Popular Poems About Identity
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Popular poems about identity. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
I Do Not Agree With Reality
I am alive.
Open my body, what do you find?
Periods and question marks.
A useless hide.
A meat sack of trivial answers and lies.
Locks of hair entangling my mind.
Wading through emotional turmoil tides.
Combing through the who's and why's.
Leaving all of reality behind.
I'm just a cunt. Some useless meat.
Come prize me as your specialty.
I'll give you your dose of prime protein.
And fatten you with psychological schemes.
Keep me alive in your dreams.
Keep me close, don't try to hide.
Keep me wet,...
Open my body, what do you find?
Periods and question marks.
A useless hide.
A meat sack of trivial answers and lies.
Locks of hair entangling my mind.
Wading through emotional turmoil tides.
Combing through the who's and why's.
Leaving all of reality behind.
I'm just a cunt. Some useless meat.
Come prize me as your specialty.
I'll give you your dose of prime protein.
And fatten you with psychological schemes.
Keep me alive in your dreams.
Keep me close, don't try to hide.
Keep me wet,...
#dark
#identity
#mystery #TruthOfLife
#mystery #TruthOfLife
133 reads
38 Comments
Too much, not enough ?
When to say too much
When to say not enough
I always say too much
Except when I want to say
EVEN MORE
Like right now
When to say not enough
I always say too much
Except when I want to say
EVEN MORE
Like right now
#identity
#minimalist
#PowerOfWords
155 reads
26 Comments
Self Portrait Unknown Artist
Calling card
Lips
Shadow beard
Abstraction
Other face parts
Donated to charity
Lips
Shadow beard
Abstraction
Other face parts
Donated to charity
#art
#identity
#minimalist #mystery
#minimalist #mystery
108 reads
21 Comments
Now That I'm Forty
Imperfection is beautiful.
I will not detest my body.
These curves define my landscape,
a terrain naturally sculpted
with bulges pleasing to the touch.
My flesh and bone are a diary of existence,
each year etching its tale.
Time, that relentless artist,
sculpts on without pause.
This body—a marvel,
a wild, unfathomable miracle—is mine.
With hands, heart, and sinew,
I stretch into the world
as a giver, a healer,
soil for sowing comfort and joy.
I spread my legs as a...
I will not detest my body.
These curves define my landscape,
a terrain naturally sculpted
with bulges pleasing to the touch.
My flesh and bone are a diary of existence,
each year etching its tale.
Time, that relentless artist,
sculpts on without pause.
This body—a marvel,
a wild, unfathomable miracle—is mine.
With hands, heart, and sinew,
I stretch into the world
as a giver, a healer,
soil for sowing comfort and joy.
I spread my legs as a...
#identity
#passion
#sex
177 reads
5 Comments
Extreme Little Big Man Syndrome
Here comes the little man
He's really fucking short
Bitter from an early age
Wasn't born a midget or even a dwarf
Never liked having to look up
Every time he needed to speak
They assumed he was an overgrown kid
He's about the height of someone's ass cheeks
Angry little man takes revenge
On the world that wronged him
Doesn't like the short jokes
Wished often for longer limbs
One day while working at his menial job
He snapped and kidnaps the secretary
A fairly attractive woman
Ties her up, gags her, oh...
He's really fucking short
Bitter from an early age
Wasn't born a midget or even a dwarf
Never liked having to look up
Every time he needed to speak
They assumed he was an overgrown kid
He's about the height of someone's ass cheeks
Angry little man takes revenge
On the world that wronged him
Doesn't like the short jokes
Wished often for longer limbs
One day while working at his menial job
He snapped and kidnaps the secretary
A fairly attractive woman
Ties her up, gags her, oh...
