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.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 8:21pm
30th Mar 2025 8:21pm
Deep Within
As my mind reflects
voices from within
tell me to soul search
a personal energy
that resonates
changing my perspective
as multiple beings
alert me when my time will end
voices from within
tell me to soul search
a personal energy
that resonates
changing my perspective
as multiple beings
alert me when my time will end
#death
#identity
#memories
134 reads
12 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
26th Mar 2025 00:00am
26th Mar 2025 00:00am
Deviant
I'm deviant
So goddamn deviant
I'm deviant
You have a problem with that?
I've always felt this in my heart
It's deep within my soul
Most of you will never know me
Long enough as I grow old
Parents told me from the start
Heard the same shit in school
So much of it through the years
Damn right I believe it's true
Can't stop being restless & curious
Buried in my gut you see
I'll never ever listened to you
As a child or when I turn 93
You know what kind of crowd
I hang...
So goddamn deviant
I'm deviant
You have a problem with that?
I've always felt this in my heart
It's deep within my soul
Most of you will never know me
Long enough as I grow old
Parents told me from the start
Heard the same shit in school
So much of it through the years
Damn right I believe it's true
Can't stop being restless & curious
Buried in my gut you see
I'll never ever listened to you
As a child or when I turn 93
You know what kind of crowd
I hang...
#CallToAction
#identity
#myself #power
#myself #power
74 reads
6 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 10:23pm
25th Mar 2025 10:23pm
Goodbye DUP
It’s been almost 8 years since I joined DU.
It’s been almost 8 years since I left my abusive ex-husband.
I had been living with him for 8 years before finding this site.
Finding DU was finding my voice, a voice that had been silenced for so long. I was being tortured, suffering, suicidal, and on the verge of relapsing with self-harm.
The community here saw my pain bleeding onto the page, and you came to support and uplift me. More than that, you all saw my potential, and encouraged me to overcome great feats.
There will never be another...
It’s been almost 8 years since I left my abusive ex-husband.
I had been living with him for 8 years before finding this site.
Finding DU was finding my voice, a voice that had been silenced for so long. I was being tortured, suffering, suicidal, and on the verge of relapsing with self-harm.
The community here saw my pain bleeding onto the page, and you came to support and uplift me. More than that, you all saw my potential, and encouraged me to overcome great feats.
There will never be another...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#FeelingLost
#grief
#identity
#nostalgia
110 reads
4 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 8:42pm
25th Mar 2025 8:42pm
Success Failure Squeaky Door
Fixed a squeaky door
WD40
Expect the squeak anyway
Somewhat disappointed
Success
Failure too
WD40
Expect the squeak anyway
Somewhat disappointed
Success
Failure too
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#SelfDiscovery
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
100 reads
22 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
24th Mar 2025 11:59pm
24th Mar 2025 11:59pm
I trust it, you hate it
I abused you when I had the time
Never saw it on your face
Reconstruction in your own words
I didn't mind, no I'm not a head case
Such good times looking into your eyes
Your beauty screams pain, I know that your mine
Becoming sober was your mistake
There's nothing left for you here
I trust it, you hate it
Nightmares heal, reality is fear
I long to hear you kill your lies
Now I feel so haunted as I search for
Any excuse that will ease my mind
Love till death, unusable whore
Never saw it on your face
Reconstruction in your own words
I didn't mind, no I'm not a head case
Such good times looking into your eyes
Your beauty screams pain, I know that your mine
Becoming sober was your mistake
There's nothing left for you here
I trust it, you hate it
Nightmares heal, reality is fear
I long to hear you kill your lies
Now I feel so haunted as I search for
Any excuse that will ease my mind
Love till death, unusable whore
#abuse
#identity
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#suffering
103 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 21st Mar 2025 5:25am
26th Jul 2021 10:31pm
26th Jul 2021 10:31pm
Intelligence
Intelligence
#identity
#sensual
#sexy
1607 reads
16 Comments
Songbird83
Steven W.
Steven W.
