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.
adagio
Poem Published
26th Aug 2024 10:53pm
26th Aug 2024 10:53pm
Thanking I'm Charlie Chann
To my alter ego whom I respect and trust
don't self-destruct and become my obituary
fading to dark drowning in Moo Goo Gai Pan
becoming a psychopathic narcissistic eggroll
thanking I'm Charlie Chann
don't self-destruct and become my obituary
fading to dark drowning in Moo Goo Gai Pan
becoming a psychopathic narcissistic eggroll
thanking I'm Charlie Chann
#emptiness
#FeelingLost
#identity #mirror
#identity #mirror
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2 Comments
SommersWill
Poem Published
19th Aug 2024 1:59am
19th Aug 2024 1:59am
The House on the Hill
The click of the lock is a familiar friend that I've heard a thousand times before
Strangely it never opens; it just helps remind me that it's closed.
Water in my lungs, sand in my eyes. No breath. No escape.
I am Jack's overwhelming knowledge of failure and disappointment.
You are the whirlwind, the storm to which a thousand voices call out in prayer.
Mine among them, whimper though my voice is compared to its thunderous roar.
But I am just me. Little, trapped, old, me.
That mirror is completely empty.
It always is because I...
Strangely it never opens; it just helps remind me that it's closed.
Water in my lungs, sand in my eyes. No breath. No escape.
I am Jack's overwhelming knowledge of failure and disappointment.
You are the whirlwind, the storm to which a thousand voices call out in prayer.
Mine among them, whimper though my voice is compared to its thunderous roar.
But I am just me. Little, trapped, old, me.
That mirror is completely empty.
It always is because I...
#anxiety
#identity
#SelfReflection
123 reads
3 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
14th Aug 2024 1:34pm
14th Aug 2024 1:34pm
Not Being A Lert!
When is a Lert
Not a Lert
When it's not alert
I'm not alert sometimes
But that doesn't mean
That i'm not a Lert
Lerts
Are of a different breed
Usually docile
I once knew someone called Bert
But Bert
Was to alert
To be a Lert
Also Gert, and Kurt
None of them
Were Lerts either
Although Gert
Identified as a Lert
Twice a week
When out shopping
At Marks, and Spencers!
by Jemia
Not a Lert
When it's not alert
I'm not alert sometimes
But that doesn't mean
That i'm not a Lert
Lerts
Are of a different breed
Usually docile
I once knew someone called Bert
But Bert
Was to alert
To be a Lert
Also Gert, and Kurt
None of them
Were Lerts either
Although Gert
Identified as a Lert
Twice a week
When out shopping
At Marks, and Spencers!
by Jemia
#funny
#identity
#satirical
58 reads
0 Comments
Lamjhnsn1
Poem Published
10th Aug 2024 11:15am
10th Aug 2024 11:15am
Light, & Dark (Ombré Swirls)
Light, & dark, blended;
No evil comprehended,
Just two unkept hearts, finally mended.
Ombré colored, swirls.
One smooth flowing, the other rugged curls.
Regardless precious, he, an onyx stone, she, a lustrous sea pearl.
They duo mix, both, guiding wends.
The one blows, the other bends.
The one rises, the two ascend.
No evil comprehended,
Just two unkept hearts, finally mended.
Ombré colored, swirls.
One smooth flowing, the other rugged curls.
Regardless precious, he, an onyx stone, she, a lustrous sea pearl.
They duo mix, both, guiding wends.
The one blows, the other bends.
The one rises, the two ascend.
#culture
#evil
#identity
#racism
#uplifting
179 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
8th Aug 2024 6:18pm
8th Aug 2024 6:18pm
Young Hearts Run Free (Straight Talk Live)
I have been getting out of my bed, checking my voicemail before the crack of dawn to make sure none of my nursing staff has called off and me rushing around to find a replacement, or pay someone time and a half to cover, or the last resort of my passion, me filling in, passing out medications, checking Traches, draining colotomy bags, making sure patients who are bed ridden are rotated, assisting a Patient Care Assocaite or a LPN with bathing, giving insulin injections, then between the clinical duties and checking in my office to make sure no calls from Medicare for services reimbursement,...
#aging
#identity
#peace
#philosophical
#wisdom
259 reads
5 Comments
DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
6th Aug 2024 11:54am
6th Aug 2024 11:54am
You Know It's Time
Some of us
get stuck,
survival supersedes passion
and the life we build
can be a prison
The light grows dim
and you fear fading
into irrelevance
And that desperation for change
it hides, gnaws at you
and you hope
finally
it can spur you to action.
get stuck,
survival supersedes passion
and the life we build
can be a prison
The light grows dim
and you fear fading
into irrelevance
And that desperation for change
it hides, gnaws at you
and you hope
finally
it can spur you to action.
#identity
#LifeStruggles
174 reads
4 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 7:51am
2nd Aug 2024 7:51am
Savior Compulsion
Tell me you only feel like this with me.
Tell me I make you happy.
Tell me I’m useful.
Tell me you need me.
You can tell me you’re lying,
I’m lying too.
I promise I’ll never hurt you,
But some part of me hopes you hurt.
So I can pick up those pieces.
The selfish part of me that whispers behind all my words.
You can say you love me,
I scratch away the layers of skin you’ve touched.
I wonder,
Is it a savior complex or just a lack of self preservation?
