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.
Her
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2024 11:41am
3rd Mar 2024 11:41am
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
172 reads
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Today 11:57am
Today 11:57am
Who am I?
Today my name is?
Damn, I'm really not certain
Deteriorate
Damn, I'm really not certain
Deteriorate
#haiku
#identity
#illness
#memories
#MentalHealth
23 reads
8 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
21st Feb 2021 11:56am
21st Feb 2021 11:56am
My Own Way
I like to think
I'm the woman
God created me to be
Although it wasn't always so.
Throughout my life
I've stumbled and
I've fallen many times
Still I kept on trying
To better myself
To become the kind
Of person I always
Hoped I would become
With the help of God
I've come a long way
From where I've been
Seeking to be more like Him
I'm the woman
God created me to be
Although it wasn't always so.
Throughout my life
I've stumbled and
I've fallen many times
Still I kept on trying
To better myself
To become the kind
Of person I always
Hoped I would become
With the help of God
I've come a long way
From where I've been
Seeking to be more like Him
#identity
#confessional
#acceptance
#choices
#SelfWorth
387 reads
8 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
25th Mar 2024 5:11pm
25th Mar 2024 5:11pm
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
110 reads
17 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
1st Jan 2019 1:11pm
1st Jan 2019 1:11pm
street girl
the night was irregular
I mean it just fit tight
a new skin yet to be broke in
the same old johns cruise the Blvd.
the old whore smiled within herself
she retired
yes she finally gave up the game
left some broken hearts along the way
they would get over it
some young new thing would take her place
after all, you got to pay to play
whether it's with your heart or cold hard cash
she paid her dues out there
lost her heart to some smooth talker
with a rough looking face
used to listen...
I mean it just fit tight
a new skin yet to be broke in
the same old johns cruise the Blvd.
the old whore smiled within herself
she retired
yes she finally gave up the game
left some broken hearts along the way
they would get over it
some young new thing would take her place
after all, you got to pay to play
whether it's with your heart or cold hard cash
she paid her dues out there
lost her heart to some smooth talker
with a rough looking face
used to listen...
#identity
#beauty
#LifeStruggles
675 reads
18 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
301 reads
3 Comments
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
Poem Published
4th Jan 2022 7:40pm
4th Jan 2022 7:40pm
speaking to [my shame]
you were
just a 3-year-old girl
when your world
inverted
converted
to a bad little girl
when you hurt
your friend
defendant to
your own judgments
no forgiveness
only self-loathing
developing
idiopathic
craniofacial
erythema
melting
off my face in
perspiration and
hesitation
made reservations
in my brain for
shame and then
overdosed
on fear
I am a failure
disappointment
fodder for the gutter
manifested
years...
just a 3-year-old girl
when your world
inverted
converted
to a bad little girl
when you hurt
your friend
defendant to
your own judgments
no forgiveness
only self-loathing
developing
idiopathic
craniofacial
erythema
melting
off my face in
perspiration and
hesitation
made reservations
in my brain for
shame and then
overdosed
on fear
I am a failure
disappointment
fodder for the gutter
manifested
years...
#forgiveness
#childhood
#identity
#shame
#SelfWorth
441 reads
6 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2024 2:00am
23rd Mar 2024 2:00am
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
138 reads
22 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 3:37am
1st Apr 2024 3:37am
128 ZM6
Small Format
Gouache on cardboard
Recycled double agent
Minimalist
Take what’s given
Lifelong artist
The journey moves forward …
Gouache on cardboard
Recycled double agent
Minimalist
Take what’s given
Lifelong artist
The journey moves forward …
#identity
#art
#minimalist
101 reads
12 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
533 reads
2 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
21st Apr 2024 6:07am
21st Apr 2024 6:07am
washing up on shore
just each
concept
of the
water's edge
there
are changes,
some more
urgent
accounts,
some old
shuffling
and trying
to balance
the random
inconsideration
still washing
up on
shore.
concept
of the
water's edge
there
are changes,
some more
urgent
accounts,
some old
shuffling
and trying
to balance
the random
inconsideration
still washing
up on
shore.
#culture
#freedom
#identity #responsibility
#identity #responsibility
46 reads
2 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
17th Mar 2024 12:24pm
17th Mar 2024 12:24pm
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
82 reads
6 Comments
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