Poems About Identity Published by Members Recently Online
#identity
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
5th May 2024 5:20pm
5th May 2024 5:20pm
Paths Of Inspiration And Guidance
What am I...
Who am I...
Why would I myself wonder and ask
Don’t I know that one dwelling in me
The one in the mirror gazing at me
That one in complexions
Resembling me
In reflections
You have to see me
*****
When asked to myself present
Waiting and pondering to no end
How would I myself define
Is it what I do occupy
And my worth certify
Would that just be fine
Or shall I add the thoughts and visions
that feed what I see and envision
Consider the...
Who am I...
Why would I myself wonder and ask
Don’t I know that one dwelling in me
The one in the mirror gazing at me
That one in complexions
Resembling me
In reflections
You have to see me
*****
When asked to myself present
Waiting and pondering to no end
How would I myself define
Is it what I do occupy
And my worth certify
Would that just be fine
Or shall I add the thoughts and visions
that feed what I see and envision
Consider the...
#admiration
#emotions
#gratitude
#respect
#identity
258 reads
8 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
5th May 2024 5:20pm
5th May 2024 5:20pm
Paths Of Inspiration And Guidance
What am I...
Who am I...
Why would I myself wonder and ask
Don’t I know that one dwelling in me
The one in the mirror gazing at me
That one in complexions
Resembling me
In reflections
You have to see me
*****
When asked to myself present
Waiting and pondering to no end
How would I myself define
Is it what I do occupy
And my worth certify
Would that just be fine
Or shall I add the thoughts and visions
that feed what I see and envision
Consider the...
Who am I...
Why would I myself wonder and ask
Don’t I know that one dwelling in me
The one in the mirror gazing at me
That one in complexions
Resembling me
In reflections
You have to see me
*****
When asked to myself present
Waiting and pondering to no end
How would I myself define
Is it what I do occupy
And my worth certify
Would that just be fine
Or shall I add the thoughts and visions
that feed what I see and envision
Consider the...
#admiration
#emotions
#gratitude
#respect
#identity
258 reads
8 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
5th May 2024 5:20pm
5th May 2024 5:20pm
Paths Of Inspiration And Guidance
What am I...
Who am I...
Why would I myself wonder and ask
Don’t I know that one dwelling in me
The one in the mirror gazing at me
That one in complexions
Resembling me
In reflections
You have to see me
*****
When asked to myself present
Waiting and pondering to no end
How would I myself define
Is it what I do occupy
And my worth certify
Would that just be fine
Or shall I add the thoughts and visions
that feed what I see and envision
Consider the...
Who am I...
Why would I myself wonder and ask
Don’t I know that one dwelling in me
The one in the mirror gazing at me
That one in complexions
Resembling me
In reflections
You have to see me
*****
When asked to myself present
Waiting and pondering to no end
How would I myself define
Is it what I do occupy
And my worth certify
Would that just be fine
Or shall I add the thoughts and visions
that feed what I see and envision
Consider the...
#admiration
#emotions
#gratitude
#respect
#identity
258 reads
8 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
5th May 2024 5:20pm
5th May 2024 5:20pm
Paths Of Inspiration And Guidance
What am I...
Who am I...
Why would I myself wonder and ask
Don’t I know that one dwelling in me
The one in the mirror gazing at me
That one in complexions
Resembling me
In reflections
You have to see me
*****
When asked to myself present
Waiting and pondering to no end
How would I myself define
Is it what I do occupy
And my worth certify
Would that just be fine
Or shall I add the thoughts and visions
that feed what I see and envision
Consider the...
Who am I...
Why would I myself wonder and ask
Don’t I know that one dwelling in me
The one in the mirror gazing at me
That one in complexions
Resembling me
In reflections
You have to see me
*****
When asked to myself present
Waiting and pondering to no end
How would I myself define
Is it what I do occupy
And my worth certify
Would that just be fine
Or shall I add the thoughts and visions
that feed what I see and envision
Consider the...
#admiration
#emotions
#gratitude
#respect
#identity
258 reads
8 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
5th May 2024 5:20pm
5th May 2024 5:20pm
Paths Of Inspiration And Guidance
What am I...
Who am I...
