Best Identity Crisis Poems

It's complicated
The way she looks at him
Not the way it used to be
When he had held her gaze
She had expected to love him all of...

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He says he saw "(this nation's)
Identity sold and robbed by immigration..."
And I remember
My first day teaching at the border school
First one there that August morning
Cows...

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Identical twins, me and my brother
Got the same birthday, got the same mother
Don’t know if I’m he
Don’t know if he’s me
But I do know I’m...

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Stepped right through 
That hole in the wall
To find myself 
In her front hall

Hello is that you she said 
And I thought what the heck...

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Keep
Away from
Your concave mirror
Streaky, glassy identity
Faceless

©Drake J. Eszes
My 1st attempt in this form. I hope you all like. I read a description on what a...

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There was a time when tradesmen,
Like plumbers or mechanics, were all fulltime people.
But nowadays a tradesman has to do multiple tasks, 
Mainly because their number...

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Looking in this mirror
Wondering who it is I see
The face looks familiar
But it doesn’t look like me

I’m at a loss for words to describe who...

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Behold, oh my beloved!
Is there a hidden care
you would like to share,
with your not so gentle gaze?

Repudiating caducity,
your eyes portray
sustained excitement ~
still and restrained
whilst behind...

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My child, a baptism took place when you jumped into the river for my sake—Ringo

Just like her favorite character Alice, she dresses
A young girl named...

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Collaborative Chinese water torture
Dropping fickle whispers

Their foreheads pound with belittled grief.

Egyptian cotton tissues,
Coated in fresh aloe and waxy resolutions,
Torn asunder

Idyllic sonatas
Heaving identity crisis under bus,
One
Note
Off

An...

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Otto`s life is not
their British
sickular motto
Grue is his banner
left by his
blue-eyed Brit mom
left long by one of
those hated South
African Paki
His guilty pleasures
in Green Street have
no...

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CHRISTMAS AT THE CUCKOO'S NEST

Of all the holidays that come and go
Christmas is the one that we love best.
No matter how crazy, it just goes...

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A confused haiku
seeking help---
identity crisis


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By:kash poet

Contest:Haiku from the heart

Sponsor:Sydney~LeeAnn

**I think this is a CONTEMPORARY HAIKU.

(1)I have capitalised the title
(2)I have personified a haiku .
what else...

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There's an issue with people trying to deal with their sexuality and gender. It's been
like that since the day one man had pretended to be...

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Being culturally erased is a painless procedure,
take away the native tongue 
and communication cease
Unable to give expression of a horrific new reality
to another kindred soul...

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