Poems about Identity
#identity
Exploring the meaning of identity within our society. Identity poems explore our personality, uniqueness and lifestyle choices to find out what gives individuals, groups and sub-cultures their identity.
NP_NP
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 4:07pm
30th Dec 2024 4:07pm
The Oil Field Man
I linger in sadness because it sharpens the moments that make me laugh,
like the blade’s edge reveals the beauty of the cut.
"Why is it," he asked, voice thick with whiskey,
"every time I sleep with a woman, I can't fill this void?"
His words hung heavy,
and I, tired of his endless lament,
took everything he ever told me—
his fears, his wounds, his pathetic confessions—
rolled them into something jagged and sharp,
a meatloaf of truth he wasn’t ready to swallow.
And I shoved it down his throat.
I left him there,...
like the blade’s edge reveals the beauty of the cut.
"Why is it," he asked, voice thick with whiskey,
"every time I sleep with a woman, I can't fill this void?"
His words hung heavy,
and I, tired of his endless lament,
took everything he ever told me—
his fears, his wounds, his pathetic confessions—
rolled them into something jagged and sharp,
a meatloaf of truth he wasn’t ready to swallow.
And I shoved it down his throat.
I left him there,...
#identity
#lust
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 5:44pm
29th Dec 2024 5:44pm
Only the Animal Survives
Raw and alive
the tangible need.
box it
weight it
ship it UPS
in a world of fake
you are real
make me bleed
rubbing emotions raw
the slow exhaled whisper
both fire and ice
to nerves
exposed to light
and I scream
for more
scream your name
ripping the mask
off your savage heart
love
lust
hate
are all used
to fuel the fire
blistering skin and boiling blood
the last walls crumble
screaming
in fear
losing control
evolution
destroyed in just one night ...
the tangible need.
box it
weight it
ship it UPS
in a world of fake
you are real
make me bleed
rubbing emotions raw
the slow exhaled whisper
both fire and ice
to nerves
exposed to light
and I scream
for more
scream your name
ripping the mask
off your savage heart
love
lust
hate
are all used
to fuel the fire
blistering skin and boiling blood
the last walls crumble
screaming
in fear
losing control
evolution
destroyed in just one night ...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#lust #passion
#lust #passion
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 1:45pm
29th Dec 2024 1:45pm
Don't let time fool you
Another night and all I can do is sit & be silent
Silence has become my life filter
I figure if you can't deal with them, then deal with yourself
If you can't deal with yourself, then do the best you can
Not to let time fool you into doing something stupid
Like living forever
Like giving in and stopping your heart
Like going to them and looking for some part of yourself
I can tell you
It doesn't exist
Silence has become my life filter
I figure if you can't deal with them, then deal with yourself
If you can't deal with yourself, then do the best you can
Not to let time fool you into doing something stupid
Like living forever
Like giving in and stopping your heart
Like going to them and looking for some part of yourself
I can tell you
It doesn't exist
#identity
#philosophical
#SelfReflection #silence
#SelfReflection #silence
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 8:22pm
28th Dec 2024 8:22pm
utterly
dwindling thought withering in context
my mind ceases in ideas and gets angry
withdrawing from the lense
I don't wish to be observed
shaken epiphany I am cut off
from who I used to be
evolving utterly different
I wonder did that version of me die out of necessity
keening hope she was so beautiful
she was not me but I share her memories
grief burdens me, I wonder did I kill her, one thought at a time
drain her essence and discard her in the past
the present knows only me
it's a curious thing, I...
my mind ceases in ideas and gets angry
withdrawing from the lense
I don't wish to be observed
shaken epiphany I am cut off
from who I used to be
evolving utterly different
I wonder did that version of me die out of necessity
keening hope she was so beautiful
she was not me but I share her memories
grief burdens me, I wonder did I kill her, one thought at a time
drain her essence and discard her in the past
the present knows only me
it's a curious thing, I...
#confessional
#identity
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
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backdeckbenny
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 8:16am
28th Dec 2024 8:16am
Doing my head in.
The flesh I am, existed in kind before I was even born.In the cells of other people.They held my future flesh and blood between their legs,waiting for the right conditions to arrive, to create a human being,a body only.
