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.
takis1917
Bumped Today 5:00pm
13th Aug 2018 1:31am
13th Aug 2018 1:31am
John Smith
John Smith was not done...
Not yet, anyway...
But, lately,
his skills devising meaning
and goals that kept him going,
were fast eroding,
fast reaching a daunting point zero...
Unfazed, whether not done, or, done already.
John Smith kept going...
Not yet, anyway...
But, lately,
his skills devising meaning
and goals that kept him going,
were fast eroding,
fast reaching a daunting point zero...
Unfazed, whether not done, or, done already.
John Smith kept going...
#identity
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drone
Poem Published
Today 1:26pm
Today 1:26pm
Not Today
When one
convinces ones mind
i have changed
i have healed
i have stopped
Everyday
it will only
be then
ones intent
ones focus
can regain
the ability
to grow the teeth
that one needs
to bring the mental
Into The Physical
But
When ones mind
says
that you can
that you will
that you shall
with intent
Everyday
then one has
become
what some fear the most
just a puppet
like a hamster
on a wheel
in a brain
who believes
that...
convinces ones mind
i have changed
i have healed
i have stopped
Everyday
it will only
be then
ones intent
ones focus
can regain
the ability
to grow the teeth
that one needs
to bring the mental
Into The Physical
But
When ones mind
says
that you can
that you will
that you shall
with intent
Everyday
then one has
become
what some fear the most
just a puppet
like a hamster
on a wheel
in a brain
who believes
that...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#honesty #SelfReflection
#honesty #SelfReflection
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
Today 12:03pm
Today 12:03pm
Mistakes
What do you do when your universe starts to collapse
You're jogging around infinity praying for the last lap
The confusions of the human race has given you a slap
You're traveling an unknown course that hasn't been explored or mapped
Solitude has always been the key to my existence
And it seems the confusion of intermingling is getting more persistent
Attacked from all sides, don't they realize that I've never been caressed
I'm like Shawshank getting more shit after crawling through years of mess
According to them I've done shit...
You're jogging around infinity praying for the last lap
The confusions of the human race has given you a slap
You're traveling an unknown course that hasn't been explored or mapped
Solitude has always been the key to my existence
And it seems the confusion of intermingling is getting more persistent
Attacked from all sides, don't they realize that I've never been caressed
I'm like Shawshank getting more shit after crawling through years of mess
According to them I've done shit...
#love
#relationships
#identity
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Josh
Poem Published
25th May 2020 10:00pm
25th May 2020 10:00pm
Gogyoshi Poem Nr.02 -- Suffer Not ...
Does not fire suffer burning heat,
the driven wind suffer unceasing toil,
water suffer continuous dilution
and earth suffer a spiked Paradise?
What then of humans?
the driven wind suffer unceasing toil,
water suffer continuous dilution
and earth suffer a spiked Paradise?
What then of humans?
#identity
#humankind
#SelfReflection #philosophical
#SelfReflection #philosophical
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Porter
Poem Published
24th May 2020 6:33pm
24th May 2020 6:33pm
Cheshire Smile
Cheshire Smile
One foot in front of the other.
The sound of my footfalls
Echo in the dark.
Ahead of me,
A giant glass bowl.
One foot in front of the other
My heart beats in my ears
and my breath startles me
The bowl nears.
Full of folded pieces of fate
One foot in front of the other
I open and close my hands
and shake them
Preparing for what is to come
The bowl stands in front of me
Defiantly.
I reach my hand in
Grab a folded piece of paper
And read it as a note passed in...
One foot in front of the other.
The sound of my footfalls
Echo in the dark.
Ahead of me,
A giant glass bowl.
One foot in front of the other
My heart beats in my ears
and my breath startles me
The bowl nears.
Full of folded pieces of fate
One foot in front of the other
I open and close my hands
and shake them
Preparing for what is to come
The bowl stands in front of me
Defiantly.
I reach my hand in
Grab a folded piece of paper
And read it as a note passed in...
#identity
#SelfReflection
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Sky_dancer
Poem Published
24th May 2020 11:05am
24th May 2020 11:05am
Karmakazi
i hate the way i shoot my fucking mouth
say what is on my mind, don't filter shit
i think before both barrels fire my truth
watch my ability to strike a hit
is this bitch for real, their dull minds' thoughts
that girl must have a cock between her legs
believe me when i say my pussy roars
i'm on my throne, while your slit sits begs
i can make you bleed, wounds make you think
you battle ego i cum rainbow light
there is no me inside this raised glass wink
you can chase your tail but i stuck...
say what is on my mind, don't filter shit
i think before both barrels fire my truth
watch my ability to strike a hit
is this bitch for real, their dull minds' thoughts
that girl must have a cock between her legs
believe me when i say my pussy roars
i'm on my throne, while your slit sits begs
i can make you bleed, wounds make you think
you battle ego i cum rainbow light
there is no me inside this raised glass wink
you can chase your tail but i stuck...
