Poems About Identity Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about identity seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
washing up on shore
just each
concept
of the
water's edge
there
are changes,
some more
urgent
accounts,
some old
shuffling
and trying
to balance
the random
inconsideration
still washing
up on
shore.
concept
of the
water's edge
there
are changes,
some more
urgent
accounts,
some old
shuffling
and trying
to balance
the random
inconsideration
still washing
up on
shore.
#culture
#freedom
#identity #responsibility
#identity #responsibility
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forests
each tree
proudly
as individuals,
each detailed
within
their own
manners,
each mind
firm,
the place
you remember,
but their
acceptance
to be
something
more combined
like a
community.
proudly
as individuals,
each detailed
within
their own
manners,
each mind
firm,
the place
you remember,
but their
acceptance
to be
something
more combined
like a
community.
#culture
#forest
#freedom
#identity
#trees
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Becoming Homeless
love died that night
working late
16 walking home at two
seriously didn't have a clue
that no one gave a fuck
slept in some bushes
freezing
curled up
just a cat nap
then kept moving
got home after four
mom had gone out you see
fucking a beau
"I didn't realize you had no way home"
a fucking lie to hide the guilt
I was on my own
the night love cried
after that it didn't much matter
where I lived or died
working late
16 walking home at two
seriously didn't have a clue
that no one gave a fuck
slept in some bushes
freezing
curled up
just a cat nap
then kept moving
got home after four
mom had gone out you see
fucking a beau
"I didn't realize you had no way home"
a fucking lie to hide the guilt
I was on my own
the night love cried
after that it didn't much matter
where I lived or died
#identity
#SelfReflection
#emptiness
#apathy
#SelfWorth
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5 Comments
With the flow - NaPoWriMo 14
I do not know what drives me,
I am but a fish
carried by the current
Towards the inevitable waterfall and end
of which no fish knows of the beyond.
Yet despite the torrent around me,
all to often
I appear to be stuck and slow
the lack of progress only punctuated by time
as each moment drops away,
So I am but a fish
in a stream
somewhat awkwardly flailing
in the temporary stream.
I am but a fish
carried by the current
Towards the inevitable waterfall and end
of which no fish knows of the beyond.
Yet despite the torrent around me,
all to often
I appear to be stuck and slow
the lack of progress only punctuated by time
as each moment drops away,
So I am but a fish
in a stream
somewhat awkwardly flailing
in the temporary stream.
#identity
#fish
#NaPoWriMo2024
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jazz fan
within range,
that music
loud,
bragging,
infectious,
sometimes
laughing
with
high pitched
communication,
infatuating
my senses
drifting high,
low,
smiling
while
coming off
the stage.
that music
loud,
bragging,
infectious,
sometimes
laughing
with
high pitched
communication,
infatuating
my senses
drifting high,
low,
smiling
while
coming off
the stage.
#identity
#music
#freedom
#culture
#tradition
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Maybe you had to die for me to live
Sometimes I worry
that I don’t really miss you as I should.
My daily life was never good
at making space and time for you
(perhaps an unintended legacy
of the independence you encouraged?)
Now that you’re gone from this space and time
the guilt of that failure
has mostly gone with you.
No “when will I see you next?”
or long conversations
at inconvenient times
(oh, how selfish that sounds!)
And though I say I feel grief
what’s often stronger is relief
that I don’t need to filter ...
that I don’t really miss you as I should.
My daily life was never good
at making space and time for you
(perhaps an unintended legacy
of the independence you encouraged?)
Now that you’re gone from this space and time
the guilt of that failure
has mostly gone with you.
No “when will I see you next?”
or long conversations
at inconvenient times
(oh, how selfish that sounds!)
And though I say I feel grief
what’s often stronger is relief
that I don’t need to filter ...
#mother
#father
#identity
#confessional
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Shards Of Love - with Faithmairee
Stalking profane shadows deep
in fields of stones eternal night
Where the mortals lie in state
no time to kiss or resuscitate
Bleeding from a broken heart
as hypocrites fancy sympathy
Fools prefer bathing all alone
in passages without an end
Where heartbreak wavers
and reigns supreme
In shards of what love
could have been
in fields of stones eternal night
Where the mortals lie in state
no time to kiss or resuscitate
Bleeding from a broken heart
as hypocrites fancy sympathy
Fools prefer bathing all alone
in passages without an end
Where heartbreak wavers
and reigns supreme
In shards of what love
could have been
#identity
#hypocrisy
#deception #collaboration
#deception #collaboration
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Maybe I Got It All Wrong
When passion fades
you might not see it,
but you certainly feel it
as you search for distractions,
perhaps an unexpected interaction
might be the only thing
that makes you feel visible
and it might linger with you
so you don't return
to complete insignificance
We never intend
for this to blossom
and yet it does,
painfully
in some cases
What you imagine
gives you life,
when life
is suspended
in that flat landscape
of no offered
valleys or curves
It breaks us down ...
you might not see it,
but you certainly feel it
as you search for distractions,
perhaps an unexpected interaction
might be the only thing
that makes you feel visible
and it might linger with you
so you don't return
to complete insignificance
We never intend
for this to blossom
and yet it does,
painfully
in some cases
What you imagine
gives you life,
when life
is suspended
in that flat landscape
of no offered
valleys or curves
It breaks us down ...
