Long Poems About Identity
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Long poems about identity. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 6:47am
11th Apr 2024 6:47am
My Heart Is A Bonfire
I voyage onward
Somewhere between the wreckage and the destination
Trying to decipher it all in the analytics of a fractured observation
Overshadowed by the light of days coinciding
The thunder of these moments, memories fighting
Trying to find my spotlight in the sun
Get me over my self
When the heart beat is heavy for ego driven reflections
In these broken record serenades of acceptance cravings for the damages of rejections
My thoughts betray me to heartache
Overdosing on overrated highs
There’s blood on my hands...
Somewhere between the wreckage and the destination
Trying to decipher it all in the analytics of a fractured observation
Overshadowed by the light of days coinciding
The thunder of these moments, memories fighting
Trying to find my spotlight in the sun
Get me over my self
When the heart beat is heavy for ego driven reflections
In these broken record serenades of acceptance cravings for the damages of rejections
My thoughts betray me to heartache
Overdosing on overrated highs
There’s blood on my hands...
#identity
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 11:34pm
5th Apr 2024 11:34pm
AS I ORBIT THESE CITY SIDEWALKS (6-31-1990; San Diego, California)
all these hard city sidewalks
and streets
hot asphalt
and cracked broken concrete
measured by feelings
under my weak weary
tired stepping feet
bring long passed forgotten
ghost s histories
and their still resonantly lingering
echoing blues to mind
from all the varied me s and you s
who ve passed over these very same
paths walkways streets and roads before...
and streets
hot asphalt
and cracked broken concrete
measured by feelings
under my weak weary
tired stepping feet
bring long passed forgotten
ghost s histories
and their still resonantly lingering
echoing blues to mind
from all the varied me s and you s
who ve passed over these very same
paths walkways streets and roads before...
#identity
#memories
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
20th Mar 2024 1:00am
20th Mar 2024 1:00am
BUSTED SEAMS (10-15-1989; Del Mar, California)
somewhere between truth
and perceived reality
somewhere between
technology and biology
all of us so long lost at sea
here in this great tempest of imbalances
my mind flew long ago amuck
so tired of struggling
against my true nature s grain
in trying to achieve
any semblance of an even keel
in this mad hatter s culture and society
i don t even know what i think
or feel anymore
ordered systems strangle me
yet diverse freedoms entangle me
all of us so caught up
overwrought
in never ending...
and perceived reality
somewhere between
technology and biology
all of us so long lost at sea
here in this great tempest of imbalances
my mind flew long ago amuck
so tired of struggling
against my true nature s grain
in trying to achieve
any semblance of an even keel
in this mad hatter s culture and society
i don t even know what i think
or feel anymore
ordered systems strangle me
yet diverse freedoms entangle me
all of us so caught up
overwrought
in never ending...
#identity
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
#choices
#SelfWorth
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 11:42pm
22nd Feb 2024 11:42pm
LOST AT SEA (1983; Laguna Beach, California)
screaming clarity
intrigues my sinewy mind
as air flows in and out of me
feeling how all things bind
this crystalline day around me
explores my living body
so sweetly pore by pore
as the sun s warm golden palm
gently touches and caresses
this sacred vessel
of our wondrous living
conscious mother earth
with it s fiery heart s light
reflective
of my very...
intrigues my sinewy mind
as air flows in and out of me
feeling how all things bind
this crystalline day around me
explores my living body
so sweetly pore by pore
as the sun s warm golden palm
gently touches and caresses
this sacred vessel
of our wondrous living
conscious mother earth
with it s fiery heart s light
reflective
of my very...
#identity
#inspirational
#learning
#SelfReflection
#gratitude
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Connotation
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 00:19am
22nd Feb 2024 00:19am
Loss of Inspiration
In the abyss of the deep, only grey matter reflected.
My breath was swept away by a witch's broom.
Secrets of dust were under a rug.
Astonishment took over like a surprise.
Magical, a flying carpet goes over my head, like deception.
The spell of time enthralled me with its flickering eminence of expiration.
My candle was hidden and about to burn out.
Hands on the wall, 6 o'clock, my attention was arrested.
Straight up and down, a power broadcast.
The thief in the night came and ransacked.
My captivated spirit. ...
My breath was swept away by a witch's broom.
Secrets of dust were under a rug.
Astonishment took over like a surprise.
Magical, a flying carpet goes over my head, like deception.
The spell of time enthralled me with its flickering eminence of expiration.
My candle was hidden and about to burn out.
Hands on the wall, 6 o'clock, my attention was arrested.
Straight up and down, a power broadcast.
The thief in the night came and ransacked.
My captivated spirit. ...
#identity
#spiritual
#prose
#art
#metaphor
116 reads
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Namyh
Poem Published
20th Feb 2024 1:56pm
20th Feb 2024 1:56pm
The Flea Trainer
The Flea Trainer
I can see fleas on tiny seesaws,
sitting tiny swings that sway,
contented and bored to just pass the time.
How came they conditioned this way?
First, put the fleas within a jar
then place the lid on top.
The fleas will jump and jump and jump
hitting glass and lid with knocks
and after a while the muscles condition
the jump to avoid the pain
of colliding with lid and glass so hard
over and over again.
You can remove the lid. Let out the fleas,
even put them on swings that sway. ...
I can see fleas on tiny seesaws,
sitting tiny swings that sway,
contented and bored to just pass the time.
How came they conditioned this way?
First, put the fleas within a jar
then place the lid on top.
The fleas will jump and jump and jump
hitting glass and lid with knocks
and after a while the muscles condition
the jump to avoid the pain
of colliding with lid and glass so hard
over and over again.
