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.
ComaLux
Ely
Ely
Poem Published
15th Jun 2024 6:39am
15th Jun 2024 6:39am
Lost roots
I can't seem to remove this eclipse
This curse hovers over me,
a black storm cloud blocking the view of the stars exploding
and expanding into vast clouds of glittery neon dust...
I can't feel any ghosts, I can't feel the energy of the mystics here before.
Have I become a nihilist? This self-proclaimed know-it-all...
a soul-sick bastard with a stolen dream.
All meaning seems phony...
Have I been the subject of a spiritual lobotomy?
Or were they antidepressants?
Social engineering, maybe energy vampires?
Tangled by cords like...
This curse hovers over me,
a black storm cloud blocking the view of the stars exploding
and expanding into vast clouds of glittery neon dust...
I can't feel any ghosts, I can't feel the energy of the mystics here before.
Have I become a nihilist? This self-proclaimed know-it-all...
a soul-sick bastard with a stolen dream.
All meaning seems phony...
Have I been the subject of a spiritual lobotomy?
Or were they antidepressants?
Social engineering, maybe energy vampires?
Tangled by cords like...
#FeelingLost
#identity
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
165 reads
1 Comment
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
14th Jun 2024 00:32am
14th Jun 2024 00:32am
how to become invisible
#identity
#memories
#violence
136 reads
8 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
13th Jun 2024 11:28pm
13th Jun 2024 11:28pm
gypsy itch
Saw my therapist yesterday
and he told me
my semi-reckless restlessness
was a positive thing
It's not a conclusion
I would have a come to
on my own
because I keep trying
to bury the gypsy itch
that's been trying
to take over my limbs
From his perspective I'm a person
who craves experiences
but is confined by circumstances
to restless-leg syndrome
when all my feet want to do
is hit the pavement and run
It's not really a surprise
that I've been feeling crazy
trying...
and he told me
my semi-reckless restlessness
was a positive thing
It's not a conclusion
I would have a come to
on my own
because I keep trying
to bury the gypsy itch
that's been trying
to take over my limbs
From his perspective I'm a person
who craves experiences
but is confined by circumstances
to restless-leg syndrome
when all my feet want to do
is hit the pavement and run
It's not really a surprise
that I've been feeling crazy
trying...
#identity
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery #SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfReflection
190 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
12th Jun 2024 10:22pm
12th Jun 2024 10:22pm
my history is an ocean
I drowned myself in history
felt all my past lives crash
over me in crushing waves
and decided it would be okay
to breathe it all in
and choke on it
You were more than a drop
of rain in the ocean
more than discarded bones
lying on the sea floor
your name and face
unforgettable
when other names
and other faces now elude me
I can't remember how many
people have had their tongue
in my mouth
or how many men have seen
the full nakedness of...
felt all my past lives crash
over me in crushing waves
and decided it would be okay
to breathe it all in
and choke on it
You were more than a drop
of rain in the ocean
more than discarded bones
lying on the sea floor
your name and face
unforgettable
when other names
and other faces now elude me
I can't remember how many
people have had their tongue
in my mouth
or how many men have seen
the full nakedness of...
#grief
#identity
#memories
208 reads
6 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
12th Jun 2024 3:32pm
12th Jun 2024 3:32pm
Phthalo Green
Phthalo Green:
So close to Viridian.
Perhaps Emerald,
Or maybe Prussian?
I ache for warm Olive tones,
Or the coolness of Cobalt.
I could become Yellow Ochre,
Or mix into Cerulean.
Phthalo Green.
So close to anything else,
So far from what I want to be.
So close to Viridian.
Perhaps Emerald,
Or maybe Prussian?
I ache for warm Olive tones,
Or the coolness of Cobalt.
I could become Yellow Ochre,
Or mix into Cerulean.
Phthalo Green.
So close to anything else,
So far from what I want to be.
#identity
#SelfWorth
#shame
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0 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
12th Jun 2024 11:02am
12th Jun 2024 11:02am
tú Alma
Cada vez que tú Alma sale de cuerpo.
Sale a jugar con la Mía.
Tú no lo notas, pues ya es otra vida.
Nicola
Sale a jugar con la Mía.
Tú no lo notas, pues ya es otra vida.
Nicola
#identity
114 reads
0 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
12th Jun 2024 00:46am
12th Jun 2024 00:46am
deep questions with complicatedly simple answers
Someone asked me once, when I was 25, what I wanted out of life. I said adventure and inner peace. It's been 14 years since that question was posed and I don't have an adventurous life, nor is inner peace is anywhere to be found.
These days going to see a movie feels like an adventure. Hell, even coffee at a cafe with a friend would be good. But everyone is too busy, because we're proper adults now, with careers, or kids and other responsibilities. Friendships feel pretty low down on the list of important priorities, though I would prefer it to be closer to the top.
