Identity Poems | Examples of Identity Poetry

We are inheriting Art and Arc Of trying to understand. How once, we were fingers, Born of the same common hand. Miniatures born into this land Of thought. Tactile each, and that ought, To have been enough. But, In the sound of each brushed whisper Overheard in the billowing clouds, We fought the thought Of the popular injunction. Loud as a newborn’s...

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Manila the Imperial City of the Philippines It is like a mirror reflecting itself What you see in Manila is you see the Philippines There you see high rise glass building The modern mask of modernity You see commercial establishment The breathtaking Mall of Asia The century old China town is here Manila is different for me I see Manila the old walled city I...

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Contest : The Prismatic Self Sponsor : Daniel Henry Rodgers Date submitted : 19/5/25 —————- “Contests around track, contests for followers, for best tasting wine, most exquisite architectural design ~ endless quests to become best versions of Self, sharpen mind, mould Soul to perfection, through which Divine can chime, new times.” Poet ————— Descend into Earth amphitheater unawakened, costumed, dire straits crows or...

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This time, Janice is wearing a priest collar and I’m the altar. She hisses when I open my Notes app during communion, calls me a heretic for spellchecking my trauma. I tell her my whole personality is based on being misquoted. She says no, babe. It’s based on needing a witness and a warning sign. Then she bites the rim off my coffee cup and whispers the...

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i flicker when spoken of glow in the breath you shouldn’t have wasted on apologies ash settles like snow on the bones of yesterday still warm if you press hard enough to blister i eat whatever dares to name me-- anger love home god you told me i burned too easily but you lit the match and called me beautiful beneath my skin a cinder waits i have never ended i have only gone quiet for now ...

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Stories, the invisible architecture of our becoming. Woven threads of whispered lore, of shouted headlines, of lullabies hummed in the dark. They enter us like breath, unseen, yet vital, settling in the marrow of our beliefs, coloring the lens through which we perceive. The hero's journey etched onto our aspirations, the villain's shadow lurking in our fears. Love stories that define our longings, tales of betrayal that...

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Exhausted played out past the point of no return and yet while I have breath there's a will and still the fire within shall burn but what with all the crooks connivers cheats con men shuckers and jivers it's a wonder such a sensitive soul as I is here now and how quite aliver tho' neither nor big or small nothing at all...

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FORGE AHEAD Forge ahead, spines are steel anger, tragedy, treachery heal betrayal merely a step on ladders Golden Age arises, Kali Age passes fragrant oysters in Bloomsbury Blue manifesting pearls for specific rings bring garlands, soulfully sing Dark was the night facing polished daggers, fists tight Herculean shoulders held mirrors seeing shadows in hot quivers they were mere simulation games for false egoic fame Enmeshed...

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Emergence And Layers Everyone has layers Unknown layers… are mysteries of your soul Peeling back layers brings you closer to your core and soul Revealing your core shines light on your soul Your core and soul emerges for others to see and feel You are known… Sherry Barton ...

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Vying for Dominance … 16 is hard enough for anyone navigating adolescence… my 16 wasn't “typical.” …16, I simultaneously experienced a trifecta of physical, emotional, and mental illnesses, fueled by an onslaught of catastrophe and epic proportions. This doesn't include the onslaught of hormones that were dumped into my body… Add in sexual molestation, it was...

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How do you heal from your past? How do you change the events that formed you? I can’t forget my past, It will forever linger with me. Who I am is not who I was, And who I am is not who I want to be, I look in the mirror and think to myself, Is this really what people see? ...

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ABYSS Abyss, a Place of Redemption solace space curling then unfurling here we sail drowsy dark seas no boats or oars, unaccompanied converse with walrus and whales black shimmers silent, we brook it Abyss, a cloak of protection as alchemy distills gross, grime, goo a thousand fingers unseen sew broken pieces of Life, loosen patronising hooks Angels of ...

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I always kept my dreams buried deep within, Making sure hope was meticulously protected by skin But you chiseled your way in and showed me what could have been So now all i'm left with, is having to take it on the chin I was okay, you know? With my incandescent glow. Before you convinced me that no, That is not...

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Feet walking with direction and decision Mouth speaking sweet words Not riddled with derision Heart beating for pure love With no malice or spite Eyes seeking and finding acceptance With no attachment of wrong or right Ears listening for a moment of bonding Not tools for inspection Head held high with pride, positivity, and deep reflection Forbidden...

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