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.
darkcloud68
Poem Published
21st Jul 2024 4:55pm
21st Jul 2024 4:55pm
My Zone
Alone in my zone, a different realm, a different time zone. I myself and I so can call myself a iphone. Skin of my skin flesh of my flesh, bone of my bones. The world is mine therefore I roam, so I can call the world my home. I look at the sky as it falls on my dome, the earth can shake, but nothing in existence can shake my throne. I'm as dark as night. Even the sunlight magnifies my tone, I may have fallen like the leaves off trees, but just like the trees, I can stand on my own. I am who I am and nothing can change that. I was made not to break I was made for combat. Like Jesus died...
#acceptance
#identity
#SelfWorth
242 reads
7 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
16th Jul 2024 7:23pm
16th Jul 2024 7:23pm
Aligning the Mimics
No clarity of conscience
to fill the void
with coherent musings
Just
a vast shading of a poise
that darkens
the stance of subjugation
O’ hath the shakers
encouraging the oath of idolatry
infecting the paths of our children
masterful leaders
intent
on manufacturing an illness
to challenge their views
Sedentary players
that measure their worth;
their grit
Aligning the mimics to accept
the roguery of an ill-managed ruse
In depth, they are the spinners of tales ...
to fill the void
with coherent musings
Just
a vast shading of a poise
that darkens
the stance of subjugation
O’ hath the shakers
encouraging the oath of idolatry
infecting the paths of our children
masterful leaders
intent
on manufacturing an illness
to challenge their views
Sedentary players
that measure their worth;
their grit
Aligning the mimics to accept
the roguery of an ill-managed ruse
In depth, they are the spinners of tales ...
#dark
#identity
#risk
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0 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
13th Jul 2024 4:12pm
13th Jul 2024 4:12pm
Narcissist doll
Insanity calls for a spiritual demise
Angels reject thy disease
Forgotten, they suffer
No shadow to take
For I am the god here to please
Apparent in riles
Complacent in stellar
Lain place of valiant tease
Forsaking the measure
In search of self pleasure
Emboldened by the flair of the ease
Lay waste, their desires
let them singe in the fires
I am skillful at faking good deeds
forlorn, yet persuaded
To be masterfully jaded
Well versed to this imperfect scheme
Marked...
Angels reject thy disease
Forgotten, they suffer
No shadow to take
For I am the god here to please
Apparent in riles
Complacent in stellar
Lain place of valiant tease
Forsaking the measure
In search of self pleasure
Emboldened by the flair of the ease
Lay waste, their desires
let them singe in the fires
I am skillful at faking good deeds
forlorn, yet persuaded
To be masterfully jaded
Well versed to this imperfect scheme
Marked...
#dark
#identity
#vanity
217 reads
4 Comments
darkcloud68
Poem Published
13th Jul 2024 3:01am
13th Jul 2024 3:01am
Self Revelations
Standing on a strong foundation, because I know that I am God's crown creation. I would never drown in my trials and tribulations. I'm shedding myself today, because I am new revelation. And everything about me that leads to my self devastation. I looked deep into my self. And I have found self salvation. I been too the bottom so the top is my only destination. I am sailing through negative thoughts, using positive navigations. Like that song says I am feeling good vibrations. I'm high off life so I am reaching higher stations. I'm not going to cry about tomorrow, because it's a new day,...
#identity
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
238 reads
3 Comments
Lamjhnsn1
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 6:32pm
9th Jul 2024 6:32pm
If I Were An African King
If I were an African King,
The Malika's of my dreams.
Wearing dresses, with princess seams.
Deprived not, of a lavish thing.
If I were an African King.
Mwezi lit nights, with flesh that screams.
Thirts that flow, as The Lopori streams.
With all the spark my upanga can bring.
If I were an African King.
Smiles that shine, like The Namib beams.
Their trees "give on" as the tongue reams.
Upon their lips, my name that they'd sing.
If I were an African King
The Malika's of my dreams.
Wearing dresses, with princess seams.
Deprived not, of a lavish thing.
If I were an African King.
Mwezi lit nights, with flesh that screams.
Thirts that flow, as The Lopori streams.
With all the spark my upanga can bring.
If I were an African King.
Smiles that shine, like The Namib beams.
Their trees "give on" as the tongue reams.
Upon their lips, my name that they'd sing.
If I were an African King
#culture
#dystopian
#freedom
#identity
#masculinity
201 reads
0 Comments
herry_the_poet
Poem Published
5th Jul 2024 6:40pm
5th Jul 2024 6:40pm
The Sandman's Regime
Something in me must be broken
as I try to lie down at night
My dreams all turn into nightmares
that keep waking me up alright
Ones where I drive semi again
with no idea where to go
Ones where I've found some strange places
without a good map to follow
Ones where my logbook’s out of date
like that test I haven't studied for?
And NEW problems seem to find me
I've never encountered before
Ones where I get into a WRECK
that would be hard to justify
I never reach my goal you see
before I wake up FYI
My...
as I try to lie down at night
My dreams all turn into nightmares
that keep waking me up alright
Ones where I drive semi again
with no idea where to go
Ones where I've found some strange places
without a good map to follow
Ones where my logbook’s out of date
like that test I haven't studied for?
