Popular Poems About Identity
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Popular poems about identity. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
Lips and Aura … Come Closer Babe
Let’s face it
I got it
You want it
It’s ok
Holidays are almost here
Get the real deal
Accept no substitutes
Free Delivery
I got it
You want it
It’s ok
Holidays are almost here
Get the real deal
Accept no substitutes
Free Delivery
#identity
#men
#myself
#power
#romantic
182 reads
22 Comments
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
163 reads
26 Comments
Collage Art - Not Pretty - What I Do
On purpose
Cut up old paintings
Make collages
This one came out rustic
Added oil pastels
Functional
Not pretty
Life is like that
I’m not pretty anymore
Most parts still working …
Cut up old paintings
Make collages
This one came out rustic
Added oil pastels
Functional
Not pretty
Life is like that
I’m not pretty anymore
Most parts still working …
#art
#confessional
#identity
#PopCulture
#SelfWorth
134 reads
26 Comments
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
64 reads
15 Comments
The Rotten Tree
what i carry
behind the veil
is more
a silent wail
of known despair
a mind
beyond repair
inside judge and jury
all thoughts
like puree
rattling of
old bones
glass shattered
by stones
one sided
conversations
about destroying
creation
no tears shed
for the darkness
in my head
ring that
leper bell
welcome
back hell
see what's
become of me
a rotten tree
behind the veil
is more
a silent wail
of known despair
a mind
beyond repair
inside judge and jury
all thoughts
like puree
rattling of
old bones
glass shattered
by stones
one sided
conversations
about destroying
creation
no tears shed
for the darkness
in my head
ring that
leper bell
welcome
back hell
see what's
become of me
a rotten tree
#identity
#MentalHealth
#SelfWorth
59 reads
9 Comments
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
76 reads
12 Comments
homeless
the night's
cold is
apparently
unaware
of what
it is
doing
to me,
it is
creeping
onto
my skin,
finding
its way
to
my bones,
and by
morning,
i may be
as cold
as the
night was,
unless the
sun can
save me.
cold is
apparently
unaware
of what
it is
doing
to me,
it is
creeping
onto
my skin,
finding
its way
to
my bones,
and by
morning,
i may be
as cold
as the
night was,
unless the
sun can
save me.
#culture
#homelessness
#identity
#ignorance
#politics
81 reads
15 Comments
#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
62 reads
8 Comments
The Ink Stained Mirror
self critical poet
writing mediocre poetry
never be published
writing mediocre poetry
never be published
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#senryu #WritingPoetry
#senryu #WritingPoetry
65 reads
6 Comments
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
66 reads
8 Comments
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
69 reads
8 Comments
Characters in my story... TheOralizer
Your hieroglyphic ideographic writing,
minted in gold on bare stone,
It is a spectacle of ancient elegance
and timeless majesty.
Each symbol, meticulously engraved,
shines with a golden light that contrasts
with the austere coldness of stone.
The lines and curves of hieroglyphs
capture an ethereal beauty,
while the precision of art
is a testament to the skill
and dedication required to create such work.
The gold, shining and pure,
gives a feeling of opulence and solemnity,
transforming...
minted in gold on bare stone,
It is a spectacle of ancient elegance
and timeless majesty.
Each symbol, meticulously engraved,
shines with a golden light that contrasts
with the austere coldness of stone.
The lines and curves of hieroglyphs
capture an ethereal beauty,
while the precision of art
is a testament to the skill
and dedication required to create such work.
The gold, shining and pure,
gives a feeling of opulence and solemnity,
transforming...
#confessional
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
51 reads
8 Comments
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