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.
And then, suddenly, someone said Shakespeare has died
old long since
sadness are the shore shingles
which will never drown,
we watched our school friends die together
How many women took us up the stairs
to touch to feel to caress,
our webbed fingers never made us Superman
there was always Lex Luthor, dredged in black
metaphorical chains gallow’ed upon neck
Well, not quite
Indigo in eyes of his children
north by northwest, or north by fucking anywhere
are rainbow’ed hues of the future
and I know (I know) rainbows are such a poetic cliché.
Turn my...
sadness are the shore shingles
which will never drown,
we watched our school friends die together
How many women took us up the stairs
to touch to feel to caress,
our webbed fingers never made us Superman
there was always Lex Luthor, dredged in black
metaphorical chains gallow’ed upon neck
Well, not quite
Indigo in eyes of his children
north by northwest, or north by fucking anywhere
are rainbow’ed hues of the future
and I know (I know) rainbows are such a poetic cliché.
Turn my...
#BestFriend
#identity
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3 Comments
f**king with levity (thinking out loud)
I've had a few creative mentors over the years, people I respected (some I still respect), people I looked up to without question, people I relied on, people who I treated like Gods when they were undeniably human. I took the best parts of them to heart, while also taking the things that don't work for me.
There's one line in particular, that runs through my head, rent free. "Indie, you need more levity, your work is brilliant, but it's too heavy on its own". And I think about that all the time. I think about how I love the darkness as much as I hate it. I think about...
There's one line in particular, that runs through my head, rent free. "Indie, you need more levity, your work is brilliant, but it's too heavy on its own". And I think about that all the time. I think about how I love the darkness as much as I hate it. I think about...
#confessional
#identity
#myself
#nonfiction
#SelfReflection
102 reads
2 Comments
The Big Guy Chapter 2

#CallToAction
#identity
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2 Comments
Dotage
1/30
Dotage
How would / will I know
with no one to observe
Tell me
Remind me
Write it down. . .
Living alone
Having chats
Acknowledging
affirmations
without a different
point of view
Yes, I’ve read up on
the symptoms of
ancient aging
diseases
passed on DNA
(hoping it skips a generation)
But how would I even
be aware if I became. . .
As I grow older & fatter
I have put a laminated
note on my bathroom ...
Dotage
How would / will I know
with no one to observe
Tell me
Remind me
Write it down. . .
Living alone
Having chats
Acknowledging
affirmations
without a different
point of view
Yes, I’ve read up on
the symptoms of
ancient aging
diseases
passed on DNA
(hoping it skips a generation)
But how would I even
be aware if I became. . .
As I grow older & fatter
I have put a laminated
note on my bathroom ...
#identity
#LifeChangingMoment
#aging #NaPoWriMo2024
#aging #NaPoWriMo2024
243 reads
6 Comments
Birds Fly In The Rain
We know not the tinder of the moment
When match is struck
Suspended between spark and flame
What is right? What is wrong?
No one lives forever
Then needs come the night
Why do we keep deep diving for everything on our wishlist
Always chasing some neurotically ordained checklist
Why cant we be satisfied in the here and now
Who am I
Some random guy
A random
Unique
An outlier in your world
A shooting star outside your orbit
*
...
When match is struck
Suspended between spark and flame
What is right? What is wrong?
No one lives forever
Then needs come the night
Why do we keep deep diving for everything on our wishlist
Always chasing some neurotically ordained checklist
Why cant we be satisfied in the here and now
Who am I
Some random guy
A random
Unique
An outlier in your world
A shooting star outside your orbit
*
...
#identity
#love
#nature
123 reads
10 Comments
I was not born for roses
I was not born for
roses
the gods of the stars
and airey heights did
not create me for glory
in all the wars of our
world there will be no
tales of heroicly brave
deeds preformed by
one such as I
and when death, that
wretched reliever of pain
arrives, I will dutifully
answer the door
knowing that any thought,
purpose, song composed,
poem written will mean
less than the common ant
to the history of the universe
I am one being
one small...
roses
the gods of the stars
and airey heights did
not create me for glory
in all the wars of our
world there will be no
tales of heroicly brave
deeds preformed by
one such as I
and when death, that
wretched reliever of pain
arrives, I will dutifully
answer the door
knowing that any thought,
purpose, song composed,
poem written will mean
less than the common ant
to the history of the universe
I am one being
one small...
