Long Poems About Identity
#identity
Related Theme
#myself
Long poems about identity. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
AverageJoe
Poem Published
29th May 2023 11:35pm
29th May 2023 11:35pm
Get Away
Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe.”
Anatole France
***
What is it about going
That once in your blood is a restlessness that can’t be cured at home
indeed home is the disease
There is something that calls to me
A dream that waits burning with the dawn just beyond the horizon
A speck against the distant blue
Waiting beneath the rolling clouds
An awakening just around the next bend in the road
Over the distant hills
And mountain peaks ...
Anatole France
***
What is it about going
That once in your blood is a restlessness that can’t be cured at home
indeed home is the disease
There is something that calls to me
A dream that waits burning with the dawn just beyond the horizon
A speck against the distant blue
Waiting beneath the rolling clouds
An awakening just around the next bend in the road
Over the distant hills
And mountain peaks ...
#identity
#dreams
141 reads
2 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
6th May 2023 11:24pm
6th May 2023 11:24pm
Limerick Collection 5
I will add to this in the coming days... I've promised to write a limerick for each person that donates to my latest charity fundraiser!
Insanity?
My friend Tanya's a personal trainer.
I'm not really sure who's the saner—
she runs right to the limit
(marathon! I just swim it!).
The answer to that's a no-brainer!
"It's just down the road!"
Whenever we're facing...
Insanity?
My friend Tanya's a personal trainer.
I'm not really sure who's the saner—
she runs right to the limit
(marathon! I just swim it!).
The answer to that's a no-brainer!
"It's just down the road!"
Whenever we're facing...
#identity
#sports
246 reads
3 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
2nd May 2023 7:17pm
2nd May 2023 7:17pm
Madeline, Madison, and the Good Witch
- Madeline, Madison, and the Good Witch -
She was not quite beautiful as people think of when they consider classical standards of beauty. Many called her plain, but even so she tried to see the beauty in others, and in the world around her. Even, as she stood in this forsaken place, she tried to notice the wild beauty of it. It was the northern slopes of a mountain range that rose up beyond the dark pine forests of her homeland. Few came here, and not one who did was unchanged by the experience. She felt tired, weary from the long walk out to this place. As she gazed downward...
She was not quite beautiful as people think of when they consider classical standards of beauty. Many called her plain, but even so she tried to see the beauty in others, and in the world around her. Even, as she stood in this forsaken place, she tried to notice the wild beauty of it. It was the northern slopes of a mountain range that rose up beyond the dark pine forests of her homeland. Few came here, and not one who did was unchanged by the experience. She felt tired, weary from the long walk out to this place. As she gazed downward...
#identity
#abuse
#MentalHealth
#transgender
#witches
225 reads
2 Comments
Moonlit_Marie
Poem Published
28th Mar 2023 6:39pm
28th Mar 2023 6:39pm
The Dance
#identity
#death
#suicide #spiritual
#suicide #spiritual
410 reads
0 Comments
Sega
Poem Published
12th Mar 2023 6:16pm
12th Mar 2023 6:16pm
Reflections
Rotten is the mind that thinks of the nice
When pain is the place that leads us to see
And not be blind, in the kind
Of way that we shy and hide
But fight online
And cry in our mum’s house
On the sly and rewind
Back to the man who’s
Outward and kind
For half a week
Until we speak
With a beer and a high five
With a
Miscellaneous man
At a the bar with a tie
And a good suit and a fine
Way of thinking
Fucking why am I
Trying to please these geezer
Who I wouldn’t give the time
In a day to...
When pain is the place that leads us to see
And not be blind, in the kind
Of way that we shy and hide
But fight online
And cry in our mum’s house
On the sly and rewind
Back to the man who’s
Outward and kind
For half a week
Until we speak
With a beer and a high five
With a
Miscellaneous man
At a the bar with a tie
And a good suit and a fine
Way of thinking
Fucking why am I
Trying to please these geezer
Who I wouldn’t give the time
In a day to...
#identity
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
#SelfWorth
#masculinity
312 reads
3 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
9th Mar 2023 11:06pm
9th Mar 2023 11:06pm
I Am Me, Not the Sum of My Intimate Parts
I feel my clothing against my skin,
Brings me comfort, like a phenothrin,
Killing the sick ticks and fleas that wish to feed,
But from some, I would not be freed
Should we ever meet at any point,
I feel the burn of every single joint,
When I pop them, the minor stinging skin,
But only if I try too hard, speaking for my kin,
Causing the roses to droop and wilt,
Like a pinball game in a perpetual tilt,
Stuck in a time loop, I wish, and I wish,
Over and over, for the same decent things,
To be treated like normal human...
Brings me comfort, like a phenothrin,
Killing the sick ticks and fleas that wish to feed,
But from some, I would not be freed
Should we ever meet at any point,
I feel the burn of every single joint,
When I pop them, the minor stinging skin,
But only if I try too hard, speaking for my kin,
Causing the roses to droop and wilt,
Like a pinball game in a perpetual tilt,
Stuck in a time loop, I wish, and I wish,
Over and over, for the same decent things,
To be treated like normal human...