But me, the one you are now creating in your mind, is perception dependant, dependant on your biases and conditioning.The me you perceive will be different from the one I do and all others do.
Here in lies the lies.If enough people say I'm a good man you will believe it.You will perceive me differently without empirical evidence.
...
But me, the one you are now creating in your mind, is perception dependant, dependant on your biases and conditioning.The me you perceive will be different from the one I do and all others do.
Here in lies the lies.If enough people say I'm a good man you will believe it.You will perceive me differently without empirical evidence.
...
#identity
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 8:19pm
27th Dec 2024 8:19pm
#1
There is only one number
The number one
All other digits are jumbled
I have too much confusion in my life
In order to annihilate my confusion, my time wasting activities,
I must get to one after the smoke clears
She will be my only weakness
Like many instances, things are not always what they seem
Many weaknesses are blessings in disguise, clouds with silver linings
She is my weakness
She is my blessing
The number one
All other digits are jumbled
I have too much confusion in my life
In order to annihilate my confusion, my time wasting activities,
I must get to one after the smoke clears
She will be my only weakness
Like many instances, things are not always what they seem
Many weaknesses are blessings in disguise, clouds with silver linings
She is my weakness
She is my blessing
#confusion
#identity
#loneliness
#myself
#weakness
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8 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
219 reads
26 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 4:15pm
26th Dec 2024 4:15pm
Bird on a Barren Feeder
In a vacant quiet winter world,
behold the robin's final chord.
The bird at the barren feeder
struck my heart's eye.
I also know a cold hunger
inside unexplained need's cry.
The universe tells me I'm human, mortal.
As I sway over the edge of the portal.
Death's invite in hand,
as I'm chased by haunted screaming dreams,.
that never anchored a chance.
The bird would fly straight in.
Me, hesitant, with my unresolved sin.
The bird accepts his demise
and gets on with living.
It's existence within the joy it sings....
behold the robin's final chord.
The bird at the barren feeder
struck my heart's eye.
I also know a cold hunger
inside unexplained need's cry.
The universe tells me I'm human, mortal.
As I sway over the edge of the portal.
Death's invite in hand,
as I'm chased by haunted screaming dreams,.
that never anchored a chance.
The bird would fly straight in.
Me, hesitant, with my unresolved sin.
The bird accepts his demise
and gets on with living.
It's existence within the joy it sings....
#birds
#identity
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10 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 2:27pm
26th Dec 2024 2:27pm
prison
drunk on words, you threw yourself
into the hourly burly of
the great prison where thoughts are chained
by words and made to glow for their captors
they galvanise the self
that abstract thing
and make it almost real
for fleeting addictive moments
into the hourly burly of
the great prison where thoughts are chained
by words and made to glow for their captors
they galvanise the self
that abstract thing
and make it almost real
for fleeting addictive moments
#art
#identity
#SelfReflection #WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection #WritingPoetry
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3 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 6:41am
24th Dec 2024 6:41am
The importance of ME
I awarded myself the golden key
convinced in my own verctity
stood on the podium
in no ones shadow, I am the total sum
Oscar`s, cast in my image
I will not hide my glittering plumage
reflections in lake, told the truth
loves adoration, of my beautiful youth
perfection, bedazzled, spotlight on freeze
the oneness of my holy trinity, achieved.
convinced in my own verctity
stood on the podium
in no ones shadow, I am the total sum
Oscar`s, cast in my image
I will not hide my glittering plumage
reflections in lake, told the truth
loves adoration, of my beautiful youth
perfection, bedazzled, spotlight on freeze
the oneness of my holy trinity, achieved.
#identity
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 8:25pm
21st Dec 2024 8:25pm
Self-Esteem
A woman standing in the mirror yelling,
"Where were you when I needed you?!"
"Where were you when I needed you?!"
#fear
#identity
#minimalist
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 11:13am
20th Dec 2024 11:13am
Identity
I bait my own trap
I'll wait for myself to walk in and trip the mine
I'll wait for myself to walk in and trip the mine
#identity
#myself
#regret #SelfReflection
#regret #SelfReflection
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