#identity
#mirror
250 reads
6 Comments
After The Rain
after the rain i can feel her
all encompassed empowerment
exploring depths i've rarely seen
a beauty draped with dalliance
fragrant with intellectual design
oozing from places that she's been
I'm confident
she's been sent for me
with words to dictate our time
all encompassed empowerment
exploring depths i've rarely seen
a beauty draped with dalliance
fragrant with intellectual design
oozing from places that she's been
I'm confident
she's been sent for me
with words to dictate our time
#identity
#beauty
379 reads
3 Comments
Flawed Beauty
Though my legs are paralyzed
I traveled the seven seas
On a quest in search for Atlantis
I climbed high mountains and
Roamed vast deserts to find my treasure
Accompanied by Peruvian shamans
I drank Ayahuasca
Supported by a wolf pack
I survived atomic winter.
I am a reader!
I had tea with fairies and plant devas
Talked to friendly beings in faraway galaxies
Embarked on adventurous journeys
On the back of my unicorn
I listened to the messages
The rustling autumn leaves
Whispered into my ear
I...
I traveled the seven seas
On a quest in search for Atlantis
I climbed high mountains and
Roamed vast deserts to find my treasure
Accompanied by Peruvian shamans
I drank Ayahuasca
Supported by a wolf pack
I survived atomic winter.
I am a reader!
I had tea with fairies and plant devas
Talked to friendly beings in faraway galaxies
Embarked on adventurous journeys
On the back of my unicorn
I listened to the messages
The rustling autumn leaves
Whispered into my ear
I...
#identity
#acceptance
#disability
286 reads
4 Comments
A USB Away
A USB Away
Thumbnail
Avatars
Now
Glide
Across
The screen,
And every
Click's
More tantalizing
Than the one
Just seen.
The mischief
Of each
New connect,
Each meeting
In the day,
Becomes
A one night
Circus
Just
A USB
Away.
Thumbnail
Avatars
Now
Glide
Across
The screen,
And every
Click's
More tantalizing
Than the one
Just seen.
The mischief
Of each
New connect,
Each meeting
In the day,
Becomes
A one night
Circus
Just
A USB
Away.
#identity
#SelfReflection
#choices
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4 Comments
Ultraviolet Dreams (Sunburn)
Ultraviolet dreams...
Some want to embrace me
Others want to damage me
Not really sure which is which
Grew up way too fast
Vulnerable, naïve at times
But I am not sunscreen
You can’t smother me one day
Try to save me the next
I see through you
Do you see me too
Just take it slow
And let me know the real you
Same with me
We’ve only just met
A lifetime to burn
Stop your pre-conceived notions
Written on my pale skin
No lotions
No homilies
Just be you
That’s all I want
I’ll handle the...
Some want to embrace me
Others want to damage me
Not really sure which is which
Grew up way too fast
Vulnerable, naïve at times
But I am not sunscreen
You can’t smother me one day
Try to save me the next
I see through you
Do you see me too
Just take it slow
And let me know the real you
Same with me
We’ve only just met
A lifetime to burn
Stop your pre-conceived notions
Written on my pale skin
No lotions
No homilies
Just be you
That’s all I want
I’ll handle the...
#relationships
#identity
#dreams
#SelfDiscovery
#PersonalGrowth
769 reads
55 Comments
Esta Narcissus
Esta a childhood friend in a crowded room
she reigns with flair thinking she’s a queen
or at least a princess with her silken hair
her face aglow with ready laughter
her smiles are wide her eyes sparkles
soft spoken but with sharp-edged words
like a whirlwind she spins her charms
behind her eyes inwardly scared
during each quiet moment she knows
she is not liked by all around
as slight drizzles as morning dew
flitting butterfly, fleeting in every round
her stories remind me of Munchausen
a trip...
she reigns with flair thinking she’s a queen
or at least a princess with her silken hair
her face aglow with ready laughter
her smiles are wide her eyes sparkles
soft spoken but with sharp-edged words
like a whirlwind she spins her charms
behind her eyes inwardly scared
during each quiet moment she knows
she is not liked by all around
as slight drizzles as morning dew
flitting butterfly, fleeting in every round
her stories remind me of Munchausen
a trip...
#identity
97 reads
4 Comments
A landfill of lies
Please copy and paste and listen while reading and as always thanks for looking https://youtube.com/watch?v=O9_-VpIVGnc
Apparently the interview between us
4 years ago was all a sham riddled with lies.
My choices, they do define who I have become
who I will become...
I wanna be a good person
make good decisions
an enjoy love unconditionally
The white picket fence is broken
and the damage Is everywhere
soaked into...
Apparently the interview between us
4 years ago was all a sham riddled with lies.
My choices, they do define who I have become
who I will become...
I wanna be a good person
make good decisions
an enjoy love unconditionally
The white picket fence is broken
and the damage Is everywhere
soaked into...
#identity
#mirror
#choices
698 reads
0 Comments
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