Least Read Poems About Identity
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
8th Apr 2019 5:40am
8th Apr 2019 5:40am
Lakeside 7/30
To unseal the regard of a sky, subject, by your example:
I have poured silence into these glass mouths
of walking jars. It is here at this lake I spotlight
the subject into a line-up.
To identify, to inquisition.
You, my Beatrice, you,
my guide, teacher and infinite student. How is it
you have come to this conclusion of instruction? I
have poured silence and the clouds reveal
the shapes of fireflies, unlit. Imagine, feeling
those words along your soles,...
I have poured silence into these glass mouths
of walking jars. It is here at this lake I spotlight
the subject into a line-up.
To identify, to inquisition.
You, my Beatrice, you,
my guide, teacher and infinite student. How is it
you have come to this conclusion of instruction? I
have poured silence and the clouds reveal
the shapes of fireflies, unlit. Imagine, feeling
those words along your soles,...
#identity
#NaPoWriMo2019
23 reads
3 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
24th Apr 2019 7:57am
24th Apr 2019 7:57am
Lakeside 23/30
There is something elemental
in telepathy,
something that returns to how man watched
the fire in the shelter of a dark place and
pointed to his own lungs
conjuring conjunction.
This equals that. In-between of sleep. Rewinded
connections. Rewards of holes by a red-
crested woodpecker.
This transient place of repair and
removing bugs. Even knowing all this,
I am reluctant to close my eyes and drop
the track of germination,
even back then,
...
in telepathy,
something that returns to how man watched
the fire in the shelter of a dark place and
pointed to his own lungs
conjuring conjunction.
This equals that. In-between of sleep. Rewinded
connections. Rewards of holes by a red-
crested woodpecker.
This transient place of repair and
removing bugs. Even knowing all this,
I am reluctant to close my eyes and drop
the track of germination,
even back then,
...
#identity
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2019
24 reads
4 Comments
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
21st Dec 2019 2:51am
21st Dec 2019 2:51am
Unmasked
To confer her ways to cries,
Broken happiness caused by lies,
The content of bounded curves,
Made it seem like it’s all about her nerves.
Inquiries deemed possible,
Mistakes made it seem not achievable,
Her strength was altered,
And affairs became deterred.
From her eyeball you could perceive she was blue,
The reason why, she had indeed no clue,
Even though it was so obvious,
For her it wasn’t that notorious.
She couldn’t recognize,
Defeat of her hunger was about to crystallize,
Her uncertainty, ...
Broken happiness caused by lies,
The content of bounded curves,
Made it seem like it’s all about her nerves.
Inquiries deemed possible,
Mistakes made it seem not achievable,
Her strength was altered,
And affairs became deterred.
From her eyeball you could perceive she was blue,
The reason why, she had indeed no clue,
Even though it was so obvious,
For her it wasn’t that notorious.
She couldn’t recognize,
Defeat of her hunger was about to crystallize,
Her uncertainty, ...
#strength
#courage
#identity
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
24 reads
15 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
17th Jun 2018 4:09am
17th Jun 2018 4:09am
UNRESOLVED MYSTERY
A puzzle I am even unto myself…a mystery not even I can resolve.
I have never understood why I do or act the way I do…the mystery never dissolves
With every leap I take into a brand new day
I blow myself away
Thinking and over-thinking, analyzing and configuring myself like an unsolvable equation
I’ve shot prayers up to the heavens asking the Almighty to explain, awaiting with anticipation
For answers never answered…not even by the Almighty One.
So, I’ve re-traced my footprints paved across the miles of my history and found...
I have never understood why I do or act the way I do…the mystery never dissolves
With every leap I take into a brand new day
I blow myself away
Thinking and over-thinking, analyzing and configuring myself like an unsolvable equation
I’ve shot prayers up to the heavens asking the Almighty to explain, awaiting with anticipation
For answers never answered…not even by the Almighty One.
So, I’ve re-traced my footprints paved across the miles of my history and found...
#loneliness
#identity
#confusion
#SelfReflection
#emptiness
25 reads
2 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2019 8:42am
2nd Apr 2019 8:42am
Lakeside 2/30
I ring them into the digits
made for pressing eyes, for touch
avows to mold an
earthside
vision, in how I parse the effect
and cause of what makes the turtle
abandon its log, the
clouded
water plops a three-
dimensional sound of murk
straight above as its
shell
is blanketed of depths, can’t help think
the water is what I breathe, as
movement is everything
there.
And the sky high-
lights the ascension of what is
thrown up, displaced, ...
made for pressing eyes, for touch
avows to mold an
earthside
vision, in how I parse the effect
and cause of what makes the turtle
abandon its log, the
clouded
water plops a three-
dimensional sound of murk
straight above as its
shell
is blanketed of depths, can’t help think
the water is what I breathe, as
movement is everything
there.
And the sky high-
lights the ascension of what is
thrown up, displaced, ...
