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.
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
1314 reads
45 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Jizzman
Jizzman
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
652 reads
29 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
71 reads
7 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 2:01pm
10th Mar 2025 2:01pm
Inspirational Incubus
If I were the muse
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination ...
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination ...
#fall
#identity
#inspirational
#luck
#mirror
91 reads
6 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
117 reads
18 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2021 11:53am
23rd Aug 2021 11:53am
Poetess
She writes poetry -
In steam vapors
Like
Liquid drops
Falling -
Inclusive
Cursive
Infusive
Conclusive
Floating -
Into air
in ringlets
lofted
graceful
Heaven
as Earthen
place off of the face
of Earth
Hearth
ablaze
of
heart
Poetess.
Dissolved
into
Eternity
Eternally
In steam vapors
Like
Liquid drops
Falling -
Inclusive
Cursive
Infusive
Conclusive
Floating -
Into air
in ringlets
lofted
graceful
Heaven
as Earthen
place off of the face
of Earth
Hearth
ablaze
of
heart
Poetess.
Dissolved
into
Eternity
Eternally
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #SelfDiscovery
#WritingPoetry #SelfDiscovery
456 reads
7 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
252 reads
3 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
8th Apr 2024 00:23am
8th Apr 2024 00:23am
Maybe you had to die for me to live
Sometimes I worry
that I don’t really miss you as I should.
My daily life was never good
at making space and time for you
(perhaps an unintended legacy
of the independence you encouraged?)
Now that you’re gone from this space and time
the guilt of that failure
has mostly gone with you.
No “when will I see you next?”
or long conversations
at inconvenient times
(oh, how selfish that sounds!)
And though I say I feel grief
what’s often stronger is relief
that I don’t need to filter ...
that I don’t really miss you as I should.
My daily life was never good
at making space and time for you
(perhaps an unintended legacy
of the independence you encouraged?)
Now that you’re gone from this space and time
the guilt of that failure
has mostly gone with you.
No “when will I see you next?”
or long conversations
at inconvenient times
(oh, how selfish that sounds!)
And though I say I feel grief
what’s often stronger is relief
that I don’t need to filter ...
#mother
#father
#identity
#confessional
#NaPoWriMo2024
256 reads
14 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
8th Nov 2023 6:07pm
8th Nov 2023 6:07pm
Ugly Arrogance
Rock hard and ready, so to all bitches prepare to be sore
And when done take that fucked pussy out the nearest door,
“Cold blooded words spoken will make her ass frown
But her throbbing pussy is letting her know how I put it down,
“Afterwards, the only thing is happening
Is soap and water-pussy funk eliminating satisfaction,
“Bass so loud that fire ass shit cause glass to start cracking
Overnight workers to cuss and grandma’s hands to start clapping,
“Motherfucka my good time flows through my veins like crack-cocaine ...
And when done take that fucked pussy out the nearest door,
“Cold blooded words spoken will make her ass frown
But her throbbing pussy is letting her know how I put it down,
“Afterwards, the only thing is happening
Is soap and water-pussy funk eliminating satisfaction,
“Bass so loud that fire ass shit cause glass to start cracking
Overnight workers to cuss and grandma’s hands to start clapping,
“Motherfucka my good time flows through my veins like crack-cocaine ...
#identity
#honesty
268 reads
4 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 9:58pm
2nd Mar 2025 9:58pm
Slim Chance
Thinner
sometimes,
but never
thin
enough
sometimes,
but never
thin
enough
#beauty
#identity
#minimalist
99 reads
18 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 9:21am
25th Oct 2024 9:21am
Big Brother Rat Race
Big brother rat race
Adoptive experiment
Feeding hungered stimulation
Reaction according
To plasticity forking
Witness the moment
Walls imprison
Instinctual basis
Freedom to wander
Climactic cycles
Inside the maze
Alienating and dehumanizing
No role defined
By dated statistic
Electrifying brain signals
Somewhere down corridors
Love and advertisement
Emerge the same
Sparking neuronal tense
Literal, physical,...
Adoptive experiment
Feeding hungered stimulation
Reaction according
To plasticity forking
Witness the moment
Walls imprison
Instinctual basis
Freedom to wander
Climactic cycles
Inside the maze
Alienating and dehumanizing
No role defined
By dated statistic
Electrifying brain signals
Somewhere down corridors
Love and advertisement
Emerge the same
Sparking neuronal tense
Literal, physical,...
#culture
#freedom
#humankind
#identity
#spiritual
131 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
30th Sep 2024 1:30am
30th Sep 2024 1:30am
Victoriana
the empire was awful, but I dunno
I saw some good acts there
but you meant the British Empire and I’m sorry, I thought you
meant the theatre
I saw some good acts there
but you meant the British Empire and I’m sorry, I thought you
meant the theatre
#identity
109 reads
1 Comment
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