You can remove the lid. Let out the fleas,
even put them on swings that sway. ...
#identity
#confessional
#LifeGoals
#MyInspiration
#myself
78 reads
5 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
11th Feb 2024 5:55am
11th Feb 2024 5:55am
shall the wicked
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men
to do nothing.”—Edmund Burke
shall the Giver
of the river
wait forerever
for the ‘clever,’
who will never
seek to sever
his endeavour
from the...
to do nothing.”—Edmund Burke
shall the Giver
of the river
wait forerever
for the ‘clever,’
who will never
seek to sever
his endeavour
from the...
#dark
#identity
#evil
#LifeCycle
#morality
62 reads
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
27th Jan 2024 8:27pm
27th Jan 2024 8:27pm
Azazel_ One Love
I'm not of anything flesh
Yet I am flesh
There are those that arrived so far after me
Yet they claim to know my origin, why can't they let it be
I was manifested of dark matter and transported to Pangea
My arrival caused tectonic collisions that you wouldn't believe
Water levels risen, continents suddenly created as they divided
I caught a wave on a land mass and decided to ride it
Crashed into North America creating the Appalachian Chain
Populated both land masses through parthenogenesis before taking off again
Took my time across...
Yet I am flesh
There are those that arrived so far after me
Yet they claim to know my origin, why can't they let it be
I was manifested of dark matter and transported to Pangea
My arrival caused tectonic collisions that you wouldn't believe
Water levels risen, continents suddenly created as they divided
I caught a wave on a land mass and decided to ride it
Crashed into North America creating the Appalachian Chain
Populated both land masses through parthenogenesis before taking off again
Took my time across...
#identity
#humankind
118 reads
5 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
11th Jan 2024 7:26pm
11th Jan 2024 7:26pm
Within The Pages Of A Soul’s Lineage
Our naked reflections mirror the truth of one’s spirit. It’s the pivotal time in your life when you stop, turn around, and glance upon the necessities you have taken time to bring into the presence of the soul to such a point in time.
I have been blessed to have enclosed the aura of my being with great minded people alike, and associates of greater affluence and keen intellect, but is this all my essence, what my creed stands for, shouldn’t there be more to me, if all possible, on this green earth.
I am finally realizing materialistic...
I have been blessed to have enclosed the aura of my being with great minded people alike, and associates of greater affluence and keen intellect, but is this all my essence, what my creed stands for, shouldn’t there be more to me, if all possible, on this green earth.
I am finally realizing materialistic...
#identity
#sun
#water
#philosophical
#MentalHealth
264 reads
9 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
11th Jan 2024 1:52pm
11th Jan 2024 1:52pm
Dog Stories and Other Oddities of Fate
Walking my dog Onyx this morning
An hour later than usual
Hit the pavement at 7am
Usually out the door at 6am plus or minus
First dog we engage with is a BIG poodle
Jet black and wearing a cone
Just got spayed yesterday
Dog's name is Sunday
My first city rescue dog is pictured here
Her name was Sunday, we changed it
Ginger became her name
I named her after Ginger on Gilligan's Island A beauty for a beauty
I tell the owner black dogs rule
We chat and I move on ...
An hour later than usual
Hit the pavement at 7am
Usually out the door at 6am plus or minus
First dog we engage with is a BIG poodle
Jet black and wearing a cone
Just got spayed yesterday
Dog's name is Sunday
My first city rescue dog is pictured here
Her name was Sunday, we changed it
Ginger became her name
I named her after Ginger on Gilligan's Island A beauty for a beauty
I tell the owner black dogs rule
We chat and I move on ...
#identity
#dogs
#LifeAsAWriter
164 reads
28 Comments
personanongrata
Astral Gift
Astral Gift
Poem Published
8th Jan 2024 3:44pm
8th Jan 2024 3:44pm
ENTHEOGENESIS, A CHANGA TRIP
It was the second calling from the sacred spirit molecule. The first calling, years ago, resulted into a smooth exciting initiation with me going just across the nearest dimension without any interaction.
A tiny sachet of magic greenery was yet to be burnt in the triangle shaped pocket of a black bong.
I tried to make myself comfortable but my heart rate was too high. That was weird, because I always approach any psychedelic experience with curiosity and joy but with no expectation, picturing it as a blank paper that is about to be drawn. But this time it was different. Panic...
A tiny sachet of magic greenery was yet to be burnt in the triangle shaped pocket of a black bong.
I tried to make myself comfortable but my heart rate was too high. That was weird, because I always approach any psychedelic experience with curiosity and joy but with no expectation, picturing it as a blank paper that is about to be drawn. But this time it was different. Panic...
#identity
#death
#spiritual
#scary
#fear
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nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
25th Dec 2023 3:35pm
25th Dec 2023 3:35pm
Alien kidnapping, or was it Chapter 31
Alien kidnapping, or was it
Chapter 31
Sam watched the progress of those with him; he had to go much slower as he and Thantas were the only ones who opened the wormholes. Then again, Thantas wasn't that used to it as she'd only done it twice. She still wasn't projecting as much power as was needed to get more than a few million miles.
He was thankful that he could accommodate all of them. He thought that the more they used it, the stronger and stronger they became.
With another look at those with him, he could see that no matter what, his sister Thantas...
Chapter 31
Sam watched the progress of those with him; he had to go much slower as he and Thantas were the only ones who opened the wormholes. Then again, Thantas wasn't that used to it as she'd only done it twice. She still wasn't projecting as much power as was needed to get more than a few million miles.
He was thankful that he could accommodate all of them. He thought that the more they used it, the stronger and stronger they became.
With another look at those with him, he could see that no matter what, his sister Thantas...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
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3 Comments
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