Long Poems About Identity
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Long poems about identity. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:57pm
Yesterday 8:57pm
f**king with levity (thinking out loud)
I've had a few creative mentors over the years, people I respected (some I still respect), people I looked up to without question, people I relied on, people who I treated like Gods when they were undeniably human. I took the best parts of them to heart, while also taking the things that don't work for me.
There's one line in particular, that runs through my head, rent free. "Indie, you need more levity, your work is brilliant, but it's too heavy on its own". And I think about that all the time. I think about how I love the darkness as much as I hate it. I think about...
There's one line in particular, that runs through my head, rent free. "Indie, you need more levity, your work is brilliant, but it's too heavy on its own". And I think about that all the time. I think about how I love the darkness as much as I hate it. I think about...
#confessional
#identity
#myself
#nonfiction
#SelfReflection
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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
30 reads
0 Comments
Onyxceila
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 10:49am
16th Feb 2025 10:49am
Lignified Soul
You found me nearly hollowed out.
A bag of bones upon the ground
My soul retreats into my pith
But not before you catch a glimpse
My soul hides within my core
For the light it had, it has no more
Your fingers and eyes begin to comb
Through the mess of flesh
Incaged in bone
You looked me over and sat me up
Then opened up my cranium
Dumped out the mush you found inside
repaired my breaks with linen binds
Then laughed as love
Welled within my eyes
There was no doubt, you were sure
You had siphoned...
A bag of bones upon the ground
My soul retreats into my pith
But not before you catch a glimpse
My soul hides within my core
For the light it had, it has no more
Your fingers and eyes begin to comb
Through the mess of flesh
Incaged in bone
You looked me over and sat me up
Then opened up my cranium
Dumped out the mush you found inside
repaired my breaks with linen binds
Then laughed as love
Welled within my eyes
There was no doubt, you were sure
You had siphoned...
#abuse
#emptiness
#identity #manipulation
#identity #manipulation
50 reads
2 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 8:42am
15th Feb 2025 8:42am
The Angry Box
I was a shy awkward kid, from about 4th grade through high school. I was never popular, to some I probably wasn’t recognized at all. Except, to be picked on by bullies who take pleasure in that sort of shakedown.
School is all about cliques, I’m sure everyone probably agrees on that to a certain extent. If it wasn’t for music, I wouldn’t have survived. I’m sure of that, it connected with my soul, it was my best friend at times.
I’m a dreamer, folks. That’s first and foremost. Creativity, music, lyrics, those were secondary attributes. Dreaming is where I...
School is all about cliques, I’m sure everyone probably agrees on that to a certain extent. If it wasn’t for music, I wouldn’t have survived. I’m sure of that, it connected with my soul, it was my best friend at times.
I’m a dreamer, folks. That’s first and foremost. Creativity, music, lyrics, those were secondary attributes. Dreaming is where I...
#identity
#philosophical
128 reads
19 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
The Carbon Family Picnic
The Carbon Clan's
Autumn Harvest
Cornucopia
At Evergreen Meadow,
Chapter 1
The air shimmered with a crisp, autumnal chill. It was the eve of the harvest moon, a night of abundance and gratitude, when the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place to celebrate the year's bounty. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional gathering spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm, golden smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family,...
Autumn Harvest
Cornucopia
At Evergreen Meadow,
Chapter 1
The air shimmered with a crisp, autumnal chill. It was the eve of the harvest moon, a night of abundance and gratitude, when the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place to celebrate the year's bounty. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional gathering spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm, golden smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family,...
#art
#countryside
#identity
#nature
#relationships
126 reads
1 Comment
tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 9:00pm
27th Jan 2025 9:00pm
I hope to see you there
Gentle air fills dying lungs
Under blue skies and bitter chill
Folk tunes playing through blown out speakers
Nervousness fills aching bones
Picking lint off of an expensive sweater without breaking eye contact
How did I get here?
Years of dreaming was never enough
Restlessness and addiction kept me stuck
Until the final push from the one who promised to never let me fall
An open door to the visions that have flooded my brain since adolescence
A bigger view caused for an emotional afternoon
But who am I to...
Under blue skies and bitter chill
Folk tunes playing through blown out speakers
Nervousness fills aching bones
Picking lint off of an expensive sweater without breaking eye contact
How did I get here?
