Poems About Identity Published by Members Recently Online
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Pishashee
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
The Carbon Family Picnic
At Evergreen Meadow,
The air crackled with excitement. It was the summer solstice, the one day of the year the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional meeting spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family, each member unique, yet undeniably Carbon. There was Carbon-13, his eccentric cousin, juggling aetheric energy orbs while debating the merits of isotopic art with...
The air crackled with excitement. It was the summer solstice, the one day of the year the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional meeting spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family, each member unique, yet undeniably Carbon. There was Carbon-13, his eccentric cousin, juggling aetheric energy orbs while debating the merits of isotopic art with...
#art
#countryside
#identity
#nature
#relationships
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Pishashee
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
The Carbon Family Picnic
At Evergreen Meadow,
The air crackled with excitement. It was the summer solstice, the one day of the year the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional meeting spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family, each member unique, yet undeniably Carbon. There was Carbon-13, his eccentric cousin, juggling aetheric energy orbs while debating the merits of isotopic art with...
The air crackled with excitement. It was the summer solstice, the one day of the year the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional meeting spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family, each member unique, yet undeniably Carbon. There was Carbon-13, his eccentric cousin, juggling aetheric energy orbs while debating the merits of isotopic art with...
#art
#countryside
#identity
#nature
#relationships
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Pishashee
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
The Carbon Family Picnic
At Evergreen Meadow,
The air crackled with excitement. It was the summer solstice, the one day of the year the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional meeting spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family, each member unique, yet undeniably Carbon. There was Carbon-13, his eccentric cousin, juggling aetheric energy orbs while debating the merits of isotopic art with...
The air crackled with excitement. It was the summer solstice, the one day of the year the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional meeting spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family, each member unique, yet undeniably Carbon. There was Carbon-13, his eccentric cousin, juggling aetheric energy orbs while debating the merits of isotopic art with...
#art
#countryside
#identity
#nature
#relationships
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Pishashee
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
The Carbon Family Picnic
At Evergreen Meadow,
The air crackled with excitement. It was the summer solstice, the one day of the year the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional meeting spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family, each member unique, yet undeniably Carbon. There was Carbon-13, his eccentric cousin, juggling aetheric energy orbs while debating the merits of isotopic art with...
The air crackled with excitement. It was the summer solstice, the one day of the year the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional meeting spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family, each member unique, yet undeniably Carbon. There was Carbon-13, his eccentric cousin, juggling aetheric energy orbs while debating the merits of isotopic art with...
#art
#countryside
#identity
#nature
#relationships
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1 Comment
Pishashee
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
The Carbon Family Picnic
At Evergreen Meadow,
The air crackled with excitement. It was the summer solstice, the one day of the year the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional meeting spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family, each member unique, yet undeniably Carbon. There was Carbon-13, his eccentric cousin, juggling aetheric energy orbs while debating the merits of isotopic art with...
The air crackled with excitement. It was the summer solstice, the one day of the year the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional meeting spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family, each member unique, yet undeniably Carbon. There was Carbon-13, his eccentric cousin, juggling aetheric energy orbs while debating the merits of isotopic art with...
#art
#countryside
#identity
#nature
#relationships
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 1:09am
26th Oct 2024 1:09am
The Lost, Forgotten, and Elusive
A knight errant on the road
By waters dark and still
His golden hair, a fleeting glow
Against the swamp’s cold chill
With eyes like washed-out skies
Blue, bright, and lost to sight
He walks beneath the tangled vines
That hide the stars from night
Forgotten like the land
Where shadows fall like rain
Through bayou roads of mud and sand
He wanders, half in pain
No identity, no name to call
Just boots on asphalt worn
A figure by the cypress tall
Alone till light of morn
The bayou holds him...
By waters dark and still
His golden hair, a fleeting glow
Against the swamp’s cold chill
With eyes like washed-out skies
Blue, bright, and lost to sight
He walks beneath the tangled vines
That hide the stars from night
Forgotten like the land
Where shadows fall like rain
Through bayou roads of mud and sand
He wanders, half in pain
No identity, no name to call
Just boots on asphalt worn
A figure by the cypress tall
Alone till light of morn
The bayou holds him...
#dark
#identity
#narrative
#rhyming
#SelfReflection
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 1:09am
26th Oct 2024 1:09am
The Lost, Forgotten, and Elusive
A knight errant on the road
By waters dark and still
His golden hair, a fleeting glow
Against the swamp’s cold chill
With eyes like washed-out skies
Blue, bright, and lost to sight
He walks beneath the tangled vines
That hide the stars from night
Forgotten like the land
Where shadows fall like rain
Through bayou roads of mud and sand
He wanders, half in pain
No identity, no name to call
Just boots on asphalt worn
A figure by the cypress tall
Alone till light of morn
The bayou holds him...
By waters dark and still
His golden hair, a fleeting glow
Against the swamp’s cold chill
With eyes like washed-out skies
Blue, bright, and lost to sight
He walks beneath the tangled vines
That hide the stars from night
Forgotten like the land
Where shadows fall like rain
Through bayou roads of mud and sand
He wanders, half in pain
No identity, no name to call
Just boots on asphalt worn
A figure by the cypress tall
Alone till light of morn
The bayou holds him...
