Long Poems About Identity
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Long poems about identity. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
The Absolution of Truth (A Semantical Tangent)
"Truth" is not a matter of subjection in oneself to decide what to believe. You can't just believe whatever you want, and think that makes it "truth." People have proclivities of bias, partiality, and favoritism within them, let alone pride. If they just believe something because it benefits them, it may not be "truth." They may simply just want to believe it. It's not a matter of what you want to believe.
Validity doesn't have such things as motive and intent, to prove or disprove, based on what one wants to believe, in the context of universal...
Validity doesn't have such things as motive and intent, to prove or disprove, based on what one wants to believe, in the context of universal...
#identity
#spiritual
#humankind
#philosophical
#morality
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Customer profiles
We are all capable of being assholes (Me especially). But if you are working behind a till you can't escape them.
The Good Customer
Comes in, picks something, brings it to the till, pays and leaves. May say thanks, but thanks is only necessary, if the till attendant has packed their bag or carried something heavy.
The Lonely Customer
Comes in, takes a long time picking something, stands at the till and begins to tell their entire life story, from birth up until the present. Then begins on the present state of affairs. After a long one-way conversation, in...
The Good Customer
Comes in, picks something, brings it to the till, pays and leaves. May say thanks, but thanks is only necessary, if the till attendant has packed their bag or carried something heavy.
The Lonely Customer
Comes in, takes a long time picking something, stands at the till and begins to tell their entire life story, from birth up until the present. Then begins on the present state of affairs. After a long one-way conversation, in...
#identity
#respect
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A Consensus Of One
some say i'm a wannabe elitist
some might think i'm a lowkey defeatist
the hung jury is right on both ends
lemme break it down
i LIKE elite shit
extravagant type shit..creative shit
out of the box...that off the wall type shit
like 'OH SHIT' type shit
people who put their heart and soul in whatever they do
those who seek to achieve THEIR personal best
who groove in their own lane
while respecting yours
those who roll with
original + devotional + visionary type mindsets
that's like foreplay for the...
some might think i'm a lowkey defeatist
the hung jury is right on both ends
lemme break it down
i LIKE elite shit
extravagant type shit..creative shit
out of the box...that off the wall type shit
like 'OH SHIT' type shit
people who put their heart and soul in whatever they do
those who seek to achieve THEIR personal best
who groove in their own lane
while respecting yours
those who roll with
original + devotional + visionary type mindsets
that's like foreplay for the...
#identity
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Walk With Me
I wish to sit with somebody or go for a walk
Who as much as in words, in silences speaks
The drift and the knowing of clouds
The wind through the trees
And rustle of leaves
The song of birds
The flight of the hawk
Ripples on water
Be with someone just balancing stones
Who knows fires at night
And sparks' upward flight
To heavenward skies
The varied constellations and moon in its phases
The conjunction marking their birth
Celestial alignments
Our...
Who as much as in words, in silences speaks
The drift and the knowing of clouds
The wind through the trees
And rustle of leaves
The song of birds
The flight of the hawk
Ripples on water
Be with someone just balancing stones
Who knows fires at night
And sparks' upward flight
To heavenward skies
The varied constellations and moon in its phases
The conjunction marking their birth
Celestial alignments
Our...
#love
#identity
#learning #wisdom
#learning #wisdom
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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
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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
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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
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The Dance

#identity
#death
#suicide #spiritual
#suicide #spiritual
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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
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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
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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
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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
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