Why would I myself wonder and ask
Don’t I know that one dwelling in me
The one in the mirror gazing at me
That one in complexions
Resembling me
In reflections
You have to see me
*****
When asked to myself present
Waiting and pondering to no end
How would I myself define
Is it what I do occupy
And my worth certify
Would that just be fine
Or shall I add the thoughts and visions
that feed what I see and envision
Consider the...
Who am I...
Why would I myself wonder and ask
Don’t I know that one dwelling in me
The one in the mirror gazing at me
That one in complexions
Resembling me
In reflections
You have to see me
*****
When asked to myself present
Waiting and pondering to no end
How would I myself define
Is it what I do occupy
And my worth certify
Would that just be fine
Or shall I add the thoughts and visions
that feed what I see and envision
Consider the...
#admiration
#emotions
#gratitude
#respect
#identity
258 reads
8 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 6:08pm
17th Oct 2024 6:08pm
I Like Me Better
I like me better when
I’m just a shadow painted on the wall.
Dim light illuminated from the lamp,
Casting this version of me
Murky and opaque, a proof I exist,
Mirroring and tailing my movements
To remind me of what I am,
Though it knows not who I am.
This silhouette, merely a fragment of me,
Dancing across the room while I’m writhing,
A glorious reflection of my being,
Failed to display my agony
As it lingers, quietly witnessing.
That’s why I like me better when I’m her.
I trace the contours of...
I’m just a shadow painted on the wall.
Dim light illuminated from the lamp,
Casting this version of me
Murky and opaque, a proof I exist,
Mirroring and tailing my movements
To remind me of what I am,
Though it knows not who I am.
This silhouette, merely a fragment of me,
Dancing across the room while I’m writhing,
A glorious reflection of my being,
Failed to display my agony
As it lingers, quietly witnessing.
That’s why I like me better when I’m her.
I trace the contours of...
#beauty
#identity
#shadows #suffering
#shadows #suffering
108 reads
Lilliputian
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 6:08pm
17th Oct 2024 6:08pm
I Like Me Better
I like me better when
I’m just a shadow painted on the wall.
Dim light illuminated from the lamp,
Casting this version of me
Murky and opaque, a proof I exist,
Mirroring and tailing my movements
To remind me of what I am,
Though it knows not who I am.
This silhouette, merely a fragment of me,
Dancing across the room while I’m writhing,
A glorious reflection of my being,
Failed to display my agony
As it lingers, quietly witnessing.
That’s why I like me better when I’m her.
I trace the contours of...
I’m just a shadow painted on the wall.
Dim light illuminated from the lamp,
Casting this version of me
Murky and opaque, a proof I exist,
Mirroring and tailing my movements
To remind me of what I am,
Though it knows not who I am.
This silhouette, merely a fragment of me,
Dancing across the room while I’m writhing,
A glorious reflection of my being,
Failed to display my agony
As it lingers, quietly witnessing.
That’s why I like me better when I’m her.
I trace the contours of...
#beauty
#identity
#shadows #suffering
#shadows #suffering
108 reads
Lilliputian
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 6:08pm
17th Oct 2024 6:08pm
I Like Me Better
I like me better when
I’m just a shadow painted on the wall.
Dim light illuminated from the lamp,
Casting this version of me
Murky and opaque, a proof I exist,
Mirroring and tailing my movements
To remind me of what I am,
Though it knows not who I am.
This silhouette, merely a fragment of me,
Dancing across the room while I’m writhing,
A glorious reflection of my being,
Failed to display my agony
As it lingers, quietly witnessing.
That’s why I like me better when I’m her.
I trace the contours of...
I’m just a shadow painted on the wall.
Dim light illuminated from the lamp,
Casting this version of me
Murky and opaque, a proof I exist,
Mirroring and tailing my movements
To remind me of what I am,
Though it knows not who I am.
This silhouette, merely a fragment of me,
Dancing across the room while I’m writhing,
A glorious reflection of my being,
Failed to display my agony
As it lingers, quietly witnessing.
That’s why I like me better when I’m her.
I trace the contours of...
#beauty
#identity
#shadows #suffering
#shadows #suffering
108 reads
Lilliputian
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 6:08pm
17th Oct 2024 6:08pm
I Like Me Better
I like me better when
I’m just a shadow painted on the wall.