#dark
#identity
#narrative
#rhyming
#SelfReflection
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 1:09am
26th Oct 2024 1:09am
The Lost, Forgotten, and Elusive
A knight errant on the road
By waters dark and still
His golden hair, a fleeting glow
Against the swamp’s cold chill
With eyes like washed-out skies
Blue, bright, and lost to sight
He walks beneath the tangled vines
That hide the stars from night
Forgotten like the land
Where shadows fall like rain
Through bayou roads of mud and sand
He wanders, half in pain
No identity, no name to call
Just boots on asphalt worn
A figure by the cypress tall
Alone till light of morn
The bayou holds him...
By waters dark and still
His golden hair, a fleeting glow
Against the swamp’s cold chill
With eyes like washed-out skies
Blue, bright, and lost to sight
He walks beneath the tangled vines
That hide the stars from night
Forgotten like the land
Where shadows fall like rain
Through bayou roads of mud and sand
He wanders, half in pain
No identity, no name to call
Just boots on asphalt worn
A figure by the cypress tall
Alone till light of morn
The bayou holds him...
#dark
#identity
#narrative
#rhyming
#SelfReflection
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 1:09am
26th Oct 2024 1:09am
The Lost, Forgotten, and Elusive
A knight errant on the road
By waters dark and still
His golden hair, a fleeting glow
Against the swamp’s cold chill
With eyes like washed-out skies
Blue, bright, and lost to sight
He walks beneath the tangled vines
That hide the stars from night
Forgotten like the land
Where shadows fall like rain
Through bayou roads of mud and sand
He wanders, half in pain
No identity, no name to call
Just boots on asphalt worn
A figure by the cypress tall
Alone till light of morn
The bayou holds him...
By waters dark and still
His golden hair, a fleeting glow
Against the swamp’s cold chill
With eyes like washed-out skies
Blue, bright, and lost to sight
He walks beneath the tangled vines
That hide the stars from night
Forgotten like the land
Where shadows fall like rain
Through bayou roads of mud and sand
He wanders, half in pain
No identity, no name to call
Just boots on asphalt worn
A figure by the cypress tall
Alone till light of morn
The bayou holds him...
#dark
#identity
#narrative
#rhyming
#SelfReflection
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 1:09am
26th Oct 2024 1:09am
The Lost, Forgotten, and Elusive
A knight errant on the road
By waters dark and still
His golden hair, a fleeting glow
Against the swamp’s cold chill
With eyes like washed-out skies
Blue, bright, and lost to sight
He walks beneath the tangled vines
That hide the stars from night
Forgotten like the land
Where shadows fall like rain
Through bayou roads of mud and sand
He wanders, half in pain
No identity, no name to call
Just boots on asphalt worn
A figure by the cypress tall
Alone till light of morn
The bayou holds him...
By waters dark and still
His golden hair, a fleeting glow
Against the swamp’s cold chill
With eyes like washed-out skies
Blue, bright, and lost to sight
He walks beneath the tangled vines
That hide the stars from night
Forgotten like the land
Where shadows fall like rain
Through bayou roads of mud and sand
He wanders, half in pain
No identity, no name to call
Just boots on asphalt worn
A figure by the cypress tall
Alone till light of morn
The bayou holds him...
#dark
#identity
#narrative
#rhyming
#SelfReflection
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 11:36pm
25th Nov 2024 11:36pm
"IF THY ONE EYE BE OPEN" (11-25-2024, Palm Springs, California)
as
i see eyes
eyes see me
as
eyes see i
i see i see
i see i see
in
these eyes
through which
i see
i see eyes
as
eyes see me
as
this true i
this true
eye opened
this
one eye open
fully open
i now know
yet always have
that i still
truly
am
through which
i now
more
than...
i see eyes
eyes see me
as
eyes see i
i see i see
i see i see
in
these eyes
through which
i see
i see eyes
as
eyes see me
as
this true i
this true
eye opened
this
one eye open
fully open
i now know
yet always have
that i still
truly
am
through which
i now
more
than...
#identity
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
#wisdom
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 11:36pm
25th Nov 2024 11:36pm
"IF THY ONE EYE BE OPEN" (11-25-2024, Palm Springs, California)
as
i see eyes
eyes see me
as
eyes see i
i see i see
i see i see
in
these eyes
through which
i see
i see eyes
as
eyes see me
as
this true i
this true
eye opened
this
one eye open
fully open
i now know
yet always have
that i still
truly
am
through which
i now
more
than...
i see eyes
eyes see me
as
eyes see i
i see i see
i see i see
in
these eyes
through which
i see
i see eyes
as
eyes see me
as
this true i
this true
eye opened
this
one eye open
fully open
i now know
yet always have
that i still
truly
am
through which
i now
more
than...
#identity
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
#wisdom
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DU Poetry : Poems About Identity Published by Members Recently Online
