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.
thinlane
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2024 3:54pm
23rd Mar 2024 3:54pm
You Are
A bright heart
Full of broken dreams
Filled eyes
Brimming over with tears
And a sharp tongue
Blunted by ignorance
You are all these things
But
Like any other human being
You are more
A sharp mind
Filled with pleasing words
A wet sex
Aching for filling
Soft hands
Full of violence
You are blatant
Yet unknowable
And I only wish
I could know you
Really
Full of broken dreams
Filled eyes
Brimming over with tears
And a sharp tongue
Blunted by ignorance
You are all these things
But
Like any other human being
You are more
A sharp mind
Filled with pleasing words
A wet sex
Aching for filling
Soft hands
Full of violence
You are blatant
Yet unknowable
And I only wish
I could know you
Really
#identity
48 reads
3 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2024 2:00am
23rd Mar 2024 2:00am
Glass Box
the womb of the
woman who gave
birth to me was
brutally cut open
with a knife scary
hands wrapped
in plastic pulled
me out suddenly
& put me in a box
...made of glass
it's said it feels
like an invasion
creating a sense
of unsafety for the
...harmless baby
reading about it
it all made sense
the nightmares i
had as a child of
being put in a box
and thrown into the
water or left behind
in a burning forest
...in a...
woman who gave
birth to me was
brutally cut open
with a knife scary
hands wrapped
in plastic pulled
me out suddenly
& put me in a box
...made of glass
it's said it feels
like an invasion
creating a sense
of unsafety for the
...harmless baby
reading about it
it all made sense
the nightmares i
had as a child of
being put in a box
and thrown into the
water or left behind
in a burning forest
...in a...
#birth
#identity
136 reads
22 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
18th Mar 2024 7:18am
18th Mar 2024 7:18am
forests
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,
a community.
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,
a community.
#courage
#friendship
#identity
#culture
#tolerance
67 reads
6 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
17th Mar 2024 12:24pm
17th Mar 2024 12:24pm
Prisoner
I am a prisoner of my mind's confine
a captive soul held by an intangible line
my belief's stronghold trapping me
never compromising never free
my beliefs and convictions is a fortress
with rigid walls constructed by thoughts
big and small rocks its foundation
I am a prisoner of my own creation
the chains of character constrict
I cannot cry freedom from idealism
a promise must never be broken
a gift must never be returned
once the red light turn
there will be no return
once the green flickers
there...
a captive soul held by an intangible line
my belief's stronghold trapping me
never compromising never free
my beliefs and convictions is a fortress
with rigid walls constructed by thoughts
big and small rocks its foundation
I am a prisoner of my own creation
the chains of character constrict
I cannot cry freedom from idealism
a promise must never be broken
a gift must never be returned
once the red light turn
there will be no return
once the green flickers
there...
#identity
#WritingPoetry
70 reads
6 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
9th Mar 2024 8:18pm
9th Mar 2024 8:18pm
around and around
around
and around
this world
she goes,
clear
locations
outside
her windows,
a simple
promise
she makes
to herself,
she holds
them close
in
her hands,
blessed by
the truth,
and
the chance
to share
her talent,
herself.
and around
this world
she goes,
clear
locations
outside
her windows,
a simple
promise
she makes
to herself,
she holds
them close
in
her hands,
blessed by
the truth,
and
the chance
to share
her talent,
herself.
#identity
#travel
#freedom
#art
#culture
79 reads
6 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
7th Mar 2024 8:14am
7th Mar 2024 8:14am
ghost buds
the little
ghost buds
were expected
on
the trees,
its show piece
among
the uncountable
leaves,
rambling green,
do not
hesitate
to show
yourself,
your beauty
is self-evident,
but one
may disappear
without notice,
and in
the column
of blue-gray,
you
will not
lose
your identity.
ghost buds
were expected
on
the trees,
its show piece
among
the uncountable
leaves,
rambling green,
do not
hesitate
to show
yourself,
your beauty
is self-evident,
but one
may disappear
without notice,
and in
the column
of blue-gray,
you
will not
lose
your identity.
#identity
#trees
#nature #LifeCycle
#nature #LifeCycle
83 reads
6 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
5th Mar 2024 00:50am
5th Mar 2024 00:50am
the old city
the old
city needs
to be
reincorporated,
the skeleton
needs
new flesh,
opened eyes
out of
curiosity,
her lover's
life
breathed back
into her,
a crowd
of people
wandering
inside
of her,
debating,
discussing
how they
can continue
to keep
her alive
from
now on.
city needs
to be
reincorporated,
the skeleton
needs
new flesh,
opened eyes
out of
curiosity,
her lover's
life
breathed back
into her,
a crowd
of people
wandering
inside
of her,
debating,
discussing
how they
can continue
to keep
her alive
from
now on.
