Poems about Identity
#identity
Exploring the meaning of identity within our society. Identity poems explore our personality, uniqueness and lifestyle choices to find out what gives individuals, groups and sub-cultures their identity.
i am not alone, alone
i am
not alone,
alone, there
are some
like me
out there,
they wait,
they watch,
they hope,
each arrive
in the
afternoon,
and before
the light
is slanting,
my mouth
like doors
open,
let me
read you
something,
they let
me speak,
they accept
me with
the softest
care,
my words
float
over them,
and they
act as
trying
to capture
butterflies
while
clapping.
not alone,
alone, there
are some
like me
out there,
they wait,
they watch,
they hope,
each arrive
in the
afternoon,
and before
the light
is slanting,
my mouth
like doors
open,
let me
read you
something,
they let
me speak,
they accept
me with
the softest
care,
my words
float
over them,
and they
act as
trying
to capture
butterflies
while
clapping.
#art
#culture
#freedom
#identity
#power
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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 -
It's possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However, if...
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 -
It's possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However, if...
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#hope
#identity
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THIRD EYE'S THIRD PHASE GAZE OF THREE IN ONE (Fri., May 17th, 2024, Palm Springs, California)
third eye s
third phase gaze
of me in me
third eye s
third phase gaze
of three in one
third eye s
third phase gaze
of me
now so long
hid away
uninspired
disconnected
self suppressed
undone broken
vanished gone
third eye s
third phase gaze
of me
as one
all one
sensed and felt
by some
but seen lived
and truly known
by me...
third phase gaze
of me in me
third eye s
third phase gaze
of three in one
third eye s
third phase gaze
of me
now so long
hid away
uninspired
disconnected
self suppressed
undone broken
vanished gone
third eye s
third phase gaze
of me
as one
all one
sensed and felt
by some
but seen lived
and truly known
by me...
#acceptance
#choices
#confusion
#identity
#SelfReflection
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blind angle
your veiled nakedness
almost sacrosanct
unavailable and silent
washes my sore eyes
makes me tear up
your icy turpitude
cuts out my face
in bands of blue
unrecognizable and
little receptive to pain
your disruptive nudity
glues to the retinas
tears me silently
and is almost colorless
without any corruption
almost sacrosanct
unavailable and silent
washes my sore eyes
makes me tear up
your icy turpitude
cuts out my face
in bands of blue
unrecognizable and
little receptive to pain
your disruptive nudity
glues to the retinas
tears me silently
and is almost colorless
without any corruption
#despair
#identity
#sadness
#silence
#stars
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From the Desk of Doubt
I must be a demon
must be an angel
my name must have been Purgatory
in another life
and you must have been bored
to force me to take physical form
to force me to walk among these minor gods
dazed and confused
ashamed and blind
I think my blood is poison
is holy water
is something better drained from me
because I feel nauseous
I am sick
swinging between fever dreams and
nightmares that make blood run cold
this body rejects itself
sometimes I catch sight of a halo
hanging over my head ...
must be an angel
my name must have been Purgatory
in another life
and you must have been bored
to force me to take physical form
to force me to walk among these minor gods
dazed and confused
ashamed and blind
I think my blood is poison
is holy water
is something better drained from me
because I feel nauseous
I am sick
swinging between fever dreams and
nightmares that make blood run cold
this body rejects itself
sometimes I catch sight of a halo
hanging over my head ...
#depression
#identity
#religion
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I'm more than ..
I'm more than sex
I do other things
I'm an expert at trash recycling
Known far and wide
There will be a book
Followed by a film
Broadway show in the works
Giving lectures
In demand
I get recognized a lot
Get great tables at restaurants
It's thrilling
Pretty hot right ?
I do other things
I'm an expert at trash recycling
Known far and wide
There will be a book
Followed by a film
Broadway show in the works
Giving lectures
In demand
I get recognized a lot
Get great tables at restaurants
It's thrilling
Pretty hot right ?