...
These days going to see a movie feels like an adventure. Hell, even coffee at a cafe with a friend would be good. But everyone is too busy, because we're proper adults now, with careers, or kids and other responsibilities. Friendships feel pretty low down on the list of important priorities, though I would prefer it to be closer to the top.
...
#confessional
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#philosophical
241 reads
5 Comments
Heart_of_Stone
Poem Published
7th Jun 2024 1:41am
7th Jun 2024 1:41am
Tell Me
I'm not asking you fix me
so please don't even try
this doesn't mean I love you less
you are the beating of my heart
but this is my journey
that we all must travel alone
I do not mean to hurt you
tell me you understand
we are two separate spirits entwined
not one spirit to the end of time
So please just hold my hand
and wrap your arms around me
when life begins to flood
you are the raft I cling to
but some day I must learn to swim
Please tell me you'll set me free
if only to see me stumble ...
so please don't even try
this doesn't mean I love you less
you are the beating of my heart
but this is my journey
that we all must travel alone
I do not mean to hurt you
tell me you understand
we are two separate spirits entwined
not one spirit to the end of time
So please just hold my hand
and wrap your arms around me
when life begins to flood
you are the raft I cling to
but some day I must learn to swim
Please tell me you'll set me free
if only to see me stumble ...
#identity
#love
#PersonalGrowth
182 reads
2 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
4th Jun 2024 12:21pm
4th Jun 2024 12:21pm
artwork in progress
how long was it...
after they started telling you who to be
pigeon-holing & guilt shaming
putting up roadblocks & detours
planting landmines in your path
trying to force you onto their road
...before you finally gave up
...
caving to their demands
settling into their assigned mediocrity
because standing out...
...felt like being a target
& that takes too much energy
bullshit words spoken
eventually taken on board
as reality
...
one child encouraged
follow your wildest dreams
if you...
after they started telling you who to be
pigeon-holing & guilt shaming
putting up roadblocks & detours
planting landmines in your path
trying to force you onto their road
...before you finally gave up
...
caving to their demands
settling into their assigned mediocrity
because standing out...
...felt like being a target
& that takes too much energy
bullshit words spoken
eventually taken on board
as reality
...
one child encouraged
follow your wildest dreams
if you...
#identity
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
249 reads
12 Comments
bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
4th Jun 2024 11:00am
4th Jun 2024 11:00am
Synapses
electric cars, electric stars
electric synapses
electric generation
of personalities
plugging in and logging on
searching the sticky web
of other people's thoughts,desires
consumming what we're fed
'til we're full of all the bull
sometimes glimpsing gold
sparkling in the darkness
enlightening the soul
as we rise into the skies
beyond above...within
knowing that there is a way
that we can begin
to expand and understand
love flows through the heart
ions flowing everywhere
means...
electric synapses
electric generation
of personalities
plugging in and logging on
searching the sticky web
of other people's thoughts,desires
consumming what we're fed
'til we're full of all the bull
sometimes glimpsing gold
sparkling in the darkness
enlightening the soul
as we rise into the skies
beyond above...within
knowing that there is a way
that we can begin
to expand and understand
love flows through the heart
ions flowing everywhere
means...
#identity
#SelfDiscovery
129 reads
0 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
30th May 2024 12:56pm
30th May 2024 12:56pm
Such a Lot.
I read comics before this writing lark
not Bunty or Judy, middle-class crap,
but subversive ones were more to my mark
like the Beano's Mini-the-Minx, tough lass.
Or the Dandy, with lanky key-hole Kate,
but she kinda stymied me with her specks,
but though, I was nearer four than Kate's eight,
her Pinocchio nose made me suspect,
She told lies, cos specks would clunk on keyholes
I thought, hugging myself in silent glee,
that's why her nose grows an just me...
not Bunty or Judy, middle-class crap,
but subversive ones were more to my mark
like the Beano's Mini-the-Minx, tough lass.
Or the Dandy, with lanky key-hole Kate,
but she kinda stymied me with her specks,
but though, I was nearer four than Kate's eight,
her Pinocchio nose made me suspect,
She told lies, cos specks would clunk on keyholes
I thought, hugging myself in silent glee,
that's why her nose grows an just me...
#identity
#myself
#sonnet
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0 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
26th May 2024 11:57pm
26th May 2024 11:57pm
role playing
she enjoys
the leather
collar, the
length
of chain
connecting
her to
his demands,
his dominance,
even after
the role
playing
weekend
is over.
the leather
collar, the
length
of chain
connecting
her to
his demands,
his dominance,
even after
the role
playing
weekend
is over.
#BDSM
#choices
#identity
#lust
#obsession
463 reads
8 Comments
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