Poems About Identity Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about identity seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
31st Mar 2025 11:16pm
31st Mar 2025 11:16pm
real
hateful day I'm hurting so bad I scream
could skin feel any tighter
claustrophobic in my body
needful ache I want out in the worst way
My soul doesn't fit in this form
It contains me like a prison
Art is escaping
strangulation of soul is capturing me this way
my need is up and out
manifesting in several dopplegangers at once
freedom of expression releasing my pain
hurtful understanding I was abandon here
This visage doesn't suit me
doesn't represent who I am
my soul resists the urge to discard it ...
could skin feel any tighter
claustrophobic in my body
needful ache I want out in the worst way
My soul doesn't fit in this form
It contains me like a prison
Art is escaping
strangulation of soul is capturing me this way
my need is up and out
manifesting in several dopplegangers at once
freedom of expression releasing my pain
hurtful understanding I was abandon here
This visage doesn't suit me
doesn't represent who I am
my soul resists the urge to discard it ...
#identity
#sadness
#suffering
114 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 8:21pm
30th Mar 2025 8:21pm
Deep Within
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 when my time will end
voices from within
tell me to soul search
a personal energy
that resonates
changing my perspective
as multiple beings
alert me when my time will end
#death
#identity
#memories
144 reads
12 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
26th Mar 2025 00:00am
26th Mar 2025 00:00am
Deviant
I'm deviant
So goddamn deviant
I'm deviant
You have a problem with that?
I've always felt this in my heart
It's deep within my soul
Most of you will never know me
Long enough as I grow old
Parents told me from the start
Heard the same shit in school
So much of it through the years
Damn right I believe it's true
Can't stop being restless & curious
Buried in my gut you see
I'll never ever listened to you
As a child or when I turn 93
You know what kind of crowd
I hang...
So goddamn deviant
I'm deviant
You have a problem with that?
I've always felt this in my heart
It's deep within my soul
Most of you will never know me
Long enough as I grow old
Parents told me from the start
Heard the same shit in school
So much of it through the years
Damn right I believe it's true
Can't stop being restless & curious
Buried in my gut you see
I'll never ever listened to you
As a child or when I turn 93
You know what kind of crowd
I hang...
#CallToAction
#identity
#myself #power
#myself #power
84 reads
6 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 8:42pm
25th Mar 2025 8:42pm
Success Failure Squeaky Door
Fixed a squeaky door
WD40
Expect the squeak anyway
Somewhat disappointed
Success
Failure too
WD40
Expect the squeak anyway
Somewhat disappointed
Success
Failure too
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#SelfDiscovery
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
112 reads
22 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
24th Mar 2025 11:59pm
24th Mar 2025 11:59pm
I trust it, you hate it
I abused you when I had the time
Never saw it on your face
Reconstruction in your own words
I didn't mind, no I'm not a head case
Such good times looking into your eyes
Your beauty screams pain, I know that your mine
Becoming sober was your mistake
There's nothing left for you here
I trust it, you hate it
Nightmares heal, reality is fear
I long to hear you kill your lies
Now I feel so haunted as I search for
Any excuse that will ease my mind
Love till death, unusable whore
Never saw it on your face
Reconstruction in your own words
I didn't mind, no I'm not a head case
Such good times looking into your eyes
Your beauty screams pain, I know that your mine
Becoming sober was your mistake
There's nothing left for you here
I trust it, you hate it
Nightmares heal, reality is fear
I long to hear you kill your lies
Now I feel so haunted as I search for
Any excuse that will ease my mind
Love till death, unusable whore
#abuse
#identity
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#suffering
113 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
19th Mar 2025 8:27pm
19th Mar 2025 8:27pm
A Bunch of Brady's
Am I Greg, Peter, Bobby, Marsha, Jan or Cindy?
Maybe I'm Carol, Mike or Alice.
They all seem friendly, they all have demons.
I heard that Greg was fucking Marsha & Carol.
Maybe.
I know I was.
I met Bobby numerous times at the strip club,
Never figured he was such a horn ball.
That's ok, so am I.