#confessional
#identity
#myself
#StreamOfConsciousness
#TruthOfLife
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Self Absorbed, Slave to Time
Slave to big business
Handcuffed to an I-phone
I hate you and your kind
Guts burning
Late for his big tech meeting
Sweating through his shirt as he runs down West Ave to catch up with time
If he was asked if he ever thinks about his life he would tell you that he doesn't have the time
He's the type that gave at the office and doesn't want to get involved
This is the ultimate parasite to our remaining free world
Handcuffed to an I-phone
I hate you and your kind
Guts burning
Late for his big tech meeting
Sweating through his shirt as he runs down West Ave to catch up with time
If he was asked if he ever thinks about his life he would tell you that he doesn't have the time
He's the type that gave at the office and doesn't want to get involved
This is the ultimate parasite to our remaining free world
#greed
#identity
#money
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Collage 140 Z14 Industrial Art & Design
#collage
#art
#nyc
#artist
#lower east side
#barrio
#industrial
#power
#bold
#boxheads
#gouache
#recycled cardboard
#lightweight
#heavyweight
#full stop
#art
#nyc
#artist
#lower east side
#barrio
#industrial
#power
#bold
#boxheads
#gouache
#recycled cardboard
#lightweight
#heavyweight
#full stop
#art
#identity
#LifeCycle
#power
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Body Dysmorphic Disorder
Grief
At my body
How it’s grown
Aged and wrinkled
Sagging sacks
Of skin hanging
Hunched over
Half alive eyes
Trying to block out
The voices inside
Trying to avoid
Trying to withstand
My judging mind
Words in my head
Scars on my arms
And on the rest of me
Once reminded me
Not to eat
Now I have cellulite legs
Rolls on my back
Stomach’s protruding
Self control I lack
Binge eating
My worries away
Consequences
I now pay
My body...
At my body
How it’s grown
Aged and wrinkled
Sagging sacks
Of skin hanging
Hunched over
Half alive eyes
Trying to block out
The voices inside
Trying to avoid
Trying to withstand
My judging mind
Words in my head
Scars on my arms
And on the rest of me
Once reminded me
Not to eat
Now I have cellulite legs
Rolls on my back
Stomach’s protruding
Self control I lack
Binge eating
My worries away
Consequences
I now pay
My body...
#EatingDisorder
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#SelfHarm
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Never Wasting Away
I'm never wasting away
My time in the world
Of free verse or rhyme
Here I am replenished
Given clarity and strength
To carry on in a way
That simply is spot on
With words I'm never wrong
My time in the world
Of free verse or rhyme
Here I am replenished
Given clarity and strength
To carry on in a way
That simply is spot on
With words I'm never wrong
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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This man, ? No, Man
The road to humanity is strewn with thorns, spikes, with shards of bloody resistance,on
our chest we must creep to get to its heart, to which the roads are even paved with stark rejection,
merciless actions, irresponsible objections, and denial of the clear facts,,mindset fallacy and foremost false pretense..
And to the soul, the road is much more hard to follow, it passes over mountains
of patience, and across oceans of spontaneity, sail counter the flow of the actual
current,.......turn the hours back to original initiation..the soul is the...
our chest we must creep to get to its heart, to which the roads are even paved with stark rejection,
merciless actions, irresponsible objections, and denial of the clear facts,,mindset fallacy and foremost false pretense..
And to the soul, the road is much more hard to follow, it passes over mountains
of patience, and across oceans of spontaneity, sail counter the flow of the actual
current,.......turn the hours back to original initiation..the soul is the...
#culture
#identity
#morality #tradition
#morality #tradition
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Number One
There is only one number
The number one
All other digits are cluttered
I have too much confusion in my life
In order to annihilate my confusion, my time wasting activities,
I must get to one after the smoke clears
She will be my only weakness
Like many instances, things are not always what they seem
Many weaknesses are blessings in disguise, clouds with silver linings
She is my weakness
She is my blessing
The number one
All other digits are cluttered
I have too much confusion in my life
In order to annihilate my confusion, my time wasting activities,
I must get to one after the smoke clears
She will be my only weakness
Like many instances, things are not always what they seem
Many weaknesses are blessings in disguise, clouds with silver linings
She is my weakness
She is my blessing
#confusion
#identity
#loneliness
#myself
#weakness
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