#nature
#surreal
#NaPoWriMo2019 #identity
#NaPoWriMo2019 #identity
26 reads
4 Comments
Emetophilic
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 1:06pm
21st Jan 2025 1:06pm
Pure emptiness
#depression
#EatingDisorder
#identity
#SelfHarm
#suffering
28 reads
0 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
1st May 2019 6:29am
1st May 2019 6:29am
Lakeside 30/30
The festivities beckon us to linger,
under starlight, whether it’s cyan
or a royal blackness, which remains-
seen or not. In this kitchen
brightness, designed to make sure
a finger avoids the blade, this is why
we, too, assemble in this very
receptacle of pollen and lean
away from each other
as we fling our words, and loiter
until we reincarnate as sharp
beacons. Overhead are the planes,
and in the overhead is a translucent
sheet marked of...
under starlight, whether it’s cyan
or a royal blackness, which remains-
seen or not. In this kitchen
brightness, designed to make sure
a finger avoids the blade, this is why
we, too, assemble in this very
receptacle of pollen and lean
away from each other
as we fling our words, and loiter
until we reincarnate as sharp
beacons. Overhead are the planes,
and in the overhead is a translucent
sheet marked of...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
28 reads
5 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
10th Mar 2019 2:07am
10th Mar 2019 2:07am
Ultraviolet
the parrot delights
even speeches even the rooster
sharpens you out of sleep
the beak parts and serrates
the mouth clay and i must trust
in high spirits all i see
are ghosting the outlines
the essence on walls
i must see see must i
it seems odd the invisible
narrowed to a box above aural
and the dark relied
from the canal's drums are it
them conquering aura has a grunt
we are mime become anti wind
that box we form...
even speeches even the rooster
sharpens you out of sleep
the beak parts and serrates
the mouth clay and i must trust
in high spirits all i see
are ghosting the outlines
the essence on walls
i must see see must i
it seems odd the invisible
narrowed to a box above aural
and the dark relied
from the canal's drums are it
them conquering aura has a grunt
we are mime become anti wind
that box we form...
#identity
#inequality
#disability
29 reads
26 Comments
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
1st May 2020 4:38am
1st May 2020 4:38am
She is Her: Gem
Her dance is like a thought,
Her moves transpire like a dream,
A silent cry amid teary isle,
She dwells in a mist,
A whisper less companion …her mind a compassion,
She conveys,
A scene of certainty.
Like a bubble, she spaced in between,
A wish above the darkest sea,
An underground trail,
She obeys,
While her soul sees
Picture of those,
A glance of mystic pearls,
A wrecked page ...a map to her quest.
One of the stories left to be told,
Chapter of proses still to complete,
Silently… her heart...
Her moves transpire like a dream,
A silent cry amid teary isle,
She dwells in a mist,
A whisper less companion …her mind a compassion,
She conveys,
A scene of certainty.
Like a bubble, she spaced in between,
A wish above the darkest sea,
An underground trail,
She obeys,
While her soul sees
Picture of those,
A glance of mystic pearls,
A wrecked page ...a map to her quest.
One of the stories left to be told,
Chapter of proses still to complete,
Silently… her heart...
#strength
#hope
#identity
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
30 reads
17 Comments
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
19th Dec 2019 2:22am
19th Dec 2019 2:22am
Po-erotic Uniqueness Of Yours
The flow of each rhyme,
Entice my ….
Erotic would imply,
The act of D… lick....ing ,
milk.....ing and ...eating ,
Instead I tell you what arouse me mostly,
Is the enlargement of the P…in your Poetry
and the gaze of readers commenting,
It’s the smell your words invoke
When you stop by to say hello
invites me to become
A scavenger on a quest,
to hunt your most intimate fantasy
Admit it,
Writing poetry is lovemaking,
to the one reading,......indeed;
Sounds creepy ,
Think it...
Entice my ….
Erotic would imply,
The act of D… lick....ing ,
milk.....ing and ...eating ,
Instead I tell you what arouse me mostly,
Is the enlargement of the P…in your Poetry
and the gaze of readers commenting,
It’s the smell your words invoke
When you stop by to say hello
invites me to become
A scavenger on a quest,
to hunt your most intimate fantasy
Admit it,
Writing poetry is lovemaking,
to the one reading,......indeed;
Sounds creepy ,
Think it...
#hope
#identity
#motivational
#uplifting
#SelfWorth
31 reads
11 Comments
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
15th Mar 2020 2:10am
15th Mar 2020 2:10am
A Woman
Mystic scent of pleasure,
Her charm.... perfection,
Chocolate eye of kinsmen,
Walked along the shore
the ocean’ wide embrace
of delicate salt- water’s drip
warmth of sun-moon light … her rays,
pierced the clouds and formed her name,
amid the sky as blue as she might be...
The smirk she conveyed like songs of bird’s
when the clock hit her with number ten,
Scattered crystals
harmed petals …inevitably
-often left to fade….
reborn once more in façade; love of grace,
Crown of strength, ...
Her charm.... perfection,
Chocolate eye of kinsmen,
Walked along the shore
the ocean’ wide embrace
of delicate salt- water’s drip
warmth of sun-moon light … her rays,
pierced the clouds and formed her name,
amid the sky as blue as she might be...
The smirk she conveyed like songs of bird’s
when the clock hit her with number ten,
Scattered crystals
harmed petals …inevitably
-often left to fade….
reborn once more in façade; love of grace,
Crown of strength, ...
#strength
#identity
#beauty
#SelfWorth
#determination
32 reads
19 Comments
Mercurial
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 1:02pm
22nd Jan 2025 1:02pm
Lamentations
It was morning when I fell upon a rock,
I found myself torn, almost split in half.
Training every day to be highly skilled,
Unaware that I left the house's bolts for someone else with the spanner.
They say, "Travel to see the world, for it's not a circle,"
But roam too much, and you might turn into a fool.
My folks say being consistent is the key,
Yet even standing up comes with its own fee.
Those in the game think they're showing us the light,
But they're the very source of all the chaos we fight.
"Do this, do...
I found myself torn, almost split in half.
Training every day to be highly skilled,
Unaware that I left the house's bolts for someone else with the spanner.
They say, "Travel to see the world, for it's not a circle,"
But roam too much, and you might turn into a fool.
My folks say being consistent is the key,
Yet even standing up comes with its own fee.
Those in the game think they're showing us the light,
But they're the very source of all the chaos we fight.
"Do this, do...
#freedom
#identity
#morality #TruthOfLife
#morality #TruthOfLife
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