Identification Poems - Poems about Identification

IDENTIFICATION mishaps moving   frantically in enchanting  shadows becoming     shapes contemplations perceived in complex   serendipity graffiti with innocent   creativity channelled with intention &coherence in manipulated   movements...

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Jazz piano scale skip quick notes implore me Siphon symphony verve blurred by saxophone sass Floated lilly pad leap frog spring legged surety Splats on brass buttoned soldiers dedicated amass Bulbous glass swirl burgundy grape stem bitter Absorbs oak barrel sentiment, forested persuasion Ace praise expires, a swiftly swallowed splinter Comical dive antics of cork fragmenting abrasion Dissolving Elizabeth, shabbily written...

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We rise from a stillness, our wind becoming all, before we touch in quietness our fall. moving youth against age, claiming the god of difference as our sage. Forsaking ownership as prayer of a kind, we run from our mortality, a fateful step behind. We move away or toward our stillness carrying thoughts that ought...

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Pardon me but aren't you -- Oh, no. You're not How foolish of me Please excuse But, say Wait a second Weren't you -- No, I guess not Sorry, my bad Ha! I've got it We met at -- Oh, no we didn't It was someone else Mea culpa What's that? You're my landlord? The rent's past due? ...

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What we are playing is the identification game. Sometimes I’m a tree whose branches are dancing in the wind Other times I wake up and I’m a bird singing; dancing to my own tune When I feel special I like to be the sun, unwavering and radiant, dancing together with the planets And when I’m home I like to be love; dancing...

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When you feel sad just leave rest Walk with silently with full of rest Don't try to find what is the best Just find what you are and why you are best Close your eyes andand just follow your heart You have eyes to see what are right You have legs which work...

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In relation to who we are, Defined by how we have been seen, Each time we decide what we mean, Noting life from behind a jar. The state of being near or far, Identified senses so keen, Fixated on life, as you ween, In hopes of creating your star. Created values are held dear, Accepted as your very own. These values often leave your peer Interested...

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As thoughts pass Through the filter of mind Some we catch, some dismissed Some are reinforced But none are ours Identification is the only sin There is no ultimate tally sheet But clinging will bring misery This pushed away That I like This will do, but that Id rather not see Identification is misery Nothing can be held By a fluid self Shapeshifting Is how we...

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