#identity
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23 Comments
Madcinder
Poem Published
24th May 2020 6:42am
24th May 2020 6:42am
Lineage
A dynasty of reincarnation.
Souls relive in each new body.
In the night, in preparation.
We reveal our own secret dreams.
Carry me home to caves of succession.
Raise me up high and I'll follow your way.
Tear me apart and teach me a mission.
I will give in and give my soul away.
I have a lineage to hold.
A legacy of flowing gold.
A history of family.
To take the mantle's destiny.
I have a lineage to hold.
But if I may be so bold.
I would like to be my own.
If my soul can find a home.
Sacred...
Souls relive in each new body.
In the night, in preparation.
We reveal our own secret dreams.
Carry me home to caves of succession.
Raise me up high and I'll follow your way.
Tear me apart and teach me a mission.
I will give in and give my soul away.
I have a lineage to hold.
A legacy of flowing gold.
A history of family.
To take the mantle's destiny.
I have a lineage to hold.
But if I may be so bold.
I would like to be my own.
If my soul can find a home.
Sacred...
#identity
#lyrics
#responsibility #scifi
#responsibility #scifi
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
24th May 2020 3:30am
24th May 2020 3:30am
Passage And The Porch: Tales From Today
Stories of marriage; the passage of time
Pull my focus back to the porch
Songs 'bout fatherhood and finding the source of meaning in high tide
show me there's more to life
Pull my focus back to the porch
Songs 'bout fatherhood and finding the source of meaning in high tide
show me there's more to life
#family
#friendship
#identity
#myself
#gratitude
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socksscareme
Socks
Socks
Poem Published
24th May 2020 00:29am
24th May 2020 00:29am
A Starling Heartbeat
Past connect the dot stars
Decayed from the sky
I turn to my side
Fall into your eyes
In the back of my Camino
Where twin souls impart
An arrow at my head
Another at my heart
Our ink sealed stamps
Corners of hungry hands
Your mouth drags my being
Posted out of these lands
Suns and moons dead
Far in the distance
Here and now us
Big banged in an instant
Decayed from the sky
I turn to my side
Fall into your eyes
In the back of my Camino
Where twin souls impart
An arrow at my head
Another at my heart
Our ink sealed stamps
Corners of hungry hands
Your mouth drags my being
Posted out of these lands
Suns and moons dead
Far in the distance
Here and now us
Big banged in an instant
#love
#romantic
#identity
#universe
#surreal
69 reads
7 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
23rd May 2020 9:48pm
23rd May 2020 9:48pm
Perception Inception
Is It Gestalt At Fault When I Perceive
More Than I Should Believe To Be True ?
The Sum Of Thought Feral , More To It's Peril
Animates And Captivates When One Relates
And Questions The Obsession Of What Is Who
And Thus All The Fuss Revealed To Those Of Us
Who Would So Discuss Without Absent Disgust
What Is Or Is Not In Ink Blot Most Likely Viewed
More Than I Should Believe To Be True ?
The Sum Of Thought Feral , More To It's Peril
Animates And Captivates When One Relates
And Questions The Obsession Of What Is Who
And Thus All The Fuss Revealed To Those Of Us
Who Would So Discuss Without Absent Disgust
What Is Or Is Not In Ink Blot Most Likely Viewed
#identity
#mirror
#choices
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2 Comments
Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
23rd May 2020 2:35am
23rd May 2020 2:35am
Flayed Self: The Will To Perceive
I want to see all of reality
A lack of holistic perspective is what weighs on me
I can't see myself fully in the fogged mirror
but by flaying myself here
I hope to see the inside clearer
A lack of holistic perspective is what weighs on me
I can't see myself fully in the fogged mirror
but by flaying myself here
I hope to see the inside clearer
#identity
#confessional
#myself
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
23rd May 2020 1:54am
23rd May 2020 1:54am
Bloom, You Must
My sole employment is, and scrupulous care,
To place my gains beyond the reach of tides,'
- Henry David Thoreau
I am rooted in such grief
as fate's sour stream e'er runs beneath
to carry all the world's runoff,
flowing wide beyond belief.
In ev'ry man resides this place
wherein his mind has fallen from grace;
the hand that brought him far away
is too the same as new found foray.
Oh, stems that bore such heads of gold
to rise above the ways of old,
e'er forth...
To place my gains beyond the reach of tides,'
- Henry David Thoreau
I am rooted in such grief
as fate's sour stream e'er runs beneath
to carry all the world's runoff,
flowing wide beyond belief.
In ev'ry man resides this place
wherein his mind has fallen from grace;
the hand that brought him far away
is too the same as new found foray.
Oh, stems that bore such heads of gold
to rise above the ways of old,
e'er forth...
#identity
#flowers
#nature
#freedom
#HenryDavidThoreau
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