keep me alive in your dreams.
Keep me close, don't try to hide.
Keep me wet,...
#dark
#identity
#mystery #TruthOfLife
#mystery #TruthOfLife
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I Quit the P.O.
I quit the P.O.
I QUIT the Post Office near me
To stand on a stage in a seedy corner of town not far from here
The P.O. paid my bills gave me (almost) middle class
Kept a roof over and paid all the bills
Even had enough to spend on the kids
What was I thinking I can’t pay for schooling
Playing in a dive bar
I quit the P O to pursue my dreams
Wake up look around at the damage I’ve done
Hope to wake up drunk on a rock star yacht
Forget about the damage I’ve done
The kids have the best...
I QUIT the Post Office near me
To stand on a stage in a seedy corner of town not far from here
The P.O. paid my bills gave me (almost) middle class
Kept a roof over and paid all the bills
Even had enough to spend on the kids
What was I thinking I can’t pay for schooling
Playing in a dive bar
I quit the P O to pursue my dreams
Wake up look around at the damage I’ve done
Hope to wake up drunk on a rock star yacht
Forget about the damage I’ve done
The kids have the best...
#choices
#identity
#job
#lyrics
#music
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Would You? Would I?
#honesty
#identity
#philosophical
#relationships
#sex
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One is darkness, One is light
When I am waking up, I am still asleep
My eyes are open, although my eyes are closed
I arise and wonder who will I be today?
Maybe I will be the one I am, or the one I am?
I am two but there is just one soul
Just one heart to supply us both
I don’t know who I really am
All I know is that I will always change
One is calm, the other's wild
We both have dreams and things undone
Now you see me now you don't
I am a human chameleon
It's hard to find a friend
That can cope with what I am
One day every mothers...
My eyes are open, although my eyes are closed
I arise and wonder who will I be today?
Maybe I will be the one I am, or the one I am?
I am two but there is just one soul
Just one heart to supply us both
I don’t know who I really am
All I know is that I will always change
One is calm, the other's wild
We both have dreams and things undone
Now you see me now you don't
I am a human chameleon
It's hard to find a friend
That can cope with what I am
One day every mothers...
#dark
#identity
#kindness
#loneliness
#MentalHealth
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Busy At Heists!
The Cat Holic, was addicted to cats
The Protest Ant
Was anti Cat Holics
The Cat Holics
Considered that the Protest Ants
Were pants
And reciprocated
Their mutual dislike
Meanwhile...
Bank robbers, and the like
Didn't like either the Cat Holics
Nor the Protest Ants
But didn't have time for such shenanigans
As they were busy At Heists
by Jemia
The Protest Ant
Was anti Cat Holics
The Cat Holics
Considered that the Protest Ants
Were pants
And reciprocated
Their mutual dislike
Meanwhile...
Bank robbers, and the like
Didn't like either the Cat Holics
Nor the Protest Ants
But didn't have time for such shenanigans
As they were busy At Heists
by Jemia
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords #satirical
#PowerOfWords #satirical
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Milestones
Surrounded in vibrant sharp beauty
to checkpoint the unknown
Survived experiences devoured
that could’ve sever hip bone
In jungle thorns of life
machete swung at carnivorous dense thicket
Would be insane to run the same path
and more a fool to twice pick it
Resilient in conviction I beat trails
to pave thin fragile success
Fought demons at trials in my wake
asleep woke sweat grapple in stress
Stick a [milestone] at this juncture
to save repeat of heredity queue
S.O.S. walking tight circles to arrive
in...
to checkpoint the unknown
Survived experiences devoured
that could’ve sever hip bone
In jungle thorns of life
machete swung at carnivorous dense thicket
Would be insane to run the same path
and more a fool to twice pick it
Resilient in conviction I beat trails
to pave thin fragile success
Fought demons at trials in my wake
asleep woke sweat grapple in stress
Stick a [milestone] at this juncture
to save repeat of heredity queue
S.O.S. walking tight circles to arrive
in...
#choices
#identity
#LifeChangingMoment
#memories
#TruthOfLife
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The Lost, Forgotten, and Elusive
A knight errant on the road
By waters dark and still
His golden hair, a fleeting glow
Against the swamp’s cold chill
With eyes like washed-out skies
Blue, bright, and lost to sight
He walks beneath the tangled vines
That hide the stars from night
Forgotten like the land
Where shadows fall like rain
Through bayou roads of mud and sand
He wanders, half in pain
No identity, no name to call
Just boots on asphalt worn
A figure by the cypress tall
Alone till light of morn
The bayou holds him...
By waters dark and still
His golden hair, a fleeting glow
Against the swamp’s cold chill
With eyes like washed-out skies
Blue, bright, and lost to sight
He walks beneath the tangled vines
That hide the stars from night
Forgotten like the land
Where shadows fall like rain
Through bayou roads of mud and sand
He wanders, half in pain
No identity, no name to call
Just boots on asphalt worn
A figure by the cypress tall
Alone till light of morn
The bayou holds him...
#dark
#identity
#narrative
#rhyming
#SelfReflection
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Big Brother Rat Race
Big brother rat race
Adoptive experiment
Feeding hungered stimulation
Reaction according
To plasticity forking
Witness the moment
Walls imprison
Instinctual basis
Freedom to wander
Climactic cycles
Inside the maze
Alienating and dehumanizing
No role defined
By dated statistic
Electrifying brain signals
Somewhere down corridors
Love and advertisement
Emerge the same
Sparking neuronal tense
Literal, physical,...
Adoptive experiment
Feeding hungered stimulation
Reaction according
To plasticity forking
Witness the moment
Walls imprison
Instinctual basis
Freedom to wander
Climactic cycles
Inside the maze
Alienating and dehumanizing
No role defined
By dated statistic
Electrifying brain signals
Somewhere down corridors
Love and advertisement
Emerge the same
Sparking neuronal tense
Literal, physical,...
#culture
#freedom
#humankind
#identity
#spiritual
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Field Notes on Silence - The Door with No Knob
Writing, as with life, is more about listening than writing.
Indeed, “listen” and “silent” are spelled with the same letters
Early February 2024
I recently spent four days in a Thai hospital, receiving excellent care in a private room. I had total control so I closed the curtains, turned off the lights and left the damn TV off the whole time. I tell you, walking away from that little silent retreat felt like the last time I visited my sister in Montana. God, I can’t even remember when that was. People fear silence perhaps now more than since the dawn of...
Indeed, “listen” and “silent” are spelled with the same letters
Early February 2024
I recently spent four days in a Thai hospital, receiving excellent care in a private room. I had total control so I closed the curtains, turned off the lights and left the damn TV off the whole time. I tell you, walking away from that little silent retreat felt like the last time I visited my sister in Montana. God, I can’t even remember when that was. People fear silence perhaps now more than since the dawn of...
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfDiscovery
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