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 3:32am
21st Mar 2025 3:32am
Can't Remember
My blood soaked plan to bury the mistakes I’ve made
Has fallen through the cracks in the floor because I’ve changed
-So much that I can’t remember
What I am supposed to be
So much that I don’t remember
Who I am supposed to be- (Chorus)
The time I’ve spent retracing my steps has been
A waste of time, it seems this pain will never end
And I cannot mend
Because I have changed
-Chorus-
How am I supposed to be
The man I need to be
When all I ever see
Is how cold I can be
I’ve changed –...
Has fallen through the cracks in the floor because I’ve changed
-So much that I can’t remember
What I am supposed to be
So much that I don’t remember
Who I am supposed to be- (Chorus)
The time I’ve spent retracing my steps has been
A waste of time, it seems this pain will never end
And I cannot mend
Because I have changed
-Chorus-
How am I supposed to be
The man I need to be
When all I ever see
Is how cold I can be
I’ve changed –...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#lyrics
#myself
#SelfWorth
81 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
19th Mar 2025 8:27pm
19th Mar 2025 8:27pm
A Bunch of Brady's
Am I Greg, Peter, Bobby, Marsha, Jan or Cindy?
Maybe I'm Carol, Mike or Alice.
They all seem friendly, they all have demons.
I heard that Greg was fucking Marsha & Carol.
Maybe.
I know I was.
I met Bobby numerous times at the strip club,
Never figured he was such a horn ball.
That's ok, so am I.
I'd rather hangout and talk to Jan,
She's my kind of people.
A little flaky and delusional.
But who cares, so am I.
I'm tired of telling Mike that I'm not gay
He means well but I'm not interested.
Cindy & Peter need to...
Maybe I'm Carol, Mike or Alice.
They all seem friendly, they all have demons.
I heard that Greg was fucking Marsha & Carol.
Maybe.
I know I was.
I met Bobby numerous times at the strip club,
Never figured he was such a horn ball.
That's ok, so am I.
I'd rather hangout and talk to Jan,
She's my kind of people.
A little flaky and delusional.
But who cares, so am I.
I'm tired of telling Mike that I'm not gay
He means well but I'm not interested.
Cindy & Peter need to...
#dreams
#identity
#loneliness
#myself
#PopCulture
124 reads
16 Comments
Hatful-of-Hollow
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 2:27pm
17th Mar 2025 2:27pm
the midday sun burns brightest, but the midnight sun burns longest
vizmidday
#identity
83 reads
0 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 17th Mar 2025 5:17am
8th Jun 2020 5:44am
8th Jun 2020 5:44am
Moral Compass
Moral Compass
#hope
#identity
#morality
2287 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 2:01pm
10th Mar 2025 2:01pm
Inspirational Incubus
If I were the muse
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination ...
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination ...
#fall
#identity
#inspirational
#luck
#mirror
107 reads
6 Comments
Duice
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 1:31pm
8th Mar 2025 1:31pm
Smolder
That OCD sly stone look on my face
is the armor brick in my heart
no pebble filter to what empaths bring
Listen to logic to comprehend not inferred fracture
sculpted vibration of a baritone
past-explosive BEAST king
That’s knowledge rumbled slow boiling
volcanic stirred to epiphany
elusive c/o/n/-fused delay to react
Core touch on low pitch growl
in lava crawl to docile hairs in ovation
erect on nape back
Chip off the block erupted sculpted mane
coarse knotty dread
prickly quills defend to enforce...
is the armor brick in my heart
no pebble filter to what empaths bring
Listen to logic to comprehend not inferred fracture
sculpted vibration of a baritone
past-explosive BEAST king
That’s knowledge rumbled slow boiling
volcanic stirred to epiphany
elusive c/o/n/-fused delay to react
Core touch on low pitch growl
in lava crawl to docile hairs in ovation
erect on nape back
Chip off the block erupted sculpted mane
coarse knotty dread
prickly quills defend to enforce...
#identity
#men
#mirror
#myself
#tolerance
112 reads
2 Comments
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