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.
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 10:23pm
25th Mar 2025 10:23pm
Goodbye DUP
It’s been almost 8 years since I joined DU.
It’s been almost 8 years since I left my abusive ex-husband.
I had been living with him for 8 years before finding this site.
Finding DU was finding my voice, a voice that had been silenced for so long. I was being tortured, suffering, suicidal, and on the verge of relapsing with self-harm.
The community here saw my pain bleeding onto the page, and you came to support and uplift me. More than that, you all saw my potential, and encouraged me to overcome great feats.
There will never be another...
It’s been almost 8 years since I left my abusive ex-husband.
I had been living with him for 8 years before finding this site.
Finding DU was finding my voice, a voice that had been silenced for so long. I was being tortured, suffering, suicidal, and on the verge of relapsing with self-harm.
The community here saw my pain bleeding onto the page, and you came to support and uplift me. More than that, you all saw my potential, and encouraged me to overcome great feats.
There will never be another...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#FeelingLost
#grief
#identity
#nostalgia
98 reads
4 Comments
Songbird83
Steven W.
Steven W.
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 3:32am
21st Mar 2025 3:32am
Can't Remember
My blood soaked plan to bury the mistakes I’ve made
Has fallen through the cracks in the floor because I’ve changed
-So much that I can’t remember
What I am supposed to be
So much that I don’t remember
Who I am supposed to be- (Chorus)
The time I’ve spent retracing my steps has been
A waste of time, it seems this pain will never end
And I cannot mend
Because I have changed
-Chorus-
How am I supposed to be
The man I need to be
When all I ever see
Is how cold I can be
I’ve changed –...
Has fallen through the cracks in the floor because I’ve changed
-So much that I can’t remember
What I am supposed to be
So much that I don’t remember
Who I am supposed to be- (Chorus)
The time I’ve spent retracing my steps has been
A waste of time, it seems this pain will never end
And I cannot mend
Because I have changed
-Chorus-
How am I supposed to be
The man I need to be
When all I ever see
Is how cold I can be
I’ve changed –...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#lyrics
#myself
#SelfWorth
77 reads
0 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 8:57pm
6th Mar 2025 8:57pm
f**king with levity (thinking out loud)
I've had a few creative mentors over the years, people I respected (some I still respect), people I looked up to without question, people I relied on, people who I treated like Gods when they were undeniably human. I took the best parts of them to heart, while also taking the things that don't work for me.
There's one line in particular, that runs through my head, rent free. "Indie, you need more levity, your work is brilliant, but it's too heavy on its own". And I think about that all the time. I think about how I love the darkness as much as I hate it. I think about...
There's one line in particular, that runs through my head, rent free. "Indie, you need more levity, your work is brilliant, but it's too heavy on its own". And I think about that all the time. I think about how I love the darkness as much as I hate it. I think about...
#confessional
#identity
#myself
#nonfiction
#SelfReflection
100 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 9:43pm
27th Feb 2025 9:43pm
Catastrophic Catachresis Of A Crisis Of Identity!
I always
Identified as a cat
It was clearly obvious
That i wasn't born a cat
As i didn't spend my day
Sleeping, screwing, or licking my bum!
But i did enjoy exploring
As my curiosity
Knew no bounds
Forever seeking new experiences
Until
One fine moonlit night
I met a cat
Born a cat
We got intimate
And i got arrested
For beastiality!
by Jemia
Identified as a cat
It was clearly obvious
That i wasn't born a cat
As i didn't spend my day
Sleeping, screwing, or licking my bum!
But i did enjoy exploring
As my curiosity
Knew no bounds
Forever seeking new experiences
Until
One fine moonlit night
I met a cat
Born a cat
We got intimate
And i got arrested
For beastiality!
by Jemia
#cats
#identity
#parody
#satirical
#surreal
78 reads
1 Comment
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 5:00pm
27th Feb 2025 5:00pm
Glamour Girl
She sat before the mirror to transform into the
world's most meticulously glamorized face.
Which still has never won her a place.
A canvas of expression between bliss and terror.
She applied the thick black fans of lashes,
lustful human feathers.
Which still has never won the race.
She lined her brows into an arch of perfection.
To go a long with her secret black tears of deception.
Shiny plastic red lips are plumped, glossed and lined.
To make her fans crave a pressing kiss.
Never allowing them to miss.
All she was, was...
world's most meticulously glamorized face.
Which still has never won her a place.
A canvas of expression between bliss and terror.
She applied the thick black fans of lashes,
lustful human feathers.
Which still has never won the race.
She lined her brows into an arch of perfection.
To go a long with her secret black tears of deception.
Shiny plastic red lips are plumped, glossed and lined.
To make her fans crave a pressing kiss.
Never allowing them to miss.
All she was, was...
#beauty
#identity
102 reads
11 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 10:02pm
26th Feb 2025 10:02pm
sparkly unicorn boy
I'm the mother
of a sparkly unicorn child
most days he wakes up
with a giggle on his lips
and asks for tickles
He dresses
like a rainbow exploded
and fell into the shape of clothes
over his body
I don't always tell everyone
he's a boy
so if they make gender assumptions
I generally let it slide
I don't know what opinion
a random Uber driver
or parent at the park
might have about
a sparkly unicorn boy
and how their own biases
might fight to dim his spark
Even...
of a sparkly unicorn child
most days he wakes up
with a giggle on his lips
and asks for tickles
He dresses
like a rainbow exploded
and fell into the shape of clothes
over his body
I don't always tell everyone
he's a boy
so if they make gender assumptions
I generally let it slide
I don't know what opinion
a random Uber driver
or parent at the park
might have about
a sparkly unicorn boy
and how their own biases
might fight to dim his spark
Even...
#childhood
#children
#happiness
#identity
#love
137 reads
5 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 2:01am
25th Feb 2025 2:01am
Esta Narcissus
Esta a childhood friend in a crowded room
she reigns with flair thinking she’s a queen
or at least a princess with her silken hair
her face aglow with ready laughter
her smiles are wide her eyes sparkles
soft spoken but with sharp-edged words
like a whirlwind she spins her charms
behind her eyes inwardly scared
during each quiet moment she knows
she is not liked by all around
as slight drizzles as morning dew
flitting butterfly, fleeting in every round
her stories remind me of Munchausen
a trip...
she reigns with flair thinking she’s a queen
or at least a princess with her silken hair
her face aglow with ready laughter
her smiles are wide her eyes sparkles
soft spoken but with sharp-edged words
like a whirlwind she spins her charms
behind her eyes inwardly scared
during each quiet moment she knows
she is not liked by all around
as slight drizzles as morning dew
flitting butterfly, fleeting in every round
her stories remind me of Munchausen
a trip...
#identity
96 reads
4 Comments
VirusofLife
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 7:33pm
24th Feb 2025 7:33pm
Curious Got Me This Far
Curious got me this far,
But conviction has done me in
Periphery sights in the fore
Can’t see what’s settling in
Give me what I came for,
And I’m out the door again.
Craving sylvan hillsides
Verdant and turbulent,
Set me down under arboreal parasols
Only glints of radiance grace the skin,
A life full of demons, I confess my sin
Here within the confluence baptized in chimerical reverence.
Jade eyes staring into the cerulean sky,
Seeking truth in nebulous phantasmagoria
Counting clouds pushed by a zephyr, ...
But conviction has done me in
Periphery sights in the fore
Can’t see what’s settling in
Give me what I came for,
And I’m out the door again.
Craving sylvan hillsides
Verdant and turbulent,
Set me down under arboreal parasols
Only glints of radiance grace the skin,
A life full of demons, I confess my sin
Here within the confluence baptized in chimerical reverence.
Jade eyes staring into the cerulean sky,
Seeking truth in nebulous phantasmagoria
Counting clouds pushed by a zephyr, ...
#identity
#nature
#PersonalGrowth #spiritual
#PersonalGrowth #spiritual
122 reads
0 Comments
COOPCAT
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 10:42pm
14th Feb 2025 10:42pm
A FACE
A face changes according to the shadow
From every look it meets
To please, to blend in, to be tender
Or hide, defend itself
So, between laughter and silences
Under each transformation
There is a truth, a reason
A single face remains and lights up.
From every look it meets
To please, to blend in, to be tender
Or hide, defend itself
So, between laughter and silences
Under each transformation
There is a truth, a reason
A single face remains and lights up.
#identity
87 reads
0 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 1:12am
9th Feb 2025 1:12am
Husk
You left me in the shallows,
half-drowned, lungs full of silt.
I am the remnants of something holy,
a cathedral stripped to bone.
Your voice was once a lifeline,
a tether between earth and sky—
now it lingers like distant thunder,
too far to bring the rain.
I call out, but only silence answers.
The ocean does not return what it takes.
And yet, I stand at the edge,
waiting for the tide to recognize my name.
half-drowned, lungs full of silt.
I am the remnants of something holy,
a cathedral stripped to bone.
Your voice was once a lifeline,
a tether between earth and sky—
now it lingers like distant thunder,
too far to bring the rain.
I call out, but only silence answers.
The ocean does not return what it takes.
And yet, I stand at the edge,
waiting for the tide to recognize my name.
#despair
#emptiness
#FeelingLost
#identity
#memories
132 reads
2 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
The Carbon Family Picnic
The Carbon Clan's
Autumn Harvest
Cornucopia
At Evergreen Meadow,
Chapter 1
The air shimmered with a crisp, autumnal chill. It was the eve of the harvest moon, a night of abundance and gratitude, when the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place to celebrate the year's bounty. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional gathering spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm, golden smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family,...
Autumn Harvest
Cornucopia
At Evergreen Meadow,
Chapter 1
The air shimmered with a crisp, autumnal chill. It was the eve of the harvest moon, a night of abundance and gratitude, when the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place to celebrate the year's bounty. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional gathering spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm, golden smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family,...
#art
#countryside
#identity
#nature
#relationships
161 reads
1 Comment
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 5:43am
29th Jan 2025 5:43am
Sam I am
That which observes greed is not greed: greed cannot observe itself.
That which observes lust is not lust: lust cannot observe itself.
That which observes anger is not anger: anger cannot observe itself.
That which observes love is not love: love cannot observe itself.
Who is the observer then?
Don't say "I am" because "I" does not exist.
That which observes mind is not mind: mind cannot observe itself.
And discuss.
That which observes lust is not lust: lust cannot observe itself.
That which observes anger is not anger: anger cannot observe itself.
That which observes love is not love: love cannot observe itself.
Who is the observer then?
Don't say "I am" because "I" does not exist.
That which observes mind is not mind: mind cannot observe itself.
And discuss.
#identity
73 reads
7 Comments
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