Poems About Identity Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about identity seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
Today 9:43pm
Today 9:43pm
Maybe luck. Maybe love
Maybe some of us will never find a partner
Maybe some of us simply aren’t that lucky
Maybe those of us whom are already content
Must learn to be without anyone to share
Maybe I’m better off alone anyways
Maybe I can be my own best friend
My own lover, mother, own aching endeavour
All under one big roof
Maybe one can find true solace being on one’s own
Maybe any house with a heart is where I can call home
Maybe it’s just not meant to be in this life for you my dear
Maybe true love is a desire you’ll never secure
...
Maybe some of us simply aren’t that lucky
Maybe those of us whom are already content
Must learn to be without anyone to share
Maybe I’m better off alone anyways
Maybe I can be my own best friend
My own lover, mother, own aching endeavour
All under one big roof
Maybe one can find true solace being on one’s own
Maybe any house with a heart is where I can call home
Maybe it’s just not meant to be in this life for you my dear
Maybe true love is a desire you’ll never secure
...
#FeelingLost
#identity
#love
#NaPoWriMo2024
#relationships
19 reads
1 Comment
Koulouri
Poem Published
Today 7:13pm
Today 7:13pm
Flesh in Flesh
If I am to be consumed,
allow me to break the skin,
cook it to perfection,
and serve it on a silver platter.
For I am not worth much,
not even life,
but I so dearly desire to be handled with care.
So let me hold myself,
as I always have.
Flesh in flesh.
I can cut myself up,
into small digestible chunks.
With care filled intent,
raising me up to your lips,
on a shiny silver fork.
If I am to be consumed,
then I do not wish for you to choke,
only to savor me lengthily, ...
allow me to break the skin,
cook it to perfection,
and serve it on a silver platter.
For I am not worth much,
not even life,
but I so dearly desire to be handled with care.
So let me hold myself,
as I always have.
Flesh in flesh.
I can cut myself up,
into small digestible chunks.
With care filled intent,
raising me up to your lips,
on a shiny silver fork.
If I am to be consumed,
then I do not wish for you to choke,
only to savor me lengthily, ...
#confessional
#identity
#SelfWorth
12 reads
1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Today 11:57am
Today 11:57am
Who am I?
Today my name is?
Damn, I'm really not certain
Deteriorate
Damn, I'm really not certain
Deteriorate
#haiku
#identity
#illness
#memories
#MentalHealth
22 reads
8 Comments
The_Darkness_Insid
Poem Published
Today 7:30am
Today 7:30am
A conversation in my head
So , listen Rob, I really think you and I should have a conversation
Ive been sitting here quiet giving you time but Im starting to lose my patience
You brood and you sulk and pity yourself
And frankly its not good for our health
Youre dragging me down, always depressed
Just being around you is hard to digest
Im craving something more from life than this miserable existence
Everything's crashing down around us and you put up no resistance
Do you think the world just revolves around you?
That what you do doesn't affect me too? ...
Ive been sitting here quiet giving you time but Im starting to lose my patience
You brood and you sulk and pity yourself
And frankly its not good for our health
Youre dragging me down, always depressed
Just being around you is hard to digest
Im craving something more from life than this miserable existence
Everything's crashing down around us and you put up no resistance
Do you think the world just revolves around you?
That what you do doesn't affect me too? ...
#emptiness
#identity
#myself #suffering
#myself #suffering
44 reads
3 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:25pm
Yesterday 7:25pm
The Meanings and Symbolism behind my New Name
- The Meanings and Symbolism behind my New Name -
If everyone was curious about my name change, it was for two reasons... one being that I did it to honor my recent conversion to Islam, with my new name being now Arabic in origin. This is a tradition for people who convert to Islam, to choose an Arabic name or a name with at least an Arabic meaning to it. And I wished to honor that tradition fully. As for the other reason, that reason is that my new name is also somewhat of an anagram for a name that I had in one of my earliest past lives. The anagram can be solved, and its'...
If everyone was curious about my name change, it was for two reasons... one being that I did it to honor my recent conversion to Islam, with my new name being now Arabic in origin. This is a tradition for people who convert to Islam, to choose an Arabic name or a name with at least an Arabic meaning to it. And I wished to honor that tradition fully. As for the other reason, that reason is that my new name is also somewhat of an anagram for a name that I had in one of my earliest past lives. The anagram can be solved, and its'...
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
#symbolism
21 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:20am
Yesterday 11:20am
Distant Travels
As my mind reflects
voices from within
tell me to soul search
a personal energy
that resonates
changing my perspective
as multiple beings
alert me that my time will expire
voices from within
tell me to soul search
a personal energy
that resonates
changing my perspective
as multiple beings
alert me that my time will expire
#aliens
#identity
#memories
#scifi
#universe
44 reads
10 Comments
LiamReeduus
LiamReedus
LiamReedus
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:37am
Yesterday 1:37am
America
Just outside Oklahoma.
Little state called arkansas.
Small towns its quiet I like it here.
For some reason I'm at a pause.
Staying in a rented cabin.
Avoiding people for the most.
Woman from broken bow keeps trying to talk.
I just vanish I'm good at being a ghost.
Learned some of people called Choctaw.
Something called a tear trail.
Lady made me a silve bear claw necklace.
