Long Poems About Identity
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Long poems about identity. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 7:57pm
7th Jul 2024 7:57pm
Somewhere, SomeTime
I always find my alter ego, whenever i roam the rocky hills, or skipping right out from home, into
the pine forest on the village fringe, where the pure breeze inspires the pastoral themes..
where life in its prime tells the truth, the wisdom and the sincere feeling.There ! is my Home !
i sat on the hilltop watching the tiny village stretching below,"my bled" lost in a foggy silent indolence,
where carelessness and dark interests breed inside empty coffee shops, and shady nooks; and dark corners....
where kids in their blooming age reap what the bad...
the pine forest on the village fringe, where the pure breeze inspires the pastoral themes..
where life in its prime tells the truth, the wisdom and the sincere feeling.There ! is my Home !
i sat on the hilltop watching the tiny village stretching below,"my bled" lost in a foggy silent indolence,
where carelessness and dark interests breed inside empty coffee shops, and shady nooks; and dark corners....
where kids in their blooming age reap what the bad...
#consumerism
#identity
#politics
#responsibility
#risk
132 reads
3 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
26th Jun 2024 11:26pm
26th Jun 2024 11:26pm
The Big Guy Chapter 2
#CallToAction
#identity
65 reads
2 Comments
Just-Rob
Poem Published
26th Jun 2024 6:46pm
26th Jun 2024 6:46pm
Reaching Out To The Darkness pt. 1
Yes, you have my attention
You have had my attention for the better part of my life
I have gone from being so grateful that you exist
To wanting nothing more than for you to be gone
I have gone from so thankful that you saved my life
To blaming you for everything that has gone wrong
I guess I've never really looked at things from your perspective
I've never stopped and thought about what you had to endure
You protected me from so much
So many things that I couldn't deal with
All the beatings when he would unleash...
You have had my attention for the better part of my life
I have gone from being so grateful that you exist
To wanting nothing more than for you to be gone
I have gone from so thankful that you saved my life
To blaming you for everything that has gone wrong
I guess I've never really looked at things from your perspective
I've never stopped and thought about what you had to endure
You protected me from so much
So many things that I couldn't deal with
All the beatings when he would unleash...
#anger
#confessional
#dark
#hate
#identity
257 reads
6 Comments
personanongrata
Astral Gift
Astral Gift
Poem Published
21st Jun 2024 5:29pm
21st Jun 2024 5:29pm
THIS IS NOT A POEM
This is not another poem for butterflies in the stomach
Nor a tribute to the self-concept or the world around it
Not even a random inspiration of my pen, or trauma dumbing
This is just my fingers dancing with a turmoil
May be the lack of sleep or vitamins, or fight flight mode
May be the cold I feel inside my frozen heart
"You are not alone" they say, but nobody is around
"This is temporary" they say but the more we focus on how much it lasts, the longer it gets
"Be...
Nor a tribute to the self-concept or the world around it
Not even a random inspiration of my pen, or trauma dumbing
This is just my fingers dancing with a turmoil
May be the lack of sleep or vitamins, or fight flight mode
May be the cold I feel inside my frozen heart
"You are not alone" they say, but nobody is around
"This is temporary" they say but the more we focus on how much it lasts, the longer it gets
"Be...
#identity
#SelfReflection
217 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
14th Jun 2024 00:32am
14th Jun 2024 00:32am
how to become invisible
#identity
#memories
#violence
96 reads
8 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
12th Jun 2024 10:22pm
12th Jun 2024 10:22pm
my history is an ocean
I drowned myself in history
felt all my past lives crash
over me in crushing waves
and decided it would be okay
to breathe it all in
and choke on it
You were more than a drop
of rain in the ocean
more than discarded bones
lying on the sea floor
your name and face
unforgettable
when other names
and other faces now elude me
I can't remember how many
people have had their tongue
in my mouth
or how many men have seen
the full nakedness of...
felt all my past lives crash
over me in crushing waves
and decided it would be okay
to breathe it all in
and choke on it
You were more than a drop
of rain in the ocean
more than discarded bones
lying on the sea floor
your name and face
unforgettable
when other names
and other faces now elude me
I can't remember how many
people have had their tongue
in my mouth
or how many men have seen
the full nakedness of...
#grief
#identity
#memories
166 reads
6 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
12th Jun 2024 00:46am
12th Jun 2024 00:46am
deep questions with complicatedly simple answers
Someone asked me once, when I was 25, what I wanted out of life. I said adventure and inner peace. It's been 14 years since that question was posed and I don't have an adventurous life, nor is inner peace is anywhere to be found.
These days going to see a movie feels like an adventure. Hell, even coffee at a cafe with a friend would be good. But everyone is too busy, because we're proper adults now, with careers, or kids and other responsibilities. Friendships feel pretty low down on the list of important priorities, though I would prefer it to be closer to the top.
...
These days going to see a movie feels like an adventure. Hell, even coffee at a cafe with a friend would be good. But everyone is too busy, because we're proper adults now, with careers, or kids and other responsibilities. Friendships feel pretty low down on the list of important priorities, though I would prefer it to be closer to the top.
...