...
Tell me I make you happy.
Tell me I’m useful.
Tell me you need me.
You can tell me you’re lying,
I’m lying too.
I promise I’ll never hurt you,
But some part of me hopes you hurt.
So I can pick up those pieces.
The selfish part of me that whispers behind all my words.
You can say you love me,
I scratch away the layers of skin you’ve touched.
I wonder,
Is it a savior complex or just a lack of self preservation?
...
#emptiness
#greed
#identity #shame
#identity #shame
108 reads
0 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 5:55am
2nd Aug 2024 5:55am
She's! So! Perky!!!
She has a weird body
Yeah, I looked
Yes, I'm judging (though I have no right to)
The designer got part of it right
She's slim and petite
Big boobs and big butt
But the boobs are high
and the butt is low
giving her figure (is that still a word?)
a wavy effect.
But it doesn't matter
because
she's!
super!
SUPER!
perky!!
READY TO YELL MS G???
She's talking about the staff rally (why, just why?)
my school district is having tomorrow.
I'll be...
Yeah, I looked
Yes, I'm judging (though I have no right to)
The designer got part of it right
She's slim and petite
Big boobs and big butt
But the boobs are high
and the butt is low
giving her figure (is that still a word?)
a wavy effect.
But it doesn't matter
because
she's!
super!
SUPER!
perky!!
READY TO YELL MS G???
She's talking about the staff rally (why, just why?)
my school district is having tomorrow.
I'll be...
#acceptance
#identity
#job
139 reads
8 Comments
darkcloud68
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 1:49am
2nd Aug 2024 1:49am
f**k The World If It Can't Adjust
I'm not trying to adjust to society norms, or to assimilate. Need no one's validation to make me great. If the world wants me to , it's going to be a long wait. In my head I am the universe. So I guess this world is in the wrong place. If the world is a mirror. And expect my reflection it would reflect a empty face. I'm a man born in a empty space, if the world expect me to adjust my heart would just be a empty place. I have no hunger for the world. So I guess I will die with a empty plate. If it's me against the world I graciously except my fate. Certified rebel I am a rule breaker. Hey I...
#identity
#masculinity
#SelfReflection
198 reads
3 Comments
euro66
Euro
Euro
Poem Published
31st Jul 2024 11:53pm
31st Jul 2024 11:53pm
ETIQUETTE.
Etiquette, etiquette, show etiquette! Young man!” They’d yell, while slamming the ruler against my hand.
My teeth ground together,
stomach sucking in,
my legs felt like jelly,
as my knees sunk
into bags of beans
placed beneath.
Another harsh slap,
to the back of the head;
“Show etiquette!” They’d shout again.
And there I go, off in my head,
Where there’s a warm bed,
soft blankets, and a nightlight,
to warn all my monsters away.
I don’t feel the rough skin,
of their palms on my face.
I don’t feel the sting, ...
My teeth ground together,
stomach sucking in,
my legs felt like jelly,
as my knees sunk
into bags of beans
placed beneath.
Another harsh slap,
to the back of the head;
“Show etiquette!” They’d shout again.
And there I go, off in my head,
Where there’s a warm bed,
soft blankets, and a nightlight,
to warn all my monsters away.
I don’t feel the rough skin,
of their palms on my face.
I don’t feel the sting, ...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark
#despair
#identity
74 reads
0 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
29th Jul 2024 00:55am
29th Jul 2024 00:55am
The Kind of Person Who ...
1. He's the kind of person who refers to someone's head as a noggin.
2. She's the kind of person who says, "That's funny!" but doesn't actually laugh.
3. I'm the kind of person who orders a Diet Coke to go along with an 1,800-calorie lunch.
4. She's the kind of person who says things like "I'm the kind of person who likes to do
algebraic equations while running."
5. She's the kind of person who insults everyone's job by putting the word little in front
of it. "You're happy being a little teacher. I wouldn't be."
6....
2. She's the kind of person who says, "That's funny!" but doesn't actually laugh.
3. I'm the kind of person who orders a Diet Coke to go along with an 1,800-calorie lunch.
4. She's the kind of person who says things like "I'm the kind of person who likes to do
algebraic equations while running."
5. She's the kind of person who insults everyone's job by putting the word little in front
of it. "You're happy being a little teacher. I wouldn't be."
6....
#funny
#identity
105 reads
3 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
26th Jul 2024 3:07pm
26th Jul 2024 3:07pm
The last unfolding venue
I favour absolution
But it divides thy weary head
To satisfy illusion
I’ll paint the words you’ve never said
Your lips are stained with envy
Your tears are spilled with rust
Your breath is long and winded
Cinders down to piling dust
Your soul is convoluted
Your Impatience is a sin
The measures that adjust thyself
Outstretched as it is thin
I value common thresholds
I’m never surging to the void
Never splayed out in continue
Never thoughtlessly deployed
I hold...
But it divides thy weary head
To satisfy illusion
I’ll paint the words you’ve never said
Your lips are stained with envy
Your tears are spilled with rust
Your breath is long and winded
Cinders down to piling dust
Your soul is convoluted
Your Impatience is a sin
The measures that adjust thyself
Outstretched as it is thin
I value common thresholds
I’m never surging to the void
Never splayed out in continue
Never thoughtlessly deployed
I hold...
#identity
128 reads
10 Comments
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