Poems About Identity Published by Members Recently Online
#identity
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
17th Jul 2024 10:25pm
17th Jul 2024 10:25pm
Litmus Don
Good folks have wondered long and hard...
"Why does god give us evil men?"
Like a wealthy social retard
who cannot quit his tyrant yen
which savvy youngsters know as cringe
and older folks know this as well
but use the phrase..."lunatic fringe",
mixed now with VonShitzinpant smell
(no litmus needed to detect).
But what of the sycophant strain
such despots are bound to collect?
How do we tell dude boon from bane?
It's by all of their Old Glory swag
that we know that they've sold out our...
"Why does god give us evil men?"
Like a wealthy social retard
who cannot quit his tyrant yen
which savvy youngsters know as cringe
and older folks know this as well
but use the phrase..."lunatic fringe",
mixed now with VonShitzinpant smell
(no litmus needed to detect).
But what of the sycophant strain
such despots are bound to collect?
How do we tell dude boon from bane?
It's by all of their Old Glory swag
that we know that they've sold out our...
#identity
241 reads
3 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Poem Published
20th May 2024 11:59pm
20th May 2024 11:59pm
Abinger Hammer
My heart belongs in Abinger Hammer -
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#hope
#identity
617 reads
29 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Poem Published
20th May 2024 11:59pm
20th May 2024 11:59pm
Abinger Hammer
My heart belongs in Abinger Hammer -
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#hope
#identity
617 reads
29 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Poem Published
20th May 2024 11:59pm
20th May 2024 11:59pm
Abinger Hammer
My heart belongs in Abinger Hammer -
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#hope
#identity
617 reads
29 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Poem Published
20th May 2024 11:59pm
20th May 2024 11:59pm
Abinger Hammer
My heart belongs in Abinger Hammer -
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#hope
#identity
617 reads
29 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Poem Published
20th May 2024 11:59pm
20th May 2024 11:59pm
Abinger Hammer
My heart belongs in Abinger Hammer -
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#hope
#identity
617 reads
29 Comments
mysteriouslady
Poem Published
24th Jan 2024 00:39am
24th Jan 2024 00:39am
Me 2024
New book
unwritten pages
memories to come...
in this book, I trust
because Im the mother fucking author.....
unwritten pages
memories to come...
in this book, I trust
because Im the mother fucking author.....
#identity
260 reads
17 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 4:06pm
7th Jan 2025 4:06pm
The Sims
You are the layers of programming.
Let me uncover you.
Dress you up with godly herbs.
Marinated in a stew.
Throw you out to the ducks.
A cage of constant poo.
I'm programming these useless fucks.
That's all I wanna do.
Now play my game, no, don't give up.
This program isn't through.
These triple 7's are out of luck,
If they don't follow suit.
Let me uncover you.
Dress you up with godly herbs.
Marinated in a stew.
Throw you out to the ducks.
A cage of constant poo.
I'm programming these useless fucks.
That's all I wanna do.
Now play my game, no, don't give up.
This program isn't through.
These triple 7's are out of luck,
If they don't follow suit.
#identity
94 reads
18 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
The Carbon Family Picnic
The Carbon Clan's
Autumn Harvest
Cornucopia
At Evergreen Meadow,
Chapter 1
The air shimmered with a crisp, autumnal chill. It was the eve of the harvest moon, a night of abundance and gratitude, when the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place to celebrate the year's bounty. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional gathering spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm, golden smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family,...
Autumn Harvest
Cornucopia
At Evergreen Meadow,
Chapter 1
The air shimmered with a crisp, autumnal chill. It was the eve of the harvest moon, a night of abundance and gratitude, when the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place to celebrate the year's bounty. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional gathering spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm, golden smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family,...
#art
#countryside
#identity
#nature
#relationships
126 reads
1 Comment
Pishashee
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
The Carbon Family Picnic
The Carbon Clan's
Autumn Harvest
Cornucopia
At Evergreen Meadow,
Chapter 1
The air shimmered with a crisp, autumnal chill. It was the eve of the harvest moon, a night of abundance and gratitude, when the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place to celebrate the year's bounty. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional gathering spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm, golden smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family,...
Autumn Harvest
Cornucopia
At Evergreen Meadow,
Chapter 1
The air shimmered with a crisp, autumnal chill. It was the eve of the harvest moon, a night of abundance and gratitude, when the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place to celebrate the year's bounty. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional gathering spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm, golden smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family,...
#art
#countryside
#identity
#nature
#relationships
126 reads
1 Comment
Pishashee
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
The Carbon Family Picnic
The Carbon Clan's
Autumn Harvest
Cornucopia
At Evergreen Meadow,
Chapter 1
The air shimmered with a crisp, autumnal chill. It was the eve of the harvest moon, a night of abundance and gratitude, when the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place to celebrate the year's bounty. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional gathering spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm, golden smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family,...
Autumn Harvest
Cornucopia
At Evergreen Meadow,
Chapter 1
The air shimmered with a crisp, autumnal chill. It was the eve of the harvest moon, a night of abundance and gratitude, when the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place to celebrate the year's bounty. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional gathering spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm, golden smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family,...
#art
#countryside
#identity
#nature
#relationships
126 reads
1 Comment
Pishashee
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
The Carbon Family Picnic
The Carbon Clan's
Autumn Harvest
Cornucopia
At Evergreen Meadow,
Chapter 1
The air shimmered with a crisp, autumnal chill. It was the eve of the harvest moon, a night of abundance and gratitude, when the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place to celebrate the year's bounty. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional gathering spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm, golden smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family,...
Autumn Harvest
Cornucopia
At Evergreen Meadow,
Chapter 1
The air shimmered with a crisp, autumnal chill. It was the eve of the harvest moon, a night of abundance and gratitude, when the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place to celebrate the year's bounty. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional gathering spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm, golden smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family,...
#art
#countryside
#identity
#nature
#relationships
126 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Poems About Identity Published by Members Recently Online