#confessional
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#philosophical
206 reads
5 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
31st May 2024 2:49pm
31st May 2024 2:49pm
Old Folks, Beauty, Strength and Emotion
i remember grandpa had hands of wood, haired like a hedgehog.
a rifle hang on his living room walls, dating from French colonialism.
A handicrafted fine curiosity,bequeathed by a noble resident Frenchman ,
a fair colonial who rejected the war, abhorred the carnage
and massacre perpetrated against the unarmed people..
He left all his properties to grandpa for being friendly,
loyal and workaholic server, and a faithful gate guardian;
He left a treasury among which a double barrel rifle,
and even an elegant glossy closet and...
a rifle hang on his living room walls, dating from French colonialism.
A handicrafted fine curiosity,bequeathed by a noble resident Frenchman ,
a fair colonial who rejected the war, abhorred the carnage
and massacre perpetrated against the unarmed people..
He left all his properties to grandpa for being friendly,
loyal and workaholic server, and a faithful gate guardian;
He left a treasury among which a double barrel rifle,
and even an elegant glossy closet and...
#beauty
#culture
#identity #morality
#identity #morality
100 reads
0 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
24th May 2024 10:13pm
24th May 2024 10:13pm
Kara, Paul, and Chloe
- Kara, Paul, and Chloe -
I posted this on both Facebook and DeviantArt just earlier today, and I decided to copy and paste it to here so that people can read it and have a better idea about my current mental state, amongst a good many other things that have been going on with me. Anyway, here is what I posted on those two sites, and the terrible things that I have been dealing with and going through:
'Today, I feel it is time to explain the truth about my “wife” Chloe who is on Facebook and Deep Underground Poetry under the name Chloe Abigail Harper-Ashton. The...
I posted this on both Facebook and DeviantArt just earlier today, and I decided to copy and paste it to here so that people can read it and have a better idea about my current mental state, amongst a good many other things that have been going on with me. Anyway, here is what I posted on those two sites, and the terrible things that I have been dealing with and going through:
'Today, I feel it is time to explain the truth about my “wife” Chloe who is on Facebook and Deep Underground Poetry under the name Chloe Abigail Harper-Ashton. The...
#confessional
#identity
#MentalHealth
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
154 reads
2 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
17th May 2024 10:19pm
17th May 2024 10:19pm
THIRD EYE'S THIRD PHASE GAZE OF THREE IN ONE (Fri., May 17th, 2024, Palm Springs, California)
third eye s
third phase gaze
of me in me
third eye s
third phase gaze
of three in one
third eye s
third phase gaze
of me
now so long
hid away
uninspired
disconnected
self suppressed
undone broken
vanished gone
third eye s
third phase gaze
of me
as one
all one
sensed and felt
by some
but seen lived
and truly known
by me...
third phase gaze
of me in me
third eye s
third phase gaze
of three in one
third eye s
third phase gaze
of me
now so long
hid away
uninspired
disconnected
self suppressed
undone broken
vanished gone
third eye s
third phase gaze
of me
as one
all one
sensed and felt
by some
but seen lived
and truly known
by me...
#acceptance
#choices
#confusion
#identity
#SelfReflection
96 reads
0 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
11th May 2024 8:22pm
11th May 2024 8:22pm
This man, ? No, Man
The road to humanity is strewn with thorns, spikes, with shards of bloody resistance,on
our chest we must creep to get to its heart, to which the roads are even paved with stark rejection,
merciless actions, irresponsible objections, and denial of the clear facts,,mindset fallacy and foremost false pretense..
And to the soul, the road is much more hard to follow, it passes over mountains
of patience, and across oceans of spontaneity, sail counter the flow of the actual
current,.......turn the hours back to original initiation..the soul is the...
our chest we must creep to get to its heart, to which the roads are even paved with stark rejection,
merciless actions, irresponsible objections, and denial of the clear facts,,mindset fallacy and foremost false pretense..
And to the soul, the road is much more hard to follow, it passes over mountains
of patience, and across oceans of spontaneity, sail counter the flow of the actual
current,.......turn the hours back to original initiation..the soul is the...
#culture
#identity
#morality #tradition
#morality #tradition
164 reads
0 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
5th May 2024 5:20pm
5th May 2024 5:20pm
Paths Of Inspiration And Guidance
What am I...
Who am I...
Why would I myself wonder and ask
Don’t I know that one dwelling in me
The one in the mirror gazing at me
That one in complexions
Resembling me
In reflections
You have to see me
*****
When asked to myself present
Waiting and pondering to no end
How would I myself define
Is it what I do occupy
And my worth certify
Would that just be fine
Or shall I add the thoughts and visions
that feed what I see and envision
Consider the...
Who am I...
Why would I myself wonder and ask
Don’t I know that one dwelling in me
The one in the mirror gazing at me
That one in complexions
Resembling me
In reflections
You have to see me
*****
When asked to myself present
Waiting and pondering to no end
How would I myself define
Is it what I do occupy
And my worth certify
Would that just be fine
Or shall I add the thoughts and visions
that feed what I see and envision
Consider the...
#admiration
#emotions
#gratitude
#respect
#identity
260 reads
8 Comments
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