Least Read Poems About Identity
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Adept
So many secrets now kept
dreams that I have slept
slowly reawakening
coming to the surface
Still deft are these hands
that fulfill these commands
set into motion...
things perhaps left better undone
With all of these many sins
while each one now begins
to make itself known
to reassert its sole dominion
For in the dark human mind
remains so much to find
to forever explore
such deep twisting caverns
Where one deeply delves ...
dreams that I have slept
slowly reawakening
coming to the surface
Still deft are these hands
that fulfill these commands
set into motion...
things perhaps left better undone
With all of these many sins
while each one now begins
to make itself known
to reassert its sole dominion
For in the dark human mind
remains so much to find
to forever explore
such deep twisting caverns
Where one deeply delves ...
#identity
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#seductive
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Distant Winds
I love how these distant winds
seem to always wind
seem to always find
these still sagging sails
Their calls from far away
echoing as if to now say
strike out beyond the reef
break beyond these breakers
Set a bold new course ahead
beyond any mere books I have read
seem to always wind
seem to always find
these still sagging sails
Their calls from far away
echoing as if to now say
strike out beyond the reef
break beyond these breakers
Set a bold new course ahead
beyond any mere books I have read
#identity
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#travel
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The Seashore
It once more beckons
the allure of the shore
the patient wait of the sand
weighs down all time
Sets the stage for rhyme
rich in its granularity
my soul singularity
in this universal vastness
A mere drop, a mere tear
while the waves draw me near
the allure of the shore
the patient wait of the sand
weighs down all time
Sets the stage for rhyme
rich in its granularity
my soul singularity
in this universal vastness
A mere drop, a mere tear
while the waves draw me near
#identity
#sea
#universe
#beach
#myself
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The Moment
It lies in between each breath
in between this life and death
a true moment of verity
as eternal as it is brief
For the future and past
seek always to outlast
supplant the present
up on its thin curtained stage
Where memories and dreams
drift along poetic streams
full of regret and dread
trying to steal the very now
...
in between this life and death
a true moment of verity
as eternal as it is brief
For the future and past
seek always to outlast
supplant the present
up on its thin curtained stage
Where memories and dreams
drift along poetic streams
full of regret and dread
trying to steal the very now
...
#identity
#spiritual
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#SelfDiscovery
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Maculate Collection
Gingerly gathered yet soiled
despite dreams left unspoiled
these well-worn words show
how the self may still grow
While footsteps on soft grass
avoid all the broken glass
of my vexed urban life
with its existential strife
But any scene left pristine
is only meant for art
blemished before we start
make our first mistake
Trim our tattered sail
follow the thicketed trail
beginning any resurrection
of this most maculate collection
despite dreams left unspoiled
these well-worn words show
how the self may still grow
While footsteps on soft grass
avoid all the broken glass
of my vexed urban life
with its existential strife
But any scene left pristine
is only meant for art
blemished before we start
make our first mistake
Trim our tattered sail
follow the thicketed trail
beginning any resurrection
of this most maculate collection
#identity
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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Raison D'Etre
I have always been able to see
a solitary quest before me
this pursuit of the reason
for what drives every season
Hiking meadows of the mind
in the hope that I will find
solace in the face
of every lonely place
As I travel to and fro
collecting up as I go
splintered pieces of self
refill my dusty bookshelf
Jot them down in a poem
always written while I roam
as I walk along this trail
see what will prevail ...
a solitary quest before me
this pursuit of the reason
for what drives every season
Hiking meadows of the mind
in the hope that I will find
solace in the face
of every lonely place
As I travel to and fro
collecting up as I go
splintered pieces of self
refill my dusty bookshelf
Jot them down in a poem
always written while I roam
as I walk along this trail
see what will prevail ...
