Best Individuality Poems
Be who you regally are,it might make people faint!
No need to match them,with social grease paint.
Each us are so superbly crafted,just look around.
Colors,hair types,body shapes,all do abound.
For everyone of us,at times life can be so tough.
Now that is the opportune time to strut your stuff!
“Dive for your dreams,” e.e.Cummings has said.
It’s time to be you, not hide under your bed.
We only have so much time-on this earth.
Yes, you can be you, with joy and endless mirth.
6/28/2023
We have brought this upon ourselves:
This virus, this egregore:
This cult of individuality.
Our right to die and bring others with us!
Truly an inversion of full potentiality:
Others live so we may make right.
The Sun shines on all, says the Teacher,
And vanity blows among its rays.
Like a mask covering a face, so the individual masks their community:
The community devoted to the rite of self-absorption and absolute dismissal of the Absolute
that is the ground beneath us all.
In the guise of a serpent, pleading to be left alone,
like the man behind the curtain, pulling the strings of our poem,
like a talking donkey, kicking us down the road,
this power and principality wants us to become I and all to be you
so it may survive another day, sacrificing us at the anti-altar
of death and decay.
No blood will flow – no life to be seen -
growing and growing, spreading its seed:
From west to east,
by the forces of materiality
and powers that be.
There’s a certain irony to it all:
We must as individuals overcome our idiotic being -
rather, be captured by the wonder of the other -
and come to the altar fully experiencing
the body and blood of the Other
fleshed before us, drawing our eyes
toward the gaze of an other.
~A Salute to Wind~
Ah, the wind in the trees!
Bends lovingly about to hug my knees.
And the whoosh of their leaves,
brings back multitudinous memories.
Of being sixteen on the back
of a hog,
And riding with a biker gang.
Clutching my boyfriend's strong back
so hard, I thought it might crack.
Or high winds in Chicago, their Arctic
winter, so fierce.
My daughter, just two, and oh so tiny!
Was nearly blown across icy Michigan
Avenue, blimey!
In those heavy downpours in San Francisco,
good Lord!
That not so kind wind contorted my giant
umbrella like a pretzel!
On hot summer nights, dear wind, is always
a loving delight.
Blowing the heat of the day away from
all of us.
Creating a wondrous, starry, cool California
night!
Ah, wind, with a mind of it own.
On that you can count!
I salute your freedom, bowing to no man and
cannot be bought.
Free to be fully you and going whence yoou
ought.
Without one judgemental thought!
August 21, 2019
WHY AM I HERE AND FROM WHERE DID I COME - INDIVIDUALITY
I am a lifespan.
The future goes beyond that.
Anyone gives him or herself one hundred years even when he or she lived only fifty.
I am a destiny.
I strive to continue on until my hundred years are known.
But, nevertheless, I live for peace and meaningfulness.
I am a schema – a base of knowledge that breathes to discover.
I am a journey partook to uncover things unknown.
I am life now, and I am here to acclaim my own.
I am a niche in the world.
I am imminently framed.
I am that that proclaims the existence of personal recourse.
I am a voice, a look, and an expression.
In years to come and not beyond that, life spans.
The future we are not.
We are here to create a better tomorrow.
Our destiny is not perceived.
We are our creators.
Life formed for meaningfulness.
Peace is an ideology to this.
But, we represent the philosophy of war.
In a time of conflict, our belief is we have the right to bear arms.
Understanding brings times of peace and a cold war.
We are a lifespan in endurance.
We are niches in the world of humanity.
We are equity and identity, which manifest individuality.
Life is only a span of time.
Our future is stated as: “Within ten years…”
We ask what we will achieve.
The future is infinite, and we are limited.
What sadness this may bring.
None, we are here as we are now, and the future belongs to life existence.
We are a lifespan within this medium.
Imminently, we frame.
We are proclaiming our own.
Our niche is defined.
Anyone gives him or herself one hundred years even when he or she may live only fifty.
Many bridges we will cross.
Life formed to structure.
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Penned May 25, 2015!
Whether you're white
or black, or biracial, or check "other"
love and accept yourself, because
despite your feet of clay, you're beautiful
and spectacularly unique.
Be comfortable in your own skin
but refuse to be a prisoner in it.
Be whoever you want to be
without worrying about...
what people think of you
Their opinion is irrelevant
Don't waste your time and energy
justifying yourself to anyone
Embrace your individuality
Embrace your foibles because...
they make you all the more human!
Writing Challenge 1, August 2019 - Just Write - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Date written and submitted: 08/11/2019
intolerable
individuality
anticipated
Expressing your individuality and uniqueness
It's strange to me, how people express their individuality and uniqueness by copying other people!
