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.
WilliamEdwardNight
Poem Published
16th Nov 2021 9:30pm
16th Nov 2021 9:30pm
An Imitation Of A Shakespearian Sonnet
A coffin is a bland repose
It leads us to what heaven knows
And all that sunlight rising makes
Ponders then serenity
It leads us to what heaven knows
And all that sunlight rising makes
Ponders then serenity
#identity
#EmilyDickinson
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Elenore
Poem Published
16th Nov 2021 7:25pm
16th Nov 2021 7:25pm
My Heart's Passion
The light dimmed and the dark solemn moment turned cold.
I began the all familiar fight or flight panic mode.
It confidently sets in as I begin to sweat.
The volume inside my head was increasing and something prompted my vulnerability.
It was just a suggestion.
I ignored it.
A light begins to shine within my heightened awareness.
It is growth’s evolution and I'm better for knowing.
My passion prowls the halls looking for it's longing.
No one can replace their own...
I began the all familiar fight or flight panic mode.
It confidently sets in as I begin to sweat.
The volume inside my head was increasing and something prompted my vulnerability.
It was just a suggestion.
I ignored it.
A light begins to shine within my heightened awareness.
It is growth’s evolution and I'm better for knowing.
My passion prowls the halls looking for it's longing.
No one can replace their own...
#identity
#SelfReflection
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deannadellia
Poem Published
15th Nov 2021 7:01pm
15th Nov 2021 7:01pm
Artist
Those whom are easily liked by everyone
will seldom be loved deeply by anyone
Maybe some people the world belongs to
while other people belong to the world
I’ve accepted my fate
The girl who no one understands
The witch who burns in the sun
Fated to lie in the middle of the ocean
singing a siren’s song for eternity
I wonder if anyone will ever hear it
I wonder if it will have been worth it
To create art that no one will admire
to help those who will never care
Should I have tried harder to be normal?
Picking my...
will seldom be loved deeply by anyone
Maybe some people the world belongs to
while other people belong to the world
I’ve accepted my fate
The girl who no one understands
The witch who burns in the sun
Fated to lie in the middle of the ocean
singing a siren’s song for eternity
I wonder if anyone will ever hear it
I wonder if it will have been worth it
To create art that no one will admire
to help those who will never care
Should I have tried harder to be normal?
Picking my...
#depression
#dark
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#art
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
15th Nov 2021 3:55am
15th Nov 2021 3:55am
fools gold
I went to search for
that gold at the
end of the rainbow,
it was a long and
dangerous
journey.
I never found that
pot of gold,
I found something
better...
myself.
that gold at the
end of the rainbow,
it was a long and
dangerous
journey.
I never found that
pot of gold,
I found something
better...
myself.
#identity
#acceptance
#SelfDiscovery
#choices
#LGBT
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
14th Nov 2021 9:56am
14th Nov 2021 9:56am
Intrigue
Do these words I write
shed a dim light
upon me...
what you think you see
Dark olive skin
so practiced in sin
longing for touch
while hinting so much
For lips can do more
whisper what's in store
recite enticing verse
cast a seductive curse
Leading you by the line
until you become mine
reading each word
with all that is assured
Tying tight each knot
in just the right spot
while my fingers roam
so deft across the poem
shed a dim light
upon me...
what you think you see
Dark olive skin
so practiced in sin
longing for touch
while hinting so much
For lips can do more
whisper what's in store
recite enticing verse
cast a seductive curse
Leading you by the line
until you become mine
reading each word
with all that is assured
Tying tight each knot
in just the right spot
while my fingers roam
so deft across the poem
#identity
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#sensual
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
13th Nov 2021 8:20pm
13th Nov 2021 8:20pm
Unless I go blind
Is it eyes that the first instance gifted?
Or it was a vision percieving itself solely...
In front, a Flame Imperishable shifted
and twisted its unknownness how... holily?
There is a spark in it, causing benediction.
Otherwise it wouldn't have a starting point..
It would be a ghostly unachieved prediction
that the Fourth attempt would disappoint.
Isn't our God the fourth attempt?
The Trinity that we rever like love,
the very own immortality, exempt
from death of falling apart, unworthy of.
Isn't it a paradox? ...
Or it was a vision percieving itself solely...
In front, a Flame Imperishable shifted
and twisted its unknownness how... holily?
There is a spark in it, causing benediction.
Otherwise it wouldn't have a starting point..
It would be a ghostly unachieved prediction
that the Fourth attempt would disappoint.
Isn't our God the fourth attempt?
The Trinity that we rever like love,
the very own immortality, exempt
from death of falling apart, unworthy of.
Isn't it a paradox? ...
#identity
#science
#God
#astronomy
#JRRTolkien
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personanongrata
Astral Gift
Astral Gift
Poem Published
13th Nov 2021 6:34pm
13th Nov 2021 6:34pm
Welcome to the show: Muerta
38 circles around the sun…
But the age in me feels older than the sun itself.
Its shine cannot illuminate the darkness of my soul.
The depth of my pain goes deeper than my most suppressed feelings.
My emotional body seems hollower than the emptiness of space.
Fragments of mine abuse every effort of my essence self to survive and thrive, they smile devilishly and satisfied with my inability to take control.