Years of dreaming was never enough
Restlessness and addiction kept me stuck
Until the final push from the one who promised to never let me fall
An open door to the visions that have flooded my brain since adolescence
A bigger view caused for an emotional afternoon
But who am I to...
#choices
#hope
#identity
#mirror
#SelfReflection
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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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NP_NP
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 4:56pm
20th Jan 2025 4:56pm
Stillness
He asks, "What's on your mind?"
I respond with nothing,
but the silence betrays me—
he sees it in my eyes, the quiet
drift of thought. So again, he asks,
"What's on your mind?"
And I answer, simply, "Life."
He wants to know more,
to pull me from my reverie,
but he knows better
than to break the stillness.
Let me be, lost in wonder,
staring through the window
at the passing trees,
the strangers in their cars,
the signs, the void of motion.
I'm not rude, I’m just...
I respond with nothing,
but the silence betrays me—
he sees it in my eyes, the quiet
drift of thought. So again, he asks,
"What's on your mind?"
And I answer, simply, "Life."
He wants to know more,
to pull me from my reverie,
but he knows better
than to break the stillness.
Let me be, lost in wonder,
staring through the window
at the passing trees,
the strangers in their cars,
the signs, the void of motion.
I'm not rude, I’m just...
#identity
#learning
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
73 reads
0 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 5:22am
12th Jan 2025 5:22am
Narcissus
He calls me his Narcissus—
So does that make him my Echo,
Torturing his soul as he chases me.
I could let him come up for air,
But what fun would that be?
You see, I could be savage, if necessary,
But please—don’t provoke the dark side of me.
Dancing topless, it’s so hard
Not to fall in love with myself.
I trace my body with my fingers,
Spinning around the pole,
I lock eyes with the girl I love most:
Me.
Enchanted, I make my way to the mirror,
Placing both hands upon its...
So does that make him my Echo,
Torturing his soul as he chases me.
I could let him come up for air,
But what fun would that be?
You see, I could be savage, if necessary,
But please—don’t provoke the dark side of me.
Dancing topless, it’s so hard
Not to fall in love with myself.
I trace my body with my fingers,
Spinning around the pole,
I lock eyes with the girl I love most:
Me.
Enchanted, I make my way to the mirror,
Placing both hands upon its...
#identity
#love
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
102 reads
1 Comment
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 7:36pm
5th Jan 2025 7:36pm
~back off the mindless mindkill... a roadkill is better off? not so either
#conflict
#identity
#love
#lust
#spiritual
105 reads
2 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 4:16pm
27th Dec 2024 4:16pm
In a world of Juliets, call me Lady Macbeth
I had to sub a Sophomore Lit class
when the professor was out
with COVID
And my inner literary snob
screamed a thousand
deaths when the 20-year-old zygotes
romanticized about
Romeo and Juliet.
I smiled and fluttered
my eyelashes
and smashed those
cute little bitches
who thought they
invented thought
with actual arrogance.
You see children,
Shakespeare...
when the professor was out
with COVID
And my inner literary snob
screamed a thousand
deaths when the 20-year-old zygotes
romanticized about
Romeo and Juliet.
I smiled and fluttered
my eyelashes
and smashed those
cute little bitches
who thought they
invented thought
with actual arrogance.
You see children,
Shakespeare...
#dark
#narrative
#lover
#revenge
#identity
300 reads
27 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:39am
9th Dec 2024 1:39am
The Poet
Am I the thinker, fated to dwell at hell's dark gate?
The words, like storms, crash in my skull—
relentless, pleading to be written, a curse or gift, I ask God?
I can whisper beauty so soft it curls into your soul,
and in that moment, we are the only ones who exist.
You blink, bewildered, and say, "How do you do this?
I've confessed to you things I’ve never dared to speak, not even to my therapist."
It starts with a simple question—"If you could pick a memory to relive what would it be and why?"
I watch you slip away, carried by...
The words, like storms, crash in my skull—
relentless, pleading to be written, a curse or gift, I ask God?
I can whisper beauty so soft it curls into your soul,
and in that moment, we are the only ones who exist.
You blink, bewildered, and say, "How do you do this?
I've confessed to you things I’ve never dared to speak, not even to my therapist."
It starts with a simple question—"If you could pick a memory to relive what would it be and why?"
I watch you slip away, carried by...
#identity
#motivational
#MyInspiration
#myself
#philosophical
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