Poems About Identity by Top Critiquers
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Poems about identity by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 7:44pm
5th Feb 2025 7:44pm
It is YOU I Admire
It is YOU who I admire
I praise you for being a scumbag since you were a kid
You never took into account all the wrong doings you have done to people
The love that you gave has left it's mark on numerous "loved ones" that trusted you
Your affection has been an infection to most girls you've fucked
The enjoyment you looked at with high value has left many scarred for life
Perfection is what you strive for, manipulating and taking advantage of others...shame on you
Appreciation is what you'll never find amongst people
You have no redeeming...
I praise you for being a scumbag since you were a kid
You never took into account all the wrong doings you have done to people
The love that you gave has left it's mark on numerous "loved ones" that trusted you
Your affection has been an infection to most girls you've fucked
The enjoyment you looked at with high value has left many scarred for life
Perfection is what you strive for, manipulating and taking advantage of others...shame on you
Appreciation is what you'll never find amongst people
You have no redeeming...
#anger
#hate
#lies
#manipulation
#identity
78 reads
13 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 6:07am
23rd Nov 2024 6:07am
Beneath This Rhyme
Taking refuge in a desolate tunnel
Shackled with some troubled soul
Fate poured down a hateful funnel
Concealing hope in this rabbit-hole
Came to terms with these limitations
Rose like a phoenix to claim respect
Every choice is met with reservations
Each lie used as a means to deflect
Another tired victim of circumstance
Subjected to living on borrowed time
Love has been given one more dance
Revealing secrets beneath this rhyme
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2024
Shackled with some troubled soul
Fate poured down a hateful funnel
Concealing hope in this rabbit-hole
Came to terms with these limitations
Rose like a phoenix to claim respect
Every choice is met with reservations
Each lie used as a means to deflect
Another tired victim of circumstance
Subjected to living on borrowed time
Love has been given one more dance
Revealing secrets beneath this rhyme
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2024
#identity
112 reads
11 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 8:22pm
28th Dec 2024 8:22pm
utterly
dwindling thought withering in context
my mind ceases in ideas and gets angry
withdrawing from the lense
I don't wish to be observed
shaken epiphany I am cut off
from who I used to be
evolving utterly different
I wonder did that version of me die out of necessity
keening hope she was so beautiful
she was not me but I share her memories
grief burdens me, I wonder did I kill her, one thought at a time
drain her essence and discard her in the past
the present knows only me
it's a curious thing, I...
my mind ceases in ideas and gets angry
withdrawing from the lense
I don't wish to be observed
shaken epiphany I am cut off
from who I used to be
evolving utterly different
I wonder did that version of me die out of necessity
keening hope she was so beautiful
she was not me but I share her memories
grief burdens me, I wonder did I kill her, one thought at a time
drain her essence and discard her in the past
the present knows only me
it's a curious thing, I...
#confessional
#identity
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
82 reads
2 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
6th May 2021 4:10pm
6th May 2021 4:10pm
We are Earth
all of us
our unique fingerprint
carved into the present
moment of memory
We are earth
from root to crown
our individual history
recorded in each line
Sacred geometry manifests
patterns of existence
into the living
until fossilized
underground
We are Earth
experiencing form
all of us
~
our unique fingerprint
carved into the present
moment of memory
We are earth
from root to crown
our individual history
recorded in each line
Sacred geometry manifests
patterns of existence
into the living
until fossilized
underground
We are Earth
experiencing form
all of us
~
#identity
#nature
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
1278 reads
45 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
436 reads
0 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 5:43am
29th Jan 2025 5:43am
Sam I am
That which observes greed is not greed: greed cannot observe itself.
That which observes lust is not lust: lust cannot observe itself.
That which observes anger is not anger: anger cannot observe itself.
That which observes love is not love: love cannot observe itself.
Who is the observer then?
Don't say "I am" because "I" does not exist.
That which observes mind is not mind: mind cannot observe itself.
And discuss.
That which observes lust is not lust: lust cannot observe itself.
That which observes anger is not anger: anger cannot observe itself.
That which observes love is not love: love cannot observe itself.
Who is the observer then?
Don't say "I am" because "I" does not exist.