John Derek Hamilton
July 27,2016
Everywhere I turn its like watching robots walk down the street.
staring,watching scene by scene as they all walk in sinc constantly.
Like they're connected by a string,
and all their brains are being triggered by only one thing.
Being apart of the crowd.
Not wanting to stand out but simply, fitting in and keeping the voices down.
And I always think how?
How could you not see that you just blew every glorious thing you were meant to be away?
And now look what you are.
A copy? A follower? A creation already created? Like a statement, constantly restated? ----
----- Because although you were born to see, you are more blind than a person born with no visibility.
And maybe it started from fear or depression and now is followed by some strange obsession to be someone you're not-----
----Well if it is fear let me just say,
You should never let anyone else's words get in the way of who you were born to be
Because they don't define you,
You do-----
----Now my goal, isn't to change who you are, but more particularly the way you act and think because it's slowly taking over your body like its decaying from no originality. ---------
---- We were all made individuals, individualized.
and there's more to that than meets the eye.
if you could look in the mirror and see,
You were made original and beautiful no different than a,
race horse, flower or buzzing bee only that you are a human being.
made on earth for a reason
and once you see that your not the person standing next to you but the one staring back at you, you will see what i mean.
Really look and you will see that person,
the one you were created to be,
Originally
The dimensions of a human mind
Encompasses the vast universe in itself
Everyone of the humankind is indeed
A unique experiment in consciousness.
Then why are we bounded by norms
Welded by rules guided by forms
Moulded to be just like the other
Leaving the individual soul in a smother.
Killing the very element of existence
That gives us our own originality
A distinct feature, a cut out personality
Consisting of our virtues and fallibility
Is it not necessary? Think rationally
That we need to together celebrate individuality.
Individuality-noun, Total characterization peculiar to and distinguishing an individual from another.
In a word full of close minded ways and being yourself never stays. Change yourself for a peers embrace just to be accepted into a world of similarity. Why can’t anyone just be themselves? Give up your own ways to be seen differently from people who will never really see you the way you want to be seen. Everyone giving up what they believe in to have friends.
I think everyone should be themselves. Who should care what others think? You are yourself, always believe, no matter what you think, all they will do is deceive. Your life is your own, your time to see, no matter what you do the people around you will never act the way you think. Lie to you, stab you in the back.
I’ve had the unfortunate opportunity to see this personally. My whole life I had tried to be myself as much as I can, no matter how much of a reject, I spend my time around fake friends, who talk of nothing but girls, drugs or alcohol. All around everyone is associating themselves with fakes. Is it worth changing who you are for someone you don’t fit in with? High school is a complicated time, full of sociality instead of school. I believe finding yourself is what high school should be about, but in this time of judging people for who they are, how can someone decide who they want to be, when other people choose it for them?
I believe being yourself is the most important asset a person has. Being yourself means dressing the way you want to, talking the way you want to, acting however you want, without caring about the way other people judge you. If someone chooses to go out of their own way just to judge you for the way you are, then it just means someone has done the same thing to them. They are just treating you the way they are treated. Let people judge you just the way you are, because chances are they are the kind of person who just wants to be like you. Don’t let yourself be bullied over something as silly as your individuality.
In a world full of close minded ways; and being yourself never stays, why can’t we all just be ourselves? Instead of all one of the same? Don’t give up your own beliefs for someone else. Your life will be better off that way.
Each an every one
And only just one
Searches for a tune
That will make
only one song...
A situation
Infinite combination
Defines who we are
Practiced empathy
Human imagination
Peace and harmony
The fish swim in a clear, spring lake.
The bait is murder, poverty, war and insincerity.
Here come the neswspeople, your serenity to take.
Thus, we, the fish eat the bait and think that all the
world is pure insincerity?
News-ghouls, are our new gods that we so adore.
But it’s a cash cow for the press, don’t you see?
Negativity is our weakness, our sily love de jour.!
But it’s a cash cow for the press, TV, and we pass
it on to friends, do you see?
These omens of evil crawl over social media, fake
news channels, and more.
The solution is quiite simple,from them get a divorce!
Fill each daty, with love, smiles and tons of laughter
Play music, dance, and of your own life becone the source.
Laughter so loud, it literally rings from the cedar rafters!!
1/18/2024
Sleepy, droopy, green
She hangs, easy, in her tree;
So slow, forest dream.
An online site is, in no way, for the meek.
You must live in conformity, giving no cheek!
Worse, one must be a jolly gal. or smiling fellow.
Living in a pretentious world, all bubbly-mellow!
The masses loathe those, going their own way.
You must conform, or forego your right to play!
Writers must be individuals, and have their unique say.
To deny them this quality is indeed, a very tragic day.
8/15/2024
@Panagiota Romios