TrