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.
Circling Back
Insanity is enchanting, madness, addictive.
Between the lines, the warmth of your smile is enough.
I know I am safe when serenity comes into view as a stray thought.
You are timely to recite my last rites.
I am content, grateful for that.
Comforted.
I watch from above as the words flow forth on the winds of time.
The cosmos is angelic and welcoming.
Traveling into my subconsciousness during my dreams is an adventure.
I become another living being.
I am assertive.
I am aggressive.
I’m a loud mouth.
I’m not...
Between the lines, the warmth of your smile is enough.
I know I am safe when serenity comes into view as a stray thought.
You are timely to recite my last rites.
I am content, grateful for that.
Comforted.
I watch from above as the words flow forth on the winds of time.
The cosmos is angelic and welcoming.
Traveling into my subconsciousness during my dreams is an adventure.
I become another living being.
I am assertive.
I am aggressive.
I’m a loud mouth.
I’m not...
#acceptance
#confusion
#identity #mirror
#identity #mirror
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Skinny Dipping
Some people
Have told me
you see
That i have skin
that is lovely
Which is fine
As long as
They have
no intentions
Of
turning me
And
making me chic
Into
a lampshade
EEEEK!
by Jemia
Have told me
you see
That i have skin
that is lovely
Which is fine
As long as
They have
no intentions
Of
turning me
And
making me chic
Into
a lampshade
EEEEK!
by Jemia
#beauty
#funny
#identity
#satirical
#scary
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Only the Animal Survives
Raw and alive
the tangible need.
box it
weight it
ship it UPS
in a world of fake
you are real
make me bleed
rubbing emotions raw
the slow exhaled whisper
both fire and ice
to nerves
exposed to light
and I scream
for more
scream your name
ripping the mask
off your savage heart
love
lust
hate
are all used
to fuel the fire
blistering skin and boiling blood
the last walls crumble
screaming
in fear
losing control
evolution
destroyed in just one night ...
the tangible need.
box it
weight it
ship it UPS
in a world of fake
you are real
make me bleed
rubbing emotions raw
the slow exhaled whisper
both fire and ice
to nerves
exposed to light
and I scream
for more
scream your name
ripping the mask
off your savage heart
love
lust
hate
are all used
to fuel the fire
blistering skin and boiling blood
the last walls crumble
screaming
in fear
losing control
evolution
destroyed in just one night ...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#lust #passion
#lust #passion
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Doing my head in.
The flesh I am, existed in kind before I was even born.In the cells of other people.They held my future flesh and blood between their legs,waiting for the right conditions to arrive, to create a human being,a body only.
But me, the one you are now creating in your mind, is perception dependant, dependant on your biases and conditioning.The me you perceive will be different from the one I do and all others do.
Here in lies the lies.If enough people say I'm a good man you will believe it.You will perceive me differently without empirical evidence.
...
But me, the one you are now creating in your mind, is perception dependant, dependant on your biases and conditioning.The me you perceive will be different from the one I do and all others do.
Here in lies the lies.If enough people say I'm a good man you will believe it.You will perceive me differently without empirical evidence.
...
#identity
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Bird on a Barren Feeder
In a vacant quiet winter world,
behold the robin's final chord.
The bird at the barren feeder
struck my heart's eye.
I also know a cold hunger
inside unexplained need's cry.
The universe tells me I'm human, mortal.
As I sway over the edge of the portal.
Death's invite in hand,
as I'm chased by haunted screaming dreams,.
that never anchored a chance.
The bird would fly straight in.
Me, hesitant, with my unresolved sin.
The bird accepts his demise
and gets on with living.
It's existence within the joy it sings....
behold the robin's final chord.
The bird at the barren feeder
struck my heart's eye.
I also know a cold hunger
inside unexplained need's cry.
The universe tells me I'm human, mortal.
As I sway over the edge of the portal.
Death's invite in hand,
as I'm chased by haunted screaming dreams,.
that never anchored a chance.
The bird would fly straight in.
Me, hesitant, with my unresolved sin.
The bird accepts his demise
and gets on with living.
It's existence within the joy it sings....
#birds
#identity
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The Rotten Tree
what i carry
behind the veil
is more
a silent wail
of known despair
a mind
beyond repair
inside judge and jury
all thoughts
like puree
rattling of
old bones
glass shattered
by stones
one sided
conversations
about destroying
creation
no tears shed
for the darkness
in my head
ring that
leper bell
welcome
back hell
see what's
become of me
a rotten tree
behind the veil
is more
a silent wail
of known despair
a mind
beyond repair
inside judge and jury
all thoughts
like puree
rattling of
old bones
glass shattered
by stones
one sided
conversations
about destroying
creation
no tears shed
for the darkness
in my head
ring that
leper bell
welcome
back hell
see what's
become of me
a rotten tree
#identity
#MentalHealth
#SelfWorth
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YOU
You are special
You are unique
You are powerful
You are equipped
You are knowledgeable
You are smart
You are important
You are valuable
You are loved...but,
always remember that
You are alone!
You are unique
You are powerful
You are equipped
You are knowledgeable
You are smart
You are important
You are valuable
You are loved...but,
always remember that
You are alone!
#acceptance
#identity
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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homeless
the night's
cold is
apparently
unaware
of what
it is
doing
to me,
it is
creeping
onto
my skin,
finding
its way
to
my bones,
and by
morning,
i may be
as cold
as the
night was,
unless the
sun can
save me.
cold is
apparently
unaware
of what
it is
doing
to me,
it is
creeping
onto
my skin,
finding
its way
to
my bones,
and by
morning,
i may be
as cold
as the
night was,
unless the
sun can
save me.
#culture
#homelessness
#identity
#ignorance
#politics
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Wabi-Sabi
In my wabi-sabi, imperfection, and melancholy as
the weight is lifted from my shoulder with the
the essence of something blue, and the ups and
downs with moments of silence shared with my
muse beneath a shadow, come tomorrow of
intimacy with my wabi-sabi
the weight is lifted from my shoulder with the
the essence of something blue, and the ups and
downs with moments of silence shared with my
muse beneath a shadow, come tomorrow of
intimacy with my wabi-sabi
#identity
#motivational
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Finding My Ego
My ego was broken into little fragments
And pieces. How was I even able to find it?
It is only when I started walking again that
Maybe I could find some peace with never
Trying to find my ego again. You walked all
Over my ego and you get to keep it. My pride
Was too wounded to try to reclaim it.
And pieces. How was I even able to find it?
It is only when I started walking again that
Maybe I could find some peace with never
Trying to find my ego again. You walked all
Over my ego and you get to keep it. My pride
Was too wounded to try to reclaim it.
#heartbroken
#identity
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storms never last
what walls
can
oppression,
intolerance
build
uninterrupted,
those willing
to sell
their values,
boundaries
set by
the minds
of ignorance,
but, there
are some
that can
see scenes
further away,
strength
in their
convictions,
one voice
can begin
to change
many, and
then change
can happen.
can
oppression,
intolerance
build
uninterrupted,
those willing
to sell
their values,
boundaries
set by
the minds
of ignorance,
but, there
are some
that can
see scenes
further away,
strength
in their
convictions,
one voice
can begin
to change
many, and
then change
can happen.
#culture
#freedom
#identity
#morality
#politics
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A New Bag
A new bag of interest chewing on my taste buds
Letting my hair down in poetic darkness
In search of older women who dig Arbuckle
And chicken noodle soup and making love
At sundown and listening to Porter Wagoner
Drinking Budweiser from a tin can
Letting my hair down in poetic darkness
In search of older women who dig Arbuckle
And chicken noodle soup and making love
At sundown and listening to Porter Wagoner
Drinking Budweiser from a tin can
#identity
#philosophical
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