#relationships
#identity
#SelfReflection
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4 Comments
I Made Some Changes
I made some changes
preferring not to say 'edit'
that self important word
implying I know what I'm doing
which is funny if you know me
I made some changes
to this poem
to my life
and my outlook on living
even to my sock drawer
I have no idea
what's to come
wishing there was a user's guide
'How to write poetry in ten easy steps'
not that I'd read it anyway
I made some changes
to how I act
around mean people
or people that suck
maybe not door to door salesmen
I have no...
preferring not to say 'edit'
that self important word
implying I know what I'm doing
which is funny if you know me
I made some changes
to this poem
to my life
and my outlook on living
even to my sock drawer
I have no idea
what's to come
wishing there was a user's guide
'How to write poetry in ten easy steps'
not that I'd read it anyway
I made some changes
to how I act
around mean people
or people that suck
maybe not door to door salesmen
I have no...
#identity
#learning
#SelfReflection
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Dotage
1/30
Dotage
How would / will I know
with no one to observe
Tell me
Remind me
Write it down. . .
Living alone
Having chats
Acknowledging
affirmations
without a different
point of view
Yes, I’ve read up on
the symptoms of
ancient aging
diseases
passed on DNA
(hoping it skips a generation)
But how would I even
be aware if I became. . .
As I grow older & fatter
I have put a laminated
note on my bathroom ...
Dotage
How would / will I know
with no one to observe
Tell me
Remind me
Write it down. . .
Living alone
Having chats
Acknowledging
affirmations
without a different
point of view
Yes, I’ve read up on
the symptoms of
ancient aging
diseases
passed on DNA
(hoping it skips a generation)
But how would I even
be aware if I became. . .
As I grow older & fatter
I have put a laminated
note on my bathroom ...
#identity
#LifeChangingMoment
#aging #NaPoWriMo2024
#aging #NaPoWriMo2024
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always was, always will be
It always was, it always will be.
Who am I now?
Much different than the girl
Back there?
Isn’t that part of the fear –
To find I’d barely changed, barely grown
Despite the years, and the tears –
Stagnant.
Dead at whatever.
Go back, Carole King,
Florence and The Machine - “how could anything bad ever happen to you?”
Indeed, Selene, what the fuck, Selene –
Baby Selene, Teen Selene and her
Florence and The Machine,
I’m so sorry, darling.
Twirl around in your dreams,...
Who am I now?
Much different than the girl
Back there?
Isn’t that part of the fear –
To find I’d barely changed, barely grown
Despite the years, and the tears –
Stagnant.
Dead at whatever.
Go back, Carole King,
Florence and The Machine - “how could anything bad ever happen to you?”
Indeed, Selene, what the fuck, Selene –
Baby Selene, Teen Selene and her
Florence and The Machine,
I’m so sorry, darling.
Twirl around in your dreams,...
#depression
#identity
#confessional
#memories
#SelfReflection
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A Shadow
Haunted by a dark shiver,
that creeps like a shadow's quiver.
A blackening cold
spreading upon my bones.
Confronted by the raw dank,
invasive thoughts of the unknown.
Hope is seen gaunt wandering my halls.
That despair is desperate to taint.
But strength has heard the ancient call.
The brightest gold sun shines
through the shriveled berry branches.
Blessed with newborn tiny blossom enhancements.
Away from the chaotic complexity of
the dark thought's advancement.
For when a shadow exists
that belongs to no sun....
that creeps like a shadow's quiver.
A blackening cold
spreading upon my bones.
Confronted by the raw dank,
invasive thoughts of the unknown.
Hope is seen gaunt wandering my halls.
That despair is desperate to taint.
But strength has heard the ancient call.
The brightest gold sun shines
through the shriveled berry branches.
Blessed with newborn tiny blossom enhancements.
Away from the chaotic complexity of
the dark thought's advancement.
For when a shadow exists
that belongs to no sun....
#strength
#identity
#spring #shadows
#spring #shadows
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