#identity
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Fathoms
Deep depths of the mind
is where I go to find
my truth
my self
This dark murky sea
conceals so well for me
hiding all secrets
drowning all doubts
Keeping down below
everything I know
everything I dream
on the ocean floor
As I long to glean more
yet to regret less
things I cannot confess
safe beneath the waves
How each moment saves
itself from the past
holding on till the last
hoping that it fathoms
is where I go to find
my truth
my self
This dark murky sea
conceals so well for me
hiding all secrets
drowning all doubts
Keeping down below
everything I know
everything I dream
on the ocean floor
As I long to glean more
yet to regret less
things I cannot confess
safe beneath the waves
How each moment saves
itself from the past
holding on till the last
hoping that it fathoms
#identity
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfDiscovery
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Masque du Poem
French for "Mask of the Poem"
When then to let the words free
finally let the world see
what truth still lies
behind this most clever disguise
For hiding behind the page
is the safest place to engage
with these perils of the day
say all that I so need to say
Trading this ink for blood
yet not drowning in the flood
of a deep blackened ink
seeking to immerse but not sink
With only one truthful goal
this true tattooing of my soul
leave some indelible write
...
When then to let the words free
finally let the world see
what truth still lies
behind this most clever disguise
For hiding behind the page
is the safest place to engage
with these perils of the day
say all that I so need to say
Trading this ink for blood
yet not drowning in the flood
of a deep blackened ink
seeking to immerse but not sink
With only one truthful goal
this true tattooing of my soul
leave some indelible write
...
#identity
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Revelations…
There is so much more to see
than all that is clearly seen
all that is left in between
then and now
This prosaic truth about me
not these lies that I tell
nor the books that I sell
just to put on a poetic show
For I still seek to be free
from all that I was
but not just because
of all that I came to know
That each cage has its key
to help it then unlock
every secret of the clock
while its shadows do grow
Though I try to...
than all that is clearly seen
all that is left in between
then and now
This prosaic truth about me
not these lies that I tell
nor the books that I sell
just to put on a poetic show
For I still seek to be free
from all that I was
but not just because
of all that I came to know
That each cage has its key
to help it then unlock
every secret of the clock
while its shadows do grow
Though I try to...
#identity
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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Masques
I love to wear each one
until it is undone
until I am finished playing
with all these words I am saying
As each of these many games
assume many different names
leads me further along
towards this stage where I belong
A bold actor or actress in distress
with so much more to confess
I am this poetic illusion
merely steeping your confusion
So, who is this real me
who I will never let you see
never let you truly know
save by this ink here below
...
until it is undone
until I am finished playing
with all these words I am saying
As each of these many games
assume many different names
leads me further along
towards this stage where I belong
A bold actor or actress in distress
with so much more to confess
I am this poetic illusion
merely steeping your confusion
So, who is this real me
who I will never let you see
never let you truly know
save by this ink here below
...
#identity
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#mystery
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Decay
The tempo slows
The hands run stiller
Filling days with nothing
Only putrescent filler
Prime past long ago
Disease runs rampant
Body attacking body
Pain the only companion
The mind slips also
Slower and slower still
Cell by cell evaporating
Like iron rusted will
Flakes of copper
Drops of silver
Lakes of platinum
Emptying like a polluted river
The hands run stiller
Filling days with nothing
Only putrescent filler
Prime past long ago
Disease runs rampant
Body attacking body
Pain the only companion
The mind slips also
Slower and slower still
Cell by cell evaporating
Like iron rusted will
Flakes of copper
Drops of silver
Lakes of platinum
Emptying like a polluted river
#love
#identity
#LifeStruggles #LifeCycle
#LifeStruggles #LifeCycle
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Shadowed
They are more than just
cast...
they are cast out
mere remnants of doubt
Left again behind
so that we can find
the bright lights
the flash of fame
Forgetting their name
their hollowed screams
while pursuing our dreams
to be center stage
Ignoring their rage
as it begins to swell
the warnings do tell
of some dire consequence
Evoked in the night
evoked with such spite
till they do consume
those who would presume
cast...
they are cast out
mere remnants of doubt
Left again behind
so that we can find
the bright lights
the flash of fame
Forgetting their name
their hollowed screams
while pursuing our dreams
to be center stage
Ignoring their rage
as it begins to swell
the warnings do tell
of some dire consequence
Evoked in the night
evoked with such spite
till they do consume
those who would presume
#dark
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Identity