#anger
#identity
#LGBT
#LifeStruggles
#frustration
259 reads
1 Comment
Vortex32167
Poem Published
5th Mar 2023 1:40pm
5th Mar 2023 1:40pm
Diary entry 05-03-2023 “We have changed again”
I’ve not been myself the last few months. I’m ….. different now. I changed again. Coping, defending, morphing, or was I going on the offence? So much pent up aggression, so much anger and rage storming through my mind right now. A short fused bomb ready to go off. The slightest misstep could ruin everything. I could destroy everything I ever believed in, everything I ever loved and cared for. I can’t control myself anymore, I’m at the mercy of others to fight for me. Because if I do, nothing will be left untouched, nothing or no one can stop me. Never mind how high the cost may grow, I cannot...
#anger
#depression
#identity
#SelfHarm
#confusion
242 reads
0 Comments
Vortex32167
Poem Published
27th Feb 2023 10:33pm
27th Feb 2023 10:33pm
Diary entry 27-02-2023 After the drugs
I just want the pain to stop. I know how it feels and you want to die. You know how that feels too, it’s confusing. There aren’t really words to describe either side. It just hurts so much. But things can change. If you have suicidal thoughts or ideations, then I need you to hear me. This place that I’m in right now, this world I’m in right now. It doesn’t have to be this way. So much can change. You can have a whole new life, a whole new world. Yeah, right. I know the darkness you’re in, it is all consuming, and it hurts so much, but at the same time, you can’t feel anything. Asking for help...
#depression
#identity
#death
#suicide
#despair
573 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
25th Feb 2023 00:49am
25th Feb 2023 00:49am
Queen B 2U..
Queen B I bow unto the world for all to see
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my...
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my...
#love
#identity
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
#culture
574 reads
10 Comments
hidden_truth
Poem Published
21st Feb 2023 10:17pm
21st Feb 2023 10:17pm
Notice
At a young age, we start to notice numbers
how they grew but descend as well
I however, grew to notice the numbers on the scale
How they would go up or down
Depending if i felt brave enough to have an extra bite
As I grew, so did the numbers on that scale
My enemy wasn’t anyone else
But the very reflection that had shown me
Pulling fat that doesn’t exist
The crying the wishing to see something else
Anything or anyone
Notice the mirror’s endless lies
help reach that number
Or notice how apple cider vinegar...
how they grew but descend as well
I however, grew to notice the numbers on the scale
How they would go up or down
Depending if i felt brave enough to have an extra bite
As I grew, so did the numbers on that scale
My enemy wasn’t anyone else
But the very reflection that had shown me
Pulling fat that doesn’t exist
The crying the wishing to see something else
Anything or anyone
Notice the mirror’s endless lies
help reach that number
Or notice how apple cider vinegar...
#identity
#SelfReflection
#EatingDisorder
396 reads
1 Comment
Vortex32167
Poem Published
14th Feb 2023 9:21pm
14th Feb 2023 9:21pm
Diary entry 14-02-2023. Self Worth
I’ve been lost for a long time, not knowing who or what I was. Eternal conflict, unending torture. Follow the voices, hiding the truth, lying to myself. If it was even me who I was talking to. How to see the difference? Can you even see any difference? In the mirrors reflection, the same smirks and expressions. Each and every day they seem different but are still the same image. Is that who I am? Is this all I am? Or are we just what we are. Many in one, one body, many minds, one reflection, numerous copies of the same but all different. It’s getting harder to differentiate between all of...
#depression
#identity
#SelfHarm
#despair
#emptiness
354 reads
4 Comments
MYSTERIOUS_GIRL
Lizzy_3164
Lizzy_3164
Poem Published
5th Feb 2023 5:01am
5th Feb 2023 5:01am
WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A WOMAN
I was told that real women
doesn't know the meaning of being a real woman
that only trans-woman do
Only because of the effort they put into being a woman.
Well hears what I have to say.
Trans-woman doesn't know squat about bein a real woman
BEING A WOMAN MEANS:
Tapping into a power that cannot ever be taken away from you.
BEING A WOMAN MEANS:
Being both feminist and feminine.
BEING A WOMAN MEANS:
Overcoming adversity. It is strength and empowerment.
BEING A WOMAN MEANS:
Having a strong sense of...
doesn't know the meaning of being a real woman
that only trans-woman do
Only because of the effort they put into being a woman.
Well hears what I have to say.
Trans-woman doesn't know squat about bein a real woman
BEING A WOMAN MEANS:
Tapping into a power that cannot ever be taken away from you.
BEING A WOMAN MEANS:
Being both feminist and feminine.
BEING A WOMAN MEANS:
Overcoming adversity. It is strength and empowerment.
BEING A WOMAN MEANS:
Having a strong sense of...
#anger
#identity
#TruthOfLife
#feminism
#transgender
1655 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Identity