And NEW problems seem to find me
I've never encountered before
Ones where I get into a WRECK
that would be hard to justify
I never reach my goal you see
before I wake up FYI
My...
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#identity #myself
#identity #myself
171 reads
2 Comments
APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2024 8:00am
2nd Jul 2024 8:00am
The Death of Fate
I have lived all my life
you mocking every turn
laughing when brought low
clinging when I stand
enough is enough
the only way left
is the direction I'm walking
for my path leads not right or left
but through the heart of you
stand aside
or you will not survive
I have nothing left to lose
except a life of little meaning
even to myself
stand aside I say one last time
my hands itching to destroy
wrapped tight
squeezing with all my might
your face red then purple
throbbing veins and
guttural sounds...
you mocking every turn
laughing when brought low
clinging when I stand
enough is enough
the only way left
is the direction I'm walking
for my path leads not right or left
but through the heart of you
stand aside
or you will not survive
I have nothing left to lose
except a life of little meaning
even to myself
stand aside I say one last time
my hands itching to destroy
wrapped tight
squeezing with all my might
your face red then purple
throbbing veins and
guttural sounds...
#anger
#identity
#SelfDiscovery #SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfReflection
116 reads
2 Comments
poetic_gawdess
Poem Published
30th Jun 2024 7:47pm
30th Jun 2024 7:47pm
Creole Negra
Creole woman.
She’s like sugar and spice,
Made up of everything naughty
and red beans and rice.
If you think about pursuing her,
I hope that you can dance.
Because if you can’t zydeco baby,
you haven’t got a chance.
She’s a beauty of mixed culture,
she speaks a little spanish,
a little french too.
But tread carefully,
cos she might know voodoo.
She knows a lot of tricks in bed,
she sucks more than just crawfish heads.
She can burn in the kitchen!
That means she can cook,
she’s one of a...
She’s like sugar and spice,
Made up of everything naughty
and red beans and rice.
If you think about pursuing her,
I hope that you can dance.
Because if you can’t zydeco baby,
you haven’t got a chance.
She’s a beauty of mixed culture,
she speaks a little spanish,
a little french too.
But tread carefully,
cos she might know voodoo.
She knows a lot of tricks in bed,
she sucks more than just crawfish heads.
She can burn in the kitchen!
That means she can cook,
she’s one of a...
#culture
#identity
#myself #seductive
#myself #seductive
214 reads
5 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
28th Jun 2024 12:24pm
28th Jun 2024 12:24pm
metal Nirvana
We fall through the music
get lost in this moment
until no other moments exist
I am free
bass fucking through my limbs
taking me to places
only Gods know
I could stay in this place
forever
replace my blood
with music
and ecstasy
But time always finds us
between heaven and tomorrow
and all I'll have is the memory
of tonight
tattooed on my soul
get lost in this moment
until no other moments exist
I am free
bass fucking through my limbs
taking me to places
only Gods know
I could stay in this place
forever
replace my blood
with music
and ecstasy
But time always finds us
between heaven and tomorrow
and all I'll have is the memory
of tonight
tattooed on my soul
#identity
#love
#music
192 reads
2 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
26th Jun 2024 11:26pm
26th Jun 2024 11:26pm
The Big Guy Chapter 2
#CallToAction
#identity
99 reads
2 Comments
darkcloud68
Poem Published
26th Jun 2024 4:57pm
26th Jun 2024 4:57pm
The Tundra The Creed
I run upon the tundra, I am the lighting and the thunder. The King of my domain,and the dark clouds I dwell under. Observing nature filling my soul with wonder. What God has placed together. Let no woman or man rip asunder. Knowledge and wisdom is the feast of my observations, and I am filled with hunger. So give me today my daily bread. Feed my intellect with wisdom, place a sparkling crown of knowledge upon my head. Place courage into my heart, grace my flowing mane, I am brave and bold and there is nothing that I dread. Unto me no evil will ever tread, crucified by life how...
#identity
#SelfDiscovery
209 reads
5 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
25th Jun 2024 7:29am
25th Jun 2024 7:29am
every time I forget to forget you
It's weird how every few years
I look you up on social media
wonder where you're at
wonder how you're doing
like I actually fucking care
It's perverse curiosity at best
but there's never a good reason
for me to look you up
and looking over your life
always makes me end up
hating myself
because despite the fact
(or perhaps because of)
the fact you're an absolute cunt
you're doing better
at this life stuff than me
You got your dream job
retired young
have a beautiful family
and...
I look you up on social media
wonder where you're at
wonder how you're doing
like I actually fucking care
It's perverse curiosity at best
but there's never a good reason
for me to look you up
and looking over your life
always makes me end up
hating myself
because despite the fact
(or perhaps because of)
the fact you're an absolute cunt
you're doing better
at this life stuff than me
You got your dream job
retired young
have a beautiful family
and...
#anger
#identity
#memories #SelfReflection
#memories #SelfReflection
172 reads
5 Comments
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