Best Identical Poems
"Identical Rhyme"
by: Eric L. Boddie
In the country, hogs eat slop
In the city, women like to shop
And really, where do stereotypes stop
Where do the lie and the Truth clash
Why must only just a few control all the cash
And why do some inquiries have to appear crass
Is it all in a scheme
Magnified by the virtual stream
And why can't some things be as they seem
It could possibly be because of a hidden payer
Or maybe through some fantastic action of a player
And, for that, you must know that anything is possible through Prayer
That's the daily action that should never end
Because it allows God To Extend
And Enter The Spiritual Engine
Pumping His Way through that which we bleed
So He Can Hold us tighter than a baby's hair bead
And we will Ascend To A Heavenly Breed
We grew up listening to the same conversations
We were introduced to the same ideas, and ideals
Our background was absolute and firm. Christianity is the only way
Daddy did not agree, but Mom ruled us twins and our world
We both married young, my sister settled in a similar place
Where people believed in one way, one opinion, one language.
They did not worry about Kwanzal, Chanukah or New Age views
They were content, and agreeable with each other.
I attended psychic fairs, studied the tarot, runes, spirit animals
I was beginning to agree with Daddy’s “odd views” He can astral travel.
Mom would say things like this to him as he left for his pretend church
“Say a whoopee doo for me, but don’t drink the Kool-Aid.”
My sis has different spiritual beliefs, different ideas, and diverse values.
My social page is filled up of Republicans, Democrats and Liberals.
Her social page is full of hatred for all Democrats and all Liberals.
And me, her identical twin sister, the most liberal person on the planet?
We used to be extremely close, enjoying the same things.
We raised our children in different ways, and we rarely speak.
I adore her, and I know she loves me
We used to share our ideas and our life daily.
Now we barely talk once a month.
And I am the one who dials the phone.
It is rather sad.
Identical Twins
Time is passing
Life is fleeting
We will all be memories
Some day
We bid them farewell
Those we have known
With no compensation
For broken hearts
Each life has known us
Though we are strangers
Your eyes are so similar
To those I loved
But you are leaving
As I am expiring
We are remembering
The faces lost
I did not know you
You do not know me
Identical twins we
Of diverging lives
Each love we have known
No different from those
Exquisite beauties
We held in each other’s hands
I don’t know why
You can’t see, you are me
The same reflection
On an alternate page
Just as much passion
No less the grief
Our tears are counted
By our hearts beat
Part of the ocean
Our love is remembered
Part of the ocean
Of humanity
Time is fleeting
Life is passing
We will all be memories
Some day
Being an identical twin means you do not have a name
For the first eighteen years of your life but keep your happy heart.
You are called “Hey, you, Twin!” or “Stone Twin!”
Except by your friends who are amazing and can tell you apart.
I could not wait to leave home, so I could wear my own stuff.
My identical twin wanted to dress identically, this was so tough.
I could not wait to get out the door and be called my own name.
I did not tell anyone I had a look-alike, who looked exactly the same.
Now we are older, and we get a kick out of dressing alike.
It takes us hours of deciding, because we can rarely agree.
I like clothes with words, a motto, or moral, or a monster on a hike.
My twin likes to wear florals, old people clothes that irritate me.
We have a twin laugh that is creepy. Our whole family rolls their eyes.
This laugh starts out loud but after a while turns silent, which is cool.
Silent laugh, our children say, not understanding or able to surmise.
That twins have a sense of humor that follows no sense or rule.
Trixie and Blixie were identical twins.
Darling little girls.
Hazel eyes.
Big puffy shoulders.
Magical pearl-laden dresses, made by their mother, who was a wonderful seamstress.
People on the street would stop her.
“They are so cute!” they would say.
“Do they speak?”
“Are they exactly alike?”
This banter delighted Blixie.
Almost as much as it pissed Trixie off, especially in the preteen years.
I have a voice, Trixie would think loudly. I CAN TALK, YOU IDIOT!
Her mind would shout.
Being half of an identical twin duo meant Trixie
Was allowed to have a voice, which she never used,
Because she would have been severely punished,
Because Rock Twin’s mother was smart enough to
Know how honest she was willing to be.
But Trixie and Blixie never had a NAME.
Which did not seem to concern Blixie in the least; she actually thrived on that.
“Oh, here are the Rock Twins!”
“They are so cute!”
“They are exactly alike!”
“Can you tell them apart?”
Blixie loved this twin crap.
She wanted to wear the sanctimonious twin dresses to school every damned day.
Trixie wanted to burn them.
Trixie would get dressed in purple flower,
Twirl around Blixie, so she would know
What to wear,
Then two seconds before they had
To leave the house, Trixie would run
In the back door and put on pink
Lollipop dress, knowing Rock Twin Mom would
Never let Blixie back inside to change
Because then they would be late to school.
And that never happened at their house.
Since the age of 3 months, Trixie really really really really wanted
An identity.
Some sort of acknowledgement that she was an individual, not a pair.
And to this day, Blixie wants to be a Rock Twin.
So if you are the one saying “Oh, here come the Rock Twins,”
Or “Hey, Rock Twins, want a ride?”
Please don’t. And if you think identical twins are just alike, I just wasted time on this stupid poem.