I'd rather hangout and talk to Jan,
She's my kind of people.
A little flaky and delusional.
But who cares, so am I.
I'm tired of telling Mike that I'm not gay
He means well but I'm not interested.
Cindy & Peter need to...
Maybe I'm Carol, Mike or Alice.
They all seem friendly, they all have demons.
I heard that Greg was fucking Marsha & Carol.
Maybe.
I know I was.
I met Bobby numerous times at the strip club,
Never figured he was such a horn ball.
That's ok, so am I.
I'd rather hangout and talk to Jan,
She's my kind of people.
A little flaky and delusional.
But who cares, so am I.
I'm tired of telling Mike that I'm not gay
He means well but I'm not interested.
Cindy & Peter need to...
#dreams
#identity
#loneliness
#myself
#PopCulture
133 reads
16 Comments
Hatful-of-Hollow
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 2:27pm
17th Mar 2025 2:27pm
the midday sun burns brightest, but the midnight sun burns longest
vizmidday
#identity
88 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 2:01pm
10th Mar 2025 2:01pm
Inspirational Incubus
If I were the muse
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination ...
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination ...
#fall
#identity
#inspirational
#luck
#mirror
121 reads
6 Comments
Duice
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 1:31pm
8th Mar 2025 1:31pm
Smolder
That OCD sly stone look on my face
is the armor brick in my heart
no pebble filter to what empaths bring
Listen to logic to comprehend not inferred fracture
sculpted vibration of a baritone
past-explosive BEAST king
That’s knowledge rumbled slow boiling
volcanic stirred to epiphany
elusive c/o/n/-fused delay to react
Core touch on low pitch growl
in lava crawl to docile hairs in ovation
erect on nape back
Chip off the block erupted sculpted mane
coarse knotty dread
prickly quills defend to enforce...
is the armor brick in my heart
no pebble filter to what empaths bring
Listen to logic to comprehend not inferred fracture
sculpted vibration of a baritone
past-explosive BEAST king
That’s knowledge rumbled slow boiling
volcanic stirred to epiphany
elusive c/o/n/-fused delay to react
Core touch on low pitch growl
in lava crawl to docile hairs in ovation
erect on nape back
Chip off the block erupted sculpted mane
coarse knotty dread
prickly quills defend to enforce...
#identity
#men
#mirror
#myself
#tolerance
118 reads
2 Comments
Dan_ONeill
Dan ONeill
Dan ONeill
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 1:43pm
5th Mar 2025 1:43pm
A Modest Return
The dupe prefers a midnight shade to snare a single hide,
Drafts the freely given dark for ends you long denied.
Doesn’t need your genuflection, yet demands your sole attention,
Waited long to seize your mind, your behaviour modified.
Stumble if you want to, but I’ve seen it overtake you,
Now you forfeit what was once true,
For a modest return.
Scriptoriums in dusty hills announce the new diversion,
The flicker show grants its favours to the picture-perfect person,
Flung afar from every platform, deft manoeuvres make us conform,
We can...
Drafts the freely given dark for ends you long denied.
Doesn’t need your genuflection, yet demands your sole attention,
Waited long to seize your mind, your behaviour modified.
Stumble if you want to, but I’ve seen it overtake you,
Now you forfeit what was once true,
For a modest return.
Scriptoriums in dusty hills announce the new diversion,
The flicker show grants its favours to the picture-perfect person,
Flung afar from every platform, deft manoeuvres make us conform,
We can...
#culture
#identity
#morality
#politics
#responsibility
67 reads
0 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 9:58pm
2nd Mar 2025 9:58pm
Slim Chance
Thinner
sometimes,
but never
thin
enough
sometimes,
but never
thin
enough
#beauty
#identity
#minimalist
107 reads
18 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 3:33pm
2nd Mar 2025 3:33pm
The Road Back To You
All roads lead to something that we need in life
It's the something that leads us back to our inner-self
It's the something that leads us back to our inner-self
#identity
#LifeGoals
#minimalist #spiritual
#minimalist #spiritual
124 reads
13 Comments
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