Popular Poems About Identity
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Popular poems about identity. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
Collage - A New Calling
Pieces
Scraps
Cutoffs
Electric Bill Envelope
Blue boxes
Anything and everything
No rules
A journey to places unknown
Landscape
Art sake
My take
Scraps
Cutoffs
Electric Bill Envelope
Blue boxes
Anything and everything
No rules
A journey to places unknown
Landscape
Art sake
My take
#identity
#motivational
#inspirational
#uplifting
#art
102 reads
28 Comments
I Write
Because I can
Because a neurological condition prevents me from articulating my thoughts correctly
And
Because I have words
Not always the most eloquent
But they exist
When for so long
They didn’t
Thoughts need an escape route
So you don’t end up
Locked in a cage
Of never ending turmoil
I write
Because I can
Because a neurological condition prevents me from articulating my thoughts correctly
And
Because I have words
Not always the most eloquent
But they exist
When for so long
They didn’t
Thoughts need an escape route
So you don’t end up
Locked in a cage
Of never ending turmoil
I write
Because I can
#identity
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#illness
#WritingPoetry
163 reads
Glass Box
the womb of the
woman who gave
birth to me was
brutally cut open
with a knife scary
hands wrapped
in plastic pulled
me out suddenly
& put me in a box
...made of glass
it's said it feels
like an invasion
creating a sense
of unsafety for the
...harmless baby
reading about it
it all made sense
the nightmares i
had as a child of
being put in a box
and thrown into the
water or left behind
in a burning forest
...in a...
woman who gave
birth to me was
brutally cut open
with a knife scary
hands wrapped
in plastic pulled
me out suddenly
& put me in a box
...made of glass
it's said it feels
like an invasion
creating a sense
of unsafety for the
...harmless baby
reading about it
it all made sense
the nightmares i
had as a child of
being put in a box
and thrown into the
water or left behind
in a burning forest
...in a...
#birth
#identity
106 reads
16 Comments
For Those Who’ve Never Been Beautiful
There may be a place
for faces like ours,
even if not on a television screen.
The boys and girls born to be seen
are not our milieu,
but in the wafting grasses of the night
a flower grows that’s just for us,
the petals prised apart
by careful hands of rain,
its scent dispersed like new gossip.
I’ve always been an ugly one.
Legs like tree trunks, chipped tooth,
a fleshy and amorphous face.
But in the sprawling human race
we are at least unique.
for faces like ours,
even if not on a television screen.
The boys and girls born to be seen
are not our milieu,
but in the wafting grasses of the night
a flower grows that’s just for us,
the petals prised apart
by careful hands of rain,
its scent dispersed like new gossip.
I’ve always been an ugly one.
Legs like tree trunks, chipped tooth,
a fleshy and amorphous face.
But in the sprawling human race
we are at least unique.
#identity
#beauty
103 reads
6 Comments
A Shadow
Haunted by a dark shiver,
that creeps like a shadow's quiver.
A blackening cold
spreading upon my bones.
Confronted by the raw dank,
invasive thoughts of the unknown.
Hope is seen gaunt wandering my halls.
That despair is desperate to taint.
But strength has heard the ancient call.
The brightest gold sun shines
through the shriveled berry branches.
Blessed with newborn tiny blossom enhancements.
Away from the chaotic complexity of
the dark thought's advancement.
For when a shadow exists
that belongs to no sun....
that creeps like a shadow's quiver.
A blackening cold
spreading upon my bones.
Confronted by the raw dank,
invasive thoughts of the unknown.
Hope is seen gaunt wandering my halls.
That despair is desperate to taint.
But strength has heard the ancient call.
The brightest gold sun shines
through the shriveled berry branches.
Blessed with newborn tiny blossom enhancements.
Away from the chaotic complexity of
the dark thought's advancement.
For when a shadow exists
that belongs to no sun....
#strength
#identity
#spring #shadows
#spring #shadows
70 reads
14 Comments
around and around
around
and around
this world
she goes,
clear
locations
outside
her windows,
a simple
promise
she makes
to herself,
she holds
them close
in
her hands,
blessed by
the truth,
and
the chance
to share
her talent,
herself.
and around
this world
she goes,
clear
locations
outside
her windows,
a simple
promise
she makes
to herself,
she holds
them close
in
her hands,
blessed by
the truth,
and
the chance
to share
her talent,
herself.
#identity
#travel
#freedom
#art
#culture
71 reads
6 Comments
Collage 8808438
Parts and labor
Artist
Recycled big box store carton
Glue and application
Gritty
Small space decor
One off
Pleasing to create …
Artist
Recycled big box store carton
Glue and application
Gritty
Small space decor
One off
Pleasing to create …
#identity
#inspirational
#art
57 reads
14 Comments
Regnum Hominis
The boastful will not admit it
but they fall from grace all the time
to show the obverse of sublime
with one more apoplectic fit,
most wisely seen from well afar
when they preach to the simping twit
of vanity mixed with YouTube grit
(or something even more bizarre)
to sell the rubes some shoes of gold
so they as well might be the king
of ersatz new instead of old,
or stock shares of some trending thing
which they can rule right away...
with Midas glitter hell to pay.
but they fall from grace all the time
to show the obverse of sublime
with one more apoplectic fit,
most wisely seen from well afar
when they preach to the simping twit
of vanity mixed with YouTube grit
(or something even more bizarre)
to sell the rubes some shoes of gold
so they as well might be the king
of ersatz new instead of old,
or stock shares of some trending thing
which they can rule right away...
with Midas glitter hell to pay.
#identity
#politics
#consumerism
#ignorance
#masculinity
133 reads
6 Comments
Who am I?
Who am I?
Am I even me?
Who is the I that asks the question?
Where am I?
Am I even here?
Who is the I who perceives this space?
What am I?
Am I even alive?
Who is the I who creates this reality?
When am I?
Do I even exist?
Who is the I that perceives time?
How am I?
Can this world be true?
Who defines knowledge and who are you?
Am I even me?
Who is the I that asks the question?
Where am I?
Am I even here?
Who is the I who perceives this space?
What am I?
Am I even alive?
Who is the I who creates this reality?
When am I?
Do I even exist?
Who is the I that perceives time?
How am I?
Can this world be true?
Who defines knowledge and who are you?
#identity
#TruthOfLife
#mystery
#magic
#philosophical
34 reads
4 Comments
Being
What does it mean to be beings that are being?
Can a being be being if it’s not being a being?
What IS a being? What IS being?
Are we all beings being? Or are some not so being?
Are we always being being?
Or are we never being being?
To being? Or not to being?
Is what a being being being would say ✨
Can a being be being if it’s not being a being?
What IS a being? What IS being?
Are we all beings being? Or are some not so being?
Are we always being being?
Or are we never being being?
To being? Or not to being?
Is what a being being being would say ✨
#identity
#learning
#philosophical #SelfDiscovery
#philosophical #SelfDiscovery
67 reads
4 Comments
forests
forests,
each tree
proudly as
individuals,
each detailed
within
their own
manners,
each mind
firm,
the place
you remember,
but their
acceptance
to be
something more,
combined,
a community.
each tree
proudly as
individuals,
each detailed
within
their own
manners,
each mind
firm,
the place
you remember,
but their
acceptance
to be
something more,
combined,
a community.
#courage
#friendship
#identity
#culture
#tolerance
58 reads
6 Comments
Prisoner
I am a prisoner of my mind's confine
a captive soul held by an intangible line
my belief's stronghold trapping me
never compromising never free
my beliefs and convictions is a fortress
with rigid walls constructed by thoughts
big and small rocks its foundation
I am a prisoner of my own creation
the chains of character constrict
I cannot cry freedom from idealism
a promise must never be broken
a gift must never be returned
once the red light turn
there will be no return
once the green flickers
there...
a captive soul held by an intangible line
my belief's stronghold trapping me
never compromising never free
my beliefs and convictions is a fortress
with rigid walls constructed by thoughts
big and small rocks its foundation
I am a prisoner of my own creation
the chains of character constrict
I cannot cry freedom from idealism
a promise must never be broken
a gift must never be returned
once the red light turn
there will be no return
once the green flickers
there...
#identity
#WritingPoetry
64 reads
6 Comments
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