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.
Rachel_Lauren
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:53pm
Yesterday 11:53pm
Self Involved: You Are Too
I’m constantly fighting this
body for something it
never wants to be
you can find the humor in that,
maybe
if you’re scrolling through
(stupid, fucking) hand-held devices
every single
picture
you’ll find
new, pitiful versions
Steve Jobs at 22
was a pretty,
exciting presentation in ‘77
but for me it’s
nauseating, really
I have to think,
why so
maybe we’re from
different eyes,
every few Januaries, ...
body for something it
never wants to be
you can find the humor in that,
maybe
if you’re scrolling through
(stupid, fucking) hand-held devices
every single
picture
you’ll find
new, pitiful versions
Steve Jobs at 22
was a pretty,
exciting presentation in ‘77
but for me it’s
nauseating, really
I have to think,
why so
maybe we’re from
different eyes,
every few Januaries, ...
#identity
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Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:47pm
Yesterday 9:47pm
Those Colorful Puzzle Pieces
I've noticed and been told,
By my mother who truth be told,
Most days,
Feels and acts in the same ways,
But does not have the same processes
To get to the relatively same outcomes, or feelings about things as me (it's hopeless
To try and understand her thought processes),
That I might be on the autism spectrum because of my thought processes.
The way I experience the world with so much more intensity,
Every color, every color scheme, pattern, texture, artwork, art motif, long/unusal/archaic/scientific/magickal word,
Cutting through...
By my mother who truth be told,
Most days,
Feels and acts in the same ways,
But does not have the same processes
To get to the relatively same outcomes, or feelings about things as me (it's hopeless
To try and understand her thought processes),
That I might be on the autism spectrum because of my thought processes.
The way I experience the world with so much more intensity,
Every color, every color scheme, pattern, texture, artwork, art motif, long/unusal/archaic/scientific/magickal word,
Cutting through...
#happiness
#identity
#power
#MentalHealth
#Autism
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Skipper
1Skipper-
1Skipper-
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:09pm
Yesterday 9:09pm
Black Cherry Tree
I am
You be
nusdidanvi
black cherry tree
Pendelous bower
Silk meadowsweet
Sapid like sour
Reborn to repeat
Drown due the rain
Sourcing the seed
Hunger due the sun
To dry
To bleed
For what ground
Oh black cherry tree
Unfound
Unbound
I am
You be
You be
nusdidanvi
black cherry tree
Pendelous bower
Silk meadowsweet
Sapid like sour
Reborn to repeat
Drown due the rain
Sourcing the seed
Hunger due the sun
To dry
To bleed
For what ground
Oh black cherry tree
Unfound
Unbound
I am
You be
#relationships
#breakup
#conflict
#identity
#SelfReflection
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wizkatfood
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:34pm
Yesterday 6:34pm
Gone With The Wind ~ GFriend
v.1}
Everyone’s looking,
Whispers stare me down.
Now that familiar chill, it came back.
Oh, someone tell me one truth
That’s only once in a million.
How can my heart keep beating,
When they’re beating me down?
{hook}
Where is it I can scream?
Somewhere, I can believe.
This is all that
I have breathed in,
What I’ve learned all my life. ...
Everyone’s looking,
Whispers stare me down.
Now that familiar chill, it came back.
Oh, someone tell me one truth
That’s only once in a million.
How can my heart keep beating,
When they’re beating me down?
{hook}
Where is it I can scream?
Somewhere, I can believe.
This is all that
I have breathed in,
What I’ve learned all my life. ...
#courage
#identity
#LifeStruggles
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BSavvy
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:56pm
Yesterday 3:56pm
New Identity....
Swallowed up by the darkness
She’s gone
Who is she
I don’t even recognize her anymore
This new identity
I take a glance at the mirror
Looking for anything familiar
I see a faint resemblance
Of who she was
But
Not enough to claim her
I look in her eyes
And I see bitterness
Anger
Hurt
And a shit load of regrets
Once upon a time
I was able to encourage her
Help her see the silver lining
But,
It’s as if I have gone mute
Because the words just won’t come
So I can’t be a...
She’s gone
Who is she
I don’t even recognize her anymore
This new identity
I take a glance at the mirror
Looking for anything familiar
I see a faint resemblance
Of who she was
But
Not enough to claim her
I look in her eyes
And I see bitterness
Anger
Hurt
And a shit load of regrets
Once upon a time
I was able to encourage her
Help her see the silver lining
But,
It’s as if I have gone mute
Because the words just won’t come
So I can’t be a...
#identity
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
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BobbyJames
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:46am
Yesterday 6:46am
The Bitch and Bastard for Walking Away - Part III
Breathing Underwater
The weather has left me speechless. This slow wash into the harvest peels layers of air. Three down, who am I now?
That's a difficult reach. In any case, reflection isn't a branch to grasp, and ripples are distortions of the past. I no longer recognize sense as property, but this sinking feeling seems to belong.
A piping hot hook between sand and surface fizzles on a wispy lifeline. It's consumed for eventual suffocation when called to answer. I promise of every ounce in motion that hangs in this moment, questions are vain.
This...
The weather has left me speechless. This slow wash into the harvest peels layers of air. Three down, who am I now?
That's a difficult reach. In any case, reflection isn't a branch to grasp, and ripples are distortions of the past. I no longer recognize sense as property, but this sinking feeling seems to belong.
A piping hot hook between sand and surface fizzles on a wispy lifeline. It's consumed for eventual suffocation when called to answer. I promise of every ounce in motion that hangs in this moment, questions are vain.
This...
