Identity Poems | Examples of Identity Poetry

They taught me to keep my voice folded like a handkerchief in my pocket, clean, unused, never to be raised, never to be loud. They taught me to sit like a question that dared not be asked, to smile like a mirror that reflects everyone but never itself. They taught me how to serve tea with trembling hands, how to laugh without volume, how to cover my chest with shame stitched by mothers...

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after Privilege of Being by Robert Haas A tipping point of too many are talking harshly. Down below, demon-dead in the unstirred inferno and perdition of animal thirsting are coiling one another's tails in response. They are honeyed vermillion and covered in trim the texture of hot picamar. They espy up all the time at the graceless rapture— ...

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Through the darkness Wonders through a summer rain Thunder and Lightning having surge Bringing the fire to ignite It became the feeling to write Compose with contrast Ideas full of memories A past life to share It was no time to just sleep Nightlight construct Letter by letter Alpha sentences made it better Sentences like tour guides Look to the left and right in observe Every word being...

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When God's fire burns so bright, It changes us into glorious light. His children now, His Name we bear, A love so deep, who can compare. By His stripes, we are healed, By His Blood, our destiny is sealed. Sons and daughters, strong we stand, Held within His everlasting Hand. Saved by grace, adorned in robes so white, Clothed in His Righteousness, shining bright. With...

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Pain can touch me if it had hands frequency of my name doesn't exist sew all the lost chances together one last time and forever. Who can take this from me? I am nobody, I am just the man, not even sure who I am, I will pour my self into this field, if you can guess the smell? So many different flowers, than...

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Only when my costume’s Been hissed at with steel Do my garments ripple in small, stormless waves. Only when my mask Has been greased in pale mud Do my blemishes blend with the sea of my face. Only when my hair’s Met a shower of glue Does it cow to the waves that my fingers might make. Only when my prop Has been sharpened in...

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The muse has no hushing. My voice needs no shushing, A baby boomer scribbling, At my brain, muse nibbling, Cool to create, Thoughts i relate, While world is yawning, I write in the morning, Verbose or terse, My muse here in verse!...

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They wake before the mist lifts in bamboo huts nailed to the spine of hills, children with feet toughened by stone, learning to climb before they can read. The school a distant building where the teacher comes twice a week, or not at all. Lessons written in a language that does not speak their names. A girl hums an old tune as she carries water...

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Where the bull plow The field makes green Full harvest show. A zealous hand Rejoice a home Supply not run. When you see green It means progress I see it gain. Agriculture Is the backbone Of a nation....

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Before the emergence of consciousness, we were a reflection of God. Afterward, unable to perceive identity through internal reflection, God became a reflection of us; consciousness splitting the mirror - two hemispheres asking: “Who are you?” But no mirror can reflect itself— so in that fracture, identity becomes alienated, externalized, 'Other'd; yet, even in this exile, human identity remains one facet of the Earth; a lens...

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A Car drove past, Radio screaming like it knew. Bird landed on a brittle branch, It doesn’t sing. Wind blowing leaves, But they don’t dance Colours are fading, Or is it blood? Are we bleeding? Everything is turning grey. It’s cold – I hold my breath. Where did the sun go? Misery never left, It watched, hushed. Streets are empty The...

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"By the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find," kindness is a necessary handkerchief: convex lips to meet mine with gentle understanding words that tenderize as a snarling babe sedated by mother's milk Please wait for me there never minding fallen appearances spider veins spindled in my corporation - bogus skins - depleted gums, haunted eyes Extend a posy, a...

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Sold on a cheapskate cheesing. Cupcaked' by a cheesecake reasoning. Kids, plenty for the Cakewalk. Kids, plenty to play Hopscotch. Kids, plenty of energy goes Non-stop. Disparaging remarks marked up by the Loudmouth loosened by fool-proof Foul Alchohol percentages. It's far too soon to start with those Remarks. Gliding by. Hiding behind our Rollercoaters' ropes. Ready to Ride, Side by Side, Since this high. Goodbye. Razor-sharp wit halved the delicate patience. Good...

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I run after a shadow, not quite mine, but one I want to be. Perfect in my eyes, not so perfect in others’. Trying to change because of judgment you’d never expect. In fact, it is true people whisper and hate. But years will pass, and they will learn their own flaws are just as clear. We all chase shadows, sometimes close enough, but some dreams aren’t meant to catch and that’s how...

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The extermination of my self-identity comes easy when taken from the tongue. Words hanging in the balance, breathe in the air in which they are strung. Wrap tightly around my neck, wringing the air out of my lungs. Infestation of the mind and of a heart so fractured yet so young. Carried deeper into a world of hate, so I let go of the...

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