I thought she was insane
I think my world is about to
I thought she was full of her self
I think the world insists
I thought she was villain
I think she was too hurt, so she rebelled
I thought she mumbled nonsense
I think she preserves her peace
I thought she was stubborn
I think she might be right
I thought I would never understand her
The fact I do
I thought she made reason and reasons
I think I made the same denial
I thought I would be nothing like her
I think I am wrong
She's what made her
What's hers resemble on me
We're just identical laces
Which jumbled in a massive and realistic slipknot
Identical twins, they have a crisis
Look-alikes, neither is known for niceness,
Terry writes his poems
While his brother ho-hums,
And neither one has joined up with Isis.
An h/t Terry Flood's "Identity Crisis"
Written November 26, 2022
[Terry is one of the most humorous
writers on Poetry Soup.]
I'm ecumenical...
Every Religons Identical...
Humans using lies to create principles...
And inflict cynical acts...
Like having a preclinical past...
These individuals mask....
The syntripical math...
Changing compounds...
Near swomp Grounds....
You stomp down...
And ask for Freedom....
In this Cancer Region...
This is the Actor Legion...
Where even the Pastor's Bleedin...
The Children of society...
When The hill ends will you Climb With me...
To a place like Eden...
Beyond your Fake white dreamin...
I spend Nites screamin...
My self to sleep...
While Trying To help the Sheep...
Cross The Gate...
I get Lost in Faith...
So i stop and Wait...
For God; He's Late...
I've been Stuck in Hell....
Blind and Touchin Braille.....
Trying to Find My way Back to Earth....
I have to Work...
As a Slave to Ghoasts...
I can Brake the code...
And Save the Homes...
Before natural Disaters.....
Because I'm a Casual Master...
Glairing In the Shadows...
While Stairing @ The Battles...
Humans engage in...
Confused With the Games end....
We created Religon...
As Mission...
To Fit in....
The Universe....
And use this Worth...
To accrues What hurts....
God can't save me
Shackles and chains
Clouds consume my brain
Who holds my identical voodoo doll?
A santanist? A masochist?
They know my thoughts
They can read the way I feel
They enjoy my pain because they know it's real
They've sewn my mouth shut and ripped out my stuffing
They've cut out my eyes and stolen my hands
And it's all part of there sick little plan
To ruin me and the tiny bit of perfection in my life
They've stolen my sanity
They've stolen my strife
Now only if they would end it all
They love to watch me suffer
I wish they would just tear me apart
It's all just getting rougher
The nights have become shorter
The days have become longer
And while my skin bleeds,
To save myself I no longer bother
Form:
Great T-rumposaurus meanus!
Adolph and Don share a genus
With teensy wiener
Was Hitler meaner
Or Trump with his weeny p-e-n-i-s?
Are you identical twins? The school teacher asked.
I am not impressed, slightly stuplified and aghast.
They are boy and girl twins, you idiot I want to say.
But I have used up all of my insult quota until next Wednesday.
My identical twin sister came to school with me once
Many moons ago.
We wore the same clothes, and the same socks and the same shoes.
Only our underwear was different.
I had her walk through the cafeteria, then I joined her.
This made quite a stir.
One hundred and eighty-four wound up screaming children.
Almost as loud as the school secretary when she met my sister
Not knowing I had an IDENTICAL twin.
One of my favorite children jumped out of his seat, an absolute no-no at lunch
And ran right to us. The principal who had come out to try and tamp them down glared a bit,
It stopped him not a whit.
“Two Mrs. Krutsingers!” he yelled, clapping his hands.
I laughed.
My sister did not.
Uh-oh. A clue.
“Which one is which?” I asked him.
“Easy,” he replied, pointing to me. “You are the REAL Mrs. Krutsinger.”
This pleased me greatly.
Was it my shining personality? My terrific rapport? My exuding kindnesses?
“How do you know?” I asked him.
“Caps on your teeth,” he said smugly.
And he was right.
I smiled too.
Never underestimate a second grader’s ability to
Truth you to reality.
There go the Brown twins, the Brown twins.
Hey, Brown twin, want a ride?
Hey, Brown twin, how does it feel to see double?
He, Brown twin, do you chew Double Mint gum?
At first as a twin, you are a novelty.
You either like the attention or despise it.
I loved it in kindergarten but despised it in first grade.
In kindergarten we were smaller and got carried around by classmates.
She’s my new confidante
A workmate in school
Her cuddly attitude
Thought she is cool
We talk about heartbreaks
Laugh our foolishness
We think about problems
Find our happiness
We’re pretty identical
Like old best pals
We can sense everything
Feeling same like cool gals
We’ll hold it till end
Till we made it so far
We’ll be in an endless trip
Catch those little stars!
Two identical twin sisters, Mary and Sue
Wiggled their way to maturity
As twin sisters often do
Passed notes in K-5, then their
Grades took a dive, in high school
Which they slept through
More dead than alive
So to community college they went
Part of a big tent of immigrants
Flunk-outs and folks who rent
There they shaped up, earning all A's
Entered the 'Big U' at the end of the day
Where all their friends were bi, trans or gay
But they managed their courses to pass
And swish-boom-bang-fast
They got married and each had two kids
When as so often happens to sister twins
They wondered with silly grins
"What kind of pickle have we put ourselves in?"
We really aren't happy, and our hubbies are sappy
Our kids wear us out, all their pissing, so crappy
We don't even know if we're straight or we're gay
"We'd better start over,"
That's what they said
So that's what they did
Passing notes to each other
As sister twins identical often do
~ Oh, brother!