#identity
#city
#environment
#consumerism
#responsibility
93 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
4th Mar 2024 12:38pm
4th Mar 2024 12:38pm
Dragon Dreams
The skies
Very suddenly
Burst asunder
And through the broken clouds
A great thunder
As a roaring
Of a dragons breath
Brought flames
That shot forth
From the dragons mouth
As its firey breath
First burnt out the North
And then the South
Finally the East
The dragon
Headed West
Its fire now exhausted
It then glided
Along the now crimson red sky
And like a slave
Thence returned to its cave
Burnt out
Lost in its opinions
Of the minions
Of a race that lacked any subtlety
He...
Very suddenly
Burst asunder
And through the broken clouds
A great thunder
As a roaring
Of a dragons breath
Brought flames
That shot forth
From the dragons mouth
As its firey breath
First burnt out the North
And then the South
Finally the East
The dragon
Headed West
Its fire now exhausted
It then glided
Along the now crimson red sky
And like a slave
Thence returned to its cave
Burnt out
Lost in its opinions
Of the minions
Of a race that lacked any subtlety
He...
#identity
#nature
#dragons #revenge
#dragons #revenge
40 reads
0 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
4th Mar 2024 6:03am
4th Mar 2024 6:03am
herself she placed on display
the naked lady
wears her nothing on
the sunshine
shows her freckled skin
from hair to knees
feet hidden below walls
even the young boys
she her look unashamed
her curtains still open
her eyes still closed
the sun moves away
each her hours pass
come night now
she proves herself
the open window breathed
eyes still peeking
wears her nothing on
the sunshine
shows her freckled skin
from hair to knees
feet hidden below walls
even the young boys
she her look unashamed
her curtains still open
her eyes still closed
the sun moves away
each her hours pass
come night now
she proves herself
the open window breathed
eyes still peeking
#women
#identity
#freedom
#morality
#risk
133 reads
4 Comments
APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2024 1:01am
3rd Mar 2024 1:01am
If
My life now forfeit to the changing
fates of time and space, held it thrall
to the shadowed depths of visions
hidden in fear to embrace the
amorphous geometry of chaos,
mortal dilemma or morality play,
what choices made point to selfish
desires to survive while simultaneously
destroying the beliefs used as guides,
the past forgotten in the onslaught
to propel a spirit into the incorporeal
fears dividing joy and darkness,
seeking to hold the anchor of shame
about the waist of celestial regret
for lost chances...
fates of time and space, held it thrall
to the shadowed depths of visions
hidden in fear to embrace the
amorphous geometry of chaos,
mortal dilemma or morality play,
what choices made point to selfish
desires to survive while simultaneously
destroying the beliefs used as guides,
the past forgotten in the onslaught
to propel a spirit into the incorporeal
fears dividing joy and darkness,
seeking to hold the anchor of shame
about the waist of celestial regret
for lost chances...
#identity
#meditation
73 reads
0 Comments
Heart_of_Stone
Rachela
Rachela
Poem Published
27th Feb 2024 11:02am
27th Feb 2024 11:02am
The meaning of me
Far away
from a life that was
I had job and cats and sex
and my shoes
in neat little rows
high heels to practical flats
I loved the normalcy of life
comforted by the routine
Until I saw a spark of the divine
hiding in the corner of a stranger's eye
for once seen
could never be unseen
infectious longing and desire
hoping to discover something more
and find the meaning of me
So much has changed
since that apocryphal day
living within the chaos of life
everything is different
yet still...
from a life that was
I had job and cats and sex
and my shoes
in neat little rows
high heels to practical flats
I loved the normalcy of life
comforted by the routine
Until I saw a spark of the divine
hiding in the corner of a stranger's eye
for once seen
could never be unseen
infectious longing and desire
hoping to discover something more
and find the meaning of me
So much has changed
since that apocryphal day
living within the chaos of life
everything is different
yet still...
#identity
#SelfDiscovery
55 reads
6 Comments
Isgyppie_
Poem Published
25th Feb 2024 4:19pm
25th Feb 2024 4:19pm
hiraeth soul
Despite my mind thinking rationally
And my heart feeling wholly
My soul rejects the fundamental possession of this life.
Yearning for the ancient
It quietly cries and seethes and grieves
No matter the lightness my body seeks
My soul remains heavy in custody
Seeping into my unfocused mind
And scraping into my weary bones
Whispering to my heart that this is not the way
But it is what we are given this day
Nourishment for disease
Thoughts for illness
Sustenance for greed
Material for meaning ...
And my heart feeling wholly
My soul rejects the fundamental possession of this life.
Yearning for the ancient
It quietly cries and seethes and grieves
No matter the lightness my body seeks
My soul remains heavy in custody
Seeping into my unfocused mind
And scraping into my weary bones
Whispering to my heart that this is not the way
But it is what we are given this day
Nourishment for disease
Thoughts for illness
Sustenance for greed
Material for meaning ...
#corruption
#identity
#spiritual #culture
#spiritual #culture
110 reads
8 Comments
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