#anger
#funny
#identity
#MentalHealth
#rhyming
73 reads
11 Comments
Collage YO New Art Entry
Collage
Defines me
Pieces of dreams
Word speak
Color
Box Heads
Fun
No politics
Sexy sometimes
Mood
Always …
Defines me
Pieces of dreams
Word speak
Color
Box Heads
Fun
No politics
Sexy sometimes
Mood
Always …
#art
#emotions
#identity
#myself
#risk
81 reads
12 Comments
One is darkness, One is light
When I am waking up, I am still asleep
My eyes are open, although my eyes are closed
I arise and wonder who will I be today?
Maybe I will be the one I am, or the one I am?
I am two but there is just one soul
Just one heart to supply us both
I don’t know who I really am
All I know is that I will always change
One is calm, the other's wild
We both have dreams and things undone
Now you see me now you don't
I am a human chameleon
It's hard to find a friend
That can cope with what I am
One day every mothers...
My eyes are open, although my eyes are closed
I arise and wonder who will I be today?
Maybe I will be the one I am, or the one I am?
I am two but there is just one soul
Just one heart to supply us both
I don’t know who I really am
All I know is that I will always change
One is calm, the other's wild
We both have dreams and things undone
Now you see me now you don't
I am a human chameleon
It's hard to find a friend
That can cope with what I am
One day every mothers...
#dark
#identity
#kindness
#loneliness
#MentalHealth
65 reads
8 Comments
Time
As my mind traces back
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 expire
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 expire
#death
#identity
#memories
67 reads
11 Comments
A New Bag
A new bag of interest chewing on my taste buds
Letting my hair down in poetic darkness
In search of older women who dig Arbuckle
And chicken noodle soup and making love
At sundown and listening to Porter Wagoner
Drinking Budweiser from a tin can
Letting my hair down in poetic darkness
In search of older women who dig Arbuckle
And chicken noodle soup and making love
At sundown and listening to Porter Wagoner
Drinking Budweiser from a tin can
#identity
#philosophical
57 reads
4 Comments
Autism Alphabet: Shelf Marked Identity
categorized ~ like
a library book ~ with an
identifying code
a library book ~ with an
identifying code
#Autism
#disability
#identity #senryu
#identity #senryu
95 reads
6 Comments
Art
Art
Let me explain
It's not about a series of words scribbled on a page.
Or
Paint splattered canvas , graphite sketch images
A series of sounds made by any variety of instruments.
Art is more than all that .
It is about expressing the emotions most people bury deep inside of their souls , the love the suffering , the joy and pain that scratches from the darkest reaches within you heart , cracking thru your rib bones and organs just to tell the world a little piece of the puzzle ,
That
Is
You
...
Let me explain
It's not about a series of words scribbled on a page.
Or
Paint splattered canvas , graphite sketch images
A series of sounds made by any variety of instruments.
Art is more than all that .
It is about expressing the emotions most people bury deep inside of their souls , the love the suffering , the joy and pain that scratches from the darkest reaches within you heart , cracking thru your rib bones and organs just to tell the world a little piece of the puzzle ,
That
Is
You
...
#art
#emotions
#identity
#inspirational
#suffering
80 reads
2 Comments
playing within
When the lights are dim
and the crowd’s all gone
keep the game alive
play on and on.
No need for a stage
or a roaring cheer
the heart of the game
is always here.
In the silence,
moves are made
passes thrown
in a hidden parade.
Invisible victories
unseen sweat
chasing dreams
with no regret.
Under the stars
with no eyes to see.
The spirit of play runs
wild and free.
Every shot a whisper
every goal a ghost.
In the quiet night
you’re playing the...
and the crowd’s all gone
keep the game alive
play on and on.
No need for a stage
or a roaring cheer
the heart of the game
is always here.
In the silence,
moves are made
passes thrown
in a hidden parade.
Invisible victories
unseen sweat
chasing dreams
with no regret.
Under the stars
with no eyes to see.
The spirit of play runs
wild and free.
Every shot a whisper
every goal a ghost.
In the quiet night
you’re playing the...
#fire
#identity
#silence
#water
#WritingPoetry
43 reads
6 Comments
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