They want me dead. For death is the only way to accept this futility of not being born in another body, of not having another kind of life, another family,...
But the age in me feels older than the sun itself.
Its shine cannot illuminate the darkness of my soul.
The depth of my pain goes deeper than my most suppressed feelings.
My emotional body seems hollower than the emptiness of space.
Fragments of mine abuse every effort of my essence self to survive and thrive, they smile devilishly and satisfied with my inability to take control.
They want me dead. For death is the only way to accept this futility of not being born in another body, of not having another kind of life, another family,...
#identity
#death
#suicide
#shadows
#despair
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CosiestPrism273
Poem Published
13th Nov 2021 7:47am
13th Nov 2021 7:47am
Passion
I stopped writing because I lost passion
Lost belief in all my actions
I tried to make a statement
But this fear is everlasting
So much has held me back
Its hard to stay intact
For the ropes are tied around me
And its hard to stay compact
This truth i am confessing
My soul i am expressing
Trying to find a way out
But all this shit is so depressing
So many who misinterpret
I try to ride the circuit
But crash and burn
I question whether it's worth it
I love getting my thoughts out ...
Lost belief in all my actions
I tried to make a statement
But this fear is everlasting
So much has held me back
Its hard to stay intact
For the ropes are tied around me
And its hard to stay compact
This truth i am confessing
My soul i am expressing
Trying to find a way out
But all this shit is so depressing
So many who misinterpret
I try to ride the circuit
But crash and burn
I question whether it's worth it
I love getting my thoughts out ...
#identity
#MyInspiration
#myself
#FeelingLost
#emotional
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cabcool
Poem Published
12th Nov 2021 00:17am
12th Nov 2021 00:17am
in perpetuity
“If thou art rich, thou art poor; for, like an ass, whose back with
ingots bows, thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey, and
death unloads thee.”—William Shakespeare
to know the right and yet do wrong
differs the weak man from the strong.
cleaving the dark and slighting light
homages error over right.
loathing to love and loving hate
martyrs the stranger at your gate.
pursuits of plunder and of war
fashions of peace a deadly scar.
injustice rules where virtue begs;
rich men piss wine, poor men drink dregs.
the...
ingots bows, thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey, and
death unloads thee.”—William Shakespeare
to know the right and yet do wrong
differs the weak man from the strong.
cleaving the dark and slighting light
homages error over right.
loathing to love and loving hate
martyrs the stranger at your gate.
pursuits of plunder and of war
fashions of peace a deadly scar.
injustice rules where virtue begs;
rich men piss wine, poor men drink dregs.
the...
#corruption
#identity
#inequality #morality
#inequality #morality
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
10th Nov 2021 11:07pm
10th Nov 2021 11:07pm
GLUT (6-16-2011, 8:00pm, Palm Springs, California)
i look around me here
in these five rooms
i presently call my home
and all i see
everywhere around me
inside these lifeless
geometric three d walls
is a glut of stuff
ive found
been gifted
or bought
which ive
accumulatively
acquired
over my journeys years
that deeply resonate
with me
naturally
mystically
aesthetically
emotionally
psychologically ...
in these five rooms
i presently call my home
and all i see
everywhere around me
inside these lifeless
geometric three d walls
is a glut of stuff
ive found
been gifted
or bought
which ive
accumulatively
acquired
over my journeys years
that deeply resonate
with me
naturally
mystically
aesthetically
emotionally
psychologically ...
#identity
#confusion
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
#choices
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1 Comment
personanongrata
Astral Gift
Astral Gift
Poem Published
10th Nov 2021 6:00am
10th Nov 2021 6:00am
I hate myself and I want to die
Live each day as if it is your last one
Because it is
Burry sadness in a field of rotten skulls and anhedonia
And call it bliss
Call my unicorns to fail, fear my unshown emotion
Maybe I should just pretend I am fine
Never have I been so close to death
My ego wants me to go down with it
Why should I resist or rest?
All is a reflection
I hate myself and myself hates me
This hatred is my legacy
I’m so tired on this fucking stage
I visualize I stab my chest
My energy is leaving my body
Farewell!
Because it is
Burry sadness in a field of rotten skulls and anhedonia
And call it bliss
Call my unicorns to fail, fear my unshown emotion
Maybe I should just pretend I am fine
Never have I been so close to death
My ego wants me to go down with it
Why should I resist or rest?
All is a reflection
I hate myself and myself hates me
This hatred is my legacy
I’m so tired on this fucking stage
I visualize I stab my chest
My energy is leaving my body
Farewell!
#dark
#identity
#death
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
8th Nov 2021 4:52am
8th Nov 2021 4:52am
Is There A Doctor In The House With Some IcyHot
I am so achingly sore, and stiff.. my feet feel like they have been raked over hot coals. IcyHot has been my friend since I woke up an hour ago. Running through five boroughs of New York is exciting, when not met with blaring horns and congested traffic. Prior to the marathon, I met so many marathon participants, policemen, returning participates, a handsome man who was a paraplegic and was competing in the wheelchair route, the passion in his eyes told me he this was not his first marathon.
There were so many registered runners, I was inquiring several as to what prompted...
There were so many registered runners, I was inquiring several as to what prompted...
#identity
#SelfReflection
#passion
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