#identity
#mirror
#narrative
#emptiness
#nonfiction
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gazellemon
Bradley J
Bradley J
Bumped 14th Nov 2019 11:29pm
15th Jun 2019 5:15pm
15th Jun 2019 5:15pm
Let it All Be (instrumental by Mors)
I'm out here living this life
Its the only thing I know
Living it right not living it twice
Time ticks on to a close
Even if I could not understand it
I'm a man now but couldn't have planned this
Fill up my cup and Imma tipping it sideways
spread it on out, yeah, I'm riding it longways
Till it come back round
Still, I stay with the fat sound
Knocking at my door like they looking for more
Like I took it like a whore like I cook it in my core, yeah
-
I wanna be free, words I weave
I let it all be and ...
Its the only thing I know
Living it right not living it twice
Time ticks on to a close
Even if I could not understand it
I'm a man now but couldn't have planned this
Fill up my cup and Imma tipping it sideways
spread it on out, yeah, I'm riding it longways
Till it come back round
Still, I stay with the fat sound
Knocking at my door like they looking for more
Like I took it like a whore like I cook it in my core, yeah
-
I wanna be free, words I weave
I let it all be and ...
#courage
#identity
#inspirational
#Buddhist
#SelfDiscovery
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insidewantsout
Poem Published
14th Nov 2019 3:22pm
14th Nov 2019 3:22pm
Flirting With a Villanelle
I sit and watch her from afar,
as she floats across the party crowd—
the shell of a girl, renowned, a star.
She clasps the hands of those who are
lured by her golden aura—loud,
it glows, as I watch her from afar
and no one knows—bizzare—
her skin a translucent shroud—
just the shell of girl, but renowned, a star.
She is the sweet, potent smoke of a cigar,
as she floats around the party crowd.
I watch from afar—
She weaves them connected, the dots that...
as she floats across the party crowd—
the shell of a girl, renowned, a star.
She clasps the hands of those who are
lured by her golden aura—loud,
it glows, as I watch her from afar
and no one knows—bizzare—
her skin a translucent shroud—
just the shell of girl, but renowned, a star.
She is the sweet, potent smoke of a cigar,
as she floats around the party crowd.
I watch from afar—
She weaves them connected, the dots that...
#dark
#identity
#humankind
#freedom
#acceptance
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1 Comment
insidewantsout
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 8:23pm
13th Nov 2019 8:23pm
Locked Up
In the center of the dark room
that is my mind
sits a box with four walls:
the glass, see-through kind.
And inside of that box,
wearing head-to-toe black,
stands Creative Ideation
in his painted-on mask.
He pounds and protests,
“I have committed no crimes,”
but outside looking in,
he is only a mime.
Across from him, in a chair
sits Old Man Doubt.
His hand holds the key,
but his arms are too stout.
Every day he reaches
for the lock on that door,
but every day, Old Man Doubt ...
that is my mind
sits a box with four walls:
the glass, see-through kind.
And inside of that box,
wearing head-to-toe black,
stands Creative Ideation
in his painted-on mask.
He pounds and protests,
“I have committed no crimes,”
but outside looking in,
he is only a mime.
Across from him, in a chair
sits Old Man Doubt.
His hand holds the key,
but his arms are too stout.
Every day he reaches
for the lock on that door,
but every day, Old Man Doubt ...
#identity
#shame
#misunderstood
#vanity
#confusion
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7 Comments
nicosworld
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 10:25am
13th Nov 2019 10:25am
Forget her cause she never existed.
I finally have come to terms with how I feel.
My mind is done running in circles.
I took it off repeat.
I shook hands with myself and made a deal.
Put myself in the hot seat and faced some things that have been haunting.
Things I have been longing .
But are soon to be launching.
Saying goodbye to who I was known to be is such a treat.
Who would’ve thought all this pain would’ve come to an end and taste so sweet.
I didn’t accept defeat.
In the end it’s who I was meant to be.
I’ve grown my wings and now I’m free.
From a life...
My mind is done running in circles.
I took it off repeat.
I shook hands with myself and made a deal.
Put myself in the hot seat and faced some things that have been haunting.
Things I have been longing .
But are soon to be launching.
Saying goodbye to who I was known to be is such a treat.
Who would’ve thought all this pain would’ve come to an end and taste so sweet.
I didn’t accept defeat.
In the end it’s who I was meant to be.
I’ve grown my wings and now I’m free.
From a life...
#identity
#rebirth
#transgender #SelfDiscovery
#transgender #SelfDiscovery
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 00:20am
13th Nov 2019 00:20am
Bonedome Sonata Rock
Ceremonial Rock Deflector headgear, by Eric Kozak (3rd grade), PHOTO by DanKozak
The
Joy of rocks
rocks has a vast affinity for joy
beyond the imagination of our puny
little joy-stickies'.
rock
rocks
r o c k s,
though nowadays they don't seem able to
roll like "back in the day".
"back in the day". ...
The
Joy of rocks
rocks has a vast affinity for joy
beyond the imagination of our puny
little joy-stickies'.
rock
rocks
r o c k s,
though nowadays they don't seem able to
roll like "back in the day".
"back in the day". ...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
57 reads
3 Comments
drivelicious13
alon aLion
alon aLion
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 5:11pm
12th Nov 2019 5:11pm
Entitled Loser
boozer
self abuser
frequent stupor
considered tying a nooser
or at-self shooter
wrong choice chooser
hopeless cash diffuser
zombie commuter
mass consumer
can't fit in a Mini Cooper
mouth like a sewer
solid B+ amuser
surprisingly effective seducer
uncertain future
perfect suitor
with a heart of gold
self abuser
frequent stupor
considered tying a nooser
or at-self shooter
wrong choice chooser
hopeless cash diffuser
zombie commuter
mass consumer
can't fit in a Mini Cooper
mouth like a sewer
solid B+ amuser
surprisingly effective seducer
uncertain future
perfect suitor
with a heart of gold
#identity
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2 Comments
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