That which observes mind is not mind: mind cannot observe itself.
And discuss.
#identity
43 reads
6 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
26th Aug 2023 7:44pm
26th Aug 2023 7:44pm
WHY ARE YOU SO ANGRY
WHY are you so angry about something, that you will never have no control over, for don't you see what you are doing to thyself and with your life. Why are so angry is it because you are filled, with your own thoughts of misery and pain and hurtful, things that continue to eat at your very thoughts and having you feel hopeless. Why are you so angry about your life is it because, you refuse to be able to be honest with yourself, for only you can truly understand that it's hard trying to be YOU. WHEN IT'S YOU THAT NEEDS TO CHANGE YOUR MIND AND HEART AND THOUGHTS, AS IN MENTALLY AND...
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#confusion
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
392 reads
10 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 4:15pm
26th Dec 2024 4:15pm
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
99 reads
10 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2021 1:46pm
22nd Apr 2021 1:46pm
THE TRAP OF CATEGORIZING
Our day-to-day existence
is continually being
bombarded with efforts
to categorize everything
from A to Z and beyond.
This is especially true
when it comes to we humans.
In our minds, we practice
analyst management:
We categorize by gender,
height, weight, looks, gay, straight,
performance, education, religion,
ethnicity, morality, values,
tastes, talent, etc., etc.
Yes, perhaps in some disciplines
such as science and medicine
category analyst is essential.
But for me, and speaking
only for me,...
is continually being
bombarded with efforts
to categorize everything
from A to Z and beyond.
This is especially true
when it comes to we humans.
In our minds, we practice
analyst management:
We categorize by gender,
height, weight, looks, gay, straight,
performance, education, religion,
ethnicity, morality, values,
tastes, talent, etc., etc.
Yes, perhaps in some disciplines
such as science and medicine
category analyst is essential.
But for me, and speaking
only for me,...
#identity
#freedom
#culture
#morality
#tradition
397 reads
3 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2017 9:10pm
3rd Oct 2017 9:10pm
INDOOR NUDIST COMES OUT
I unblushingly admit
To spending time without kit -
Yes, going au naturel
Now I live alone, I tell.
When I am indoors at home
I can everywhere roam,
In the rooms where privacy
Curtains and blinds guarantee
Do I go, as Adam did
In Eden, shameless naked,
Sometimes with the compromise
Of slippers and specs for eyes
To help me to write or read
When my vision has the need.
I like how I make less sound
When I walk barefoot on ground,
And how warm air feels on skin
When heating is on within....
To spending time without kit -
Yes, going au naturel
Now I live alone, I tell.
When I am indoors at home
I can everywhere roam,
In the rooms where privacy
Curtains and blinds guarantee
Do I go, as Adam did
In Eden, shameless naked,
Sometimes with the compromise
Of slippers and specs for eyes
To help me to write or read
When my vision has the need.
I like how I make less sound
When I walk barefoot on ground,
And how warm air feels on skin
When heating is on within....
#identity
#religion
#uplifting
#myself
#SelfReflection
604 reads
2 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 5:19pm
1st Feb 2025 5:19pm
A Tale of a Cup of Coffee
It feels safe here
A gentle escape from fame
My disguise working well
Even the guy at the Deli on the corner
Didn't pay me no mind
I asked for hazelnut instead of regular
It smells great but taste is often lacking
The story of my life wraps around coffee
I tried so hard to achieve greatness
Now hiding from the very thing I thought I wanted most
Everyone wants a piece of your privacy
Selling my soul for headlines was a mistake
I couldn't have known then, to busy with my arrogance
Shit, he put sugar in my...
A gentle escape from fame
My disguise working well
Even the guy at the Deli on the corner
Didn't pay me no mind
I asked for hazelnut instead of regular
It smells great but taste is often lacking
The story of my life wraps around coffee
I tried so hard to achieve greatness
Now hiding from the very thing I thought I wanted most
Everyone wants a piece of your privacy
Selling my soul for headlines was a mistake
I couldn't have known then, to busy with my arrogance
Shit, he put sugar in my...
#coffee
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#philosophical
#PopCulture
137 reads
28 Comments
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
227 reads
3 Comments
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