I looked over what she has to sell.
Man at the walls mart tried to pick a fight.
I got out to see what he wanted and he ran.
Bought a...
Little state called arkansas.
Small towns its quiet I like it here.
For some reason I'm at a pause.
Staying in a rented cabin.
Avoiding people for the most.
Woman from broken bow keeps trying to talk.
I just vanish I'm good at being a ghost.
Learned some of people called Choctaw.
Something called a tear trail.
Lady made me a silve bear claw necklace.
I looked over what she has to sell.
Man at the walls mart tried to pick a fight.
I got out to see what he wanted and he ran.
Bought a...
#art
#beauty
#culture
#identity
#tradition
26 reads
0 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
20th Apr 2024 9:40pm
20th Apr 2024 9:40pm
The I’s in Gemini
Most of the time I like to stay quiet and listen
And sometimes he has spouted loud and fast
While I’m at the wheel avoiding the schism
He loves the many times we have crashed
Many times unconsciously he feed me a line
Trying to get me in trouble just for his kicks
And many times his intuition has been aligned
Building a relationship with a fun ton of bricks
I try to be plausible while he can be quite impossible
Driven by passion and lust at the spur of the moment
But he also been able to offer a different point of view
And if...
And sometimes he has spouted loud and fast
While I’m at the wheel avoiding the schism
He loves the many times we have crashed
Many times unconsciously he feed me a line
Trying to get me in trouble just for his kicks
And many times his intuition has been aligned
Building a relationship with a fun ton of bricks
I try to be plausible while he can be quite impossible
Driven by passion and lust at the spur of the moment
But he also been able to offer a different point of view
And if...
#confessional
#identity
47 reads
0 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
20th Apr 2024 3:33pm
20th Apr 2024 3:33pm
Desert Quest
ahead,
elongated shadows of setting sun,
trail covered by eons of blown dust.
beneath my feet,
ancient footprints in desert sand,
evidence of those who came before.
around,
harsh desiccated landscape
of indescribable beauty.
spiked branches, sparse foliage
twisted contorted cacti
forbidding yet inviting.
dust devils swirling,
randomly blending
earth and air.
confident strides
leading farther from the known,
closer to the divine,
into unknown hardship,
unintended...
elongated shadows of setting sun,
trail covered by eons of blown dust.
beneath my feet,
ancient footprints in desert sand,
evidence of those who came before.
around,
harsh desiccated landscape
of indescribable beauty.
spiked branches, sparse foliage
twisted contorted cacti
forbidding yet inviting.
dust devils swirling,
randomly blending
earth and air.
confident strides
leading farther from the known,
closer to the divine,
into unknown hardship,
unintended...
#desert
#identity
#NaPoWriMo2024
#nature
#spiritual
54 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
20th Apr 2024 4:48am
20th Apr 2024 4:48am
An Air of Mystery
Like a card game
Slowly revealing the cards
With strategy and poise
One can pique interest with mystery and intrigue
As others will take notice
Gaining respect and curiosity
Being a little reserved
Becomes an art form
Between a slow revelation and concealment
Keeping an air of mystery about ourselves
Discretion is an important aspect of our lives
Being a little enigmatic is bound to be appealing
May be even fascinating
Being selective with how much and what to share
This restraint protects the core ...
Slowly revealing the cards
With strategy and poise
One can pique interest with mystery and intrigue
As others will take notice
Gaining respect and curiosity
Being a little reserved
Becomes an art form
Between a slow revelation and concealment
Keeping an air of mystery about ourselves
Discretion is an important aspect of our lives
Being a little enigmatic is bound to be appealing
May be even fascinating
Being selective with how much and what to share
This restraint protects the core ...
#confessional
#determination
#identity #NaPoWriMo2024
#identity #NaPoWriMo2024
36 reads
0 Comments
diddi
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 11:12am
19th Apr 2024 11:12am
C'mon Bring It On
A constant cacophony
of complete crap
playing the victim
when you're on the attack
an importation
of radicalisation
so hard done by
in an alien nation
if this
is the case
why are you still here then
two fucking faced
multiple benefit scams
then you deface
statues of the past
you just can't change
history to suit your path
or try to erase
the very place
which, within your at.
The introduction
of third world religion
whilst trying to suction
the production of salvation. ...
of complete crap
playing the victim
when you're on the attack
an importation
of radicalisation
so hard done by
in an alien nation
if this
is the case
why are you still here then
two fucking faced
multiple benefit scams
then you deface
statues of the past
you just can't change
history to suit your path
or try to erase
the very place
which, within your at.
The introduction
of third world religion
whilst trying to suction
the production of salvation. ...
#culture
#identity
51 reads
2 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 2:41pm
17th Apr 2024 2:41pm
Garden Meditation
i am awareness.
i am not separate.
caw of crow
soaring beneath sky,
path glistening
moist from recent rain,
cool morning breeze,
flowering trees,
all arising within.
all part of one reality.
i am not separate.
i am awareness.
© 2024
i am not separate.
caw of crow
soaring beneath sky,
path glistening
moist from recent rain,
cool morning breeze,
flowering trees,
all arising within.
all part of one reality.
i am not separate.
i am awareness.
© 2024
#identity
#meditation
#nature
63 reads
3 Comments
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