Dim light illuminated from the lamp,
Casting this version of me
Murky and opaque, a proof I exist,
Mirroring and tailing my movements
To remind me of what I am,
Though it knows not who I am.
This silhouette, merely a fragment of me,
Dancing across the room while I’m writhing,
A glorious reflection of my being,
Failed to display my agony
As it lingers, quietly witnessing.
That’s why I like me better when I’m her.
I trace the contours of...
I’m just a shadow painted on the wall.
Dim light illuminated from the lamp,
Casting this version of me
Murky and opaque, a proof I exist,
Mirroring and tailing my movements
To remind me of what I am,
Though it knows not who I am.
This silhouette, merely a fragment of me,
Dancing across the room while I’m writhing,
A glorious reflection of my being,
Failed to display my agony
As it lingers, quietly witnessing.
That’s why I like me better when I’m her.
I trace the contours of...
#beauty
#identity
#shadows #suffering
#shadows #suffering
108 reads
rubyredheart
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2022 6:18pm
2nd Jul 2022 6:18pm
Can you tell me?
What is your heart’s story?
Is it filled to overflowing with no room left
for ghosts & memories?
Do those who fill it give as well as take
And keep it warm & safe & satisfied?
Is it a glowing red, pumping hard
With passion?
Does it feel acutely every gentle touch and whisper
Close at hand
So loud and strong it has no airspace
For those wavelengths crossing oceans?
How does a heart achieve
Such satisfying fullness?
How does one soar the heavens?
Tell me, do you know?
All I know of a certainty...
Is it filled to overflowing with no room left
for ghosts & memories?
Do those who fill it give as well as take
And keep it warm & safe & satisfied?
Is it a glowing red, pumping hard
With passion?
Does it feel acutely every gentle touch and whisper
Close at hand
So loud and strong it has no airspace
For those wavelengths crossing oceans?
How does a heart achieve
Such satisfying fullness?
How does one soar the heavens?
Tell me, do you know?
All I know of a certainty...
#identity
228 reads
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
16th Dec 2020 9:00pm
16th Dec 2020 9:00pm
Genesis of a Nemesis
Rock steady lady you my only successor..
I wrote my genesis turn the pages, learn to be the next inquisitor..
Hard men aiming at my Jack pots..
Earned through the years, hitting lottos..
A decade I spent at Guantanamo..
Feels like those three days of the condor.. Newscasters keep on knocking on my door..
All they want to broadcast me through el mundo..
Morning papers reading I am a warlord.. Just coz I rabble and rouse like a mob boss..
Treasures in my...
I wrote my genesis turn the pages, learn to be the next inquisitor..
Hard men aiming at my Jack pots..
Earned through the years, hitting lottos..
A decade I spent at Guantanamo..
Feels like those three days of the condor.. Newscasters keep on knocking on my door..
All they want to broadcast me through el mundo..
Morning papers reading I am a warlord.. Just coz I rabble and rouse like a mob boss..
Treasures in my...
#identity
#mirror
#SelfReflection #choices
#SelfReflection #choices
409 reads
0 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
16th Dec 2020 9:00pm
16th Dec 2020 9:00pm
Genesis of a Nemesis
Rock steady lady you my only successor..
I wrote my genesis turn the pages, learn to be the next inquisitor..
Hard men aiming at my Jack pots..
Earned through the years, hitting lottos..
A decade I spent at Guantanamo..
Feels like those three days of the condor.. Newscasters keep on knocking on my door..
All they want to broadcast me through el mundo..
Morning papers reading I am a warlord.. Just coz I rabble and rouse like a mob boss..
Treasures in my...
I wrote my genesis turn the pages, learn to be the next inquisitor..
Hard men aiming at my Jack pots..
Earned through the years, hitting lottos..
A decade I spent at Guantanamo..
Feels like those three days of the condor.. Newscasters keep on knocking on my door..
All they want to broadcast me through el mundo..
Morning papers reading I am a warlord.. Just coz I rabble and rouse like a mob boss..
Treasures in my...
#identity
#mirror
#SelfReflection #choices
#SelfReflection #choices
409 reads
0 Comments
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