Long Poems About Identity
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Long poems about identity. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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
607 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
605 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
422 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
405 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
1815 reads
1 Comment
Chere-Rene13
Poem Published
1st Feb 2023 2:40am
1st Feb 2023 2:40am
A Quilt Of Quotes
A blanket of time, A comforter of learning echos, A bedspread that holds together your words of recite. This bed where you sleep & snore...Sweet dreams vs. nightmare screams. This bed for intimacy of two, that never exposes it's secret trust and the physical touch of love with hints of passions played. The book jacket of this bed is a warm, personal quilt of quotes. Words of a lifetime...sewn squares past history...together that enshords someone's meaning and thoughts of life. ...
#identity
#confessional
#memories
#myself
#choices
351 reads
0 Comments
Vampyre497
Poem Published
12th Jan 2023 1:20pm
12th Jan 2023 1:20pm
Days Go By
Day 27.2746.107.1]
As I walked into the giant, parabolic shaped hangar, the fading stench of the old blood and uncleaned floors wreaked havoc upon my nostrils. They burned as though someone was taking a match to the inside of my nose. As I walked further into the room it smelled of old sweat and stale and rotting food. The floors were stained with the remains of those that had failed before and the walls were soaked with the screams of pain and suffering. And yet they were sturdy. Firm. Un-resilient in their fight to be nothing more than a structure.
My personification...
As I walked into the giant, parabolic shaped hangar, the fading stench of the old blood and uncleaned floors wreaked havoc upon my nostrils. They burned as though someone was taking a match to the inside of my nose. As I walked further into the room it smelled of old sweat and stale and rotting food. The floors were stained with the remains of those that had failed before and the walls were soaked with the screams of pain and suffering. And yet they were sturdy. Firm. Un-resilient in their fight to be nothing more than a structure.
My personification...
#depression
#identity
#technology #myself
#technology #myself
235 reads
1 Comment
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
8th Jan 2023 5:20pm
8th Jan 2023 5:20pm
The Chariot
Let’s be honest,
Rooms are composed of six lines,
Line One:
Why am I a who-man, cataracted into
This
Antagonistic, rectipetal
Lee,
Hand of accreted injury,
Thrust before a liquefactious air,
And why is this sleek-
Shod carrion bird,
Flute of limbs and impermeable
Coat,
Circling the stench
Of once proud flesh,
Rendered, now,
A tumble of stinking ropes,
What it is.
Line Two:
Why are the corners brooding
At the drum beats...
Rooms are composed of six lines,
Line One:
Why am I a who-man, cataracted into
This
Antagonistic, rectipetal
Lee,
Hand of accreted injury,
Thrust before a liquefactious air,
And why is this sleek-
Shod carrion bird,
Flute of limbs and impermeable
Coat,
Circling the stench
Of once proud flesh,
Rendered, now,
A tumble of stinking ropes,
What it is.
Line Two:
Why are the corners brooding
At the drum beats...
#love
#lust
#identity
#death
#honesty
708 reads
31 Comments
LibraSoul96
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2023 00:44am
2nd Jan 2023 00:44am
New year, same me
New year, same me
Only difference is that I am coming into who I am meant to be
Still the same black girl
Dreaming of taking this world by a whirl
New year, same me
Just building and seeking true peace
Not letting the world break me, piece by piece
New year, same me
The year 2022 is gone, but when you add one year, you get 2023
A whole new year that is filled of curiosity and facing the unknown
Taking charge of a new beginnings and to be bestowed your rightful crown
New year, same me
When it comes to my physical...
Only difference is that I am coming into who I am meant to be
Still the same black girl
Dreaming of taking this world by a whirl
New year, same me
Just building and seeking true peace
Not letting the world break me, piece by piece
New year, same me
The year 2022 is gone, but when you add one year, you get 2023
A whole new year that is filled of curiosity and facing the unknown
Taking charge of a new beginnings and to be bestowed your rightful crown
New year, same me
When it comes to my physical...
#identity
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
360 reads
3 Comments
stevenyprince
alysha
alysha
Poem Published
25th Dec 2022 6:34pm
25th Dec 2022 6:34pm
Jynx
Can you keep up with me,
See if you can roll with me
I'm pretty quick, nothing to prove
Or gain or lose
Sometimes I get shy, cuz I'm unfocused, lonely old despair, again I got too stoned
Fall into intricate fractals and nuances
My journal is a portal home
I realize now that I'm 37, how "autistic" I maybe am
People scare me more than actual demons could
And I miss my dad sometimes
Under all them addictions, distractions and darkness
He was a super good guy
And I was the light in his life
What more could...
See if you can roll with me
I'm pretty quick, nothing to prove
Or gain or lose
Sometimes I get shy, cuz I'm unfocused, lonely old despair, again I got too stoned
Fall into intricate fractals and nuances
My journal is a portal home
I realize now that I'm 37, how "autistic" I maybe am
People scare me more than actual demons could
And I miss my dad sometimes
Under all them addictions, distractions and darkness
He was a super good guy
And I was the light in his life
What more could...
#childhood
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#humankind
#SelfReflection
405 reads
4 Comments
ohmy_engrish
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Poem Published
11th Dec 2022 3:15pm
11th Dec 2022 3:15pm
I can’t for the life of me talk to people
What else am I supposed to say?
I really can’t. Period.
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Okay, okay fine.
If I’m being frank, people who have hobbies other than internet usage are people that I seriously can’t relate to. I mean, I thought I could relate to them, but I guess I can’t.
When I got my first job, I had to get acquainted with my coworkers, and before this I’d never talked to anyone who wasn’t hooked with either gaming, anime or binge watching shows. (Even my parents love YouTube and Netflix like their second child.)
...
I really can’t. Period.
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Okay, okay fine.
If I’m being frank, people who have hobbies other than internet usage are people that I seriously can’t relate to. I mean, I thought I could relate to them, but I guess I can’t.
When I got my first job, I had to get acquainted with my coworkers, and before this I’d never talked to anyone who wasn’t hooked with either gaming, anime or binge watching shows. (Even my parents love YouTube and Netflix like their second child.)
...
#identity
#confessional
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
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5 Comments
ohmy_engrish
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Poem Published
22nd Nov 2022 4:57am
22nd Nov 2022 4:57am
My name is,
v.1/
Woah, baby.
When did you, slide right into my lane?
Pause, replay.
A look-see near the back door,
Soon the tip of my tongue tasted like your last drink.
\pre-ch\
Can’t breathe, can’t seem, to speak,
When you’re onto me.
Against the wall, fingers reach in between.
You wanna believe that this is it,
You wanna believe all along I needed this.
Ooh~
/ch/
When every word you whisper washes over mine,
It don’t even matter if I wanna know why~
As soon as you knew it,
If I was...
Woah, baby.
When did you, slide right into my lane?
Pause, replay.
A look-see near the back door,
Soon the tip of my tongue tasted like your last drink.
\pre-ch\
Can’t breathe, can’t seem, to speak,
When you’re onto me.
Against the wall, fingers reach in between.
You wanna believe that this is it,
You wanna believe all along I needed this.
Ooh~
/ch/
When every word you whisper washes over mine,
It don’t even matter if I wanna know why~
As soon as you knew it,
If I was...
#identity
#confusion
#FallingInLove #sensual
#FallingInLove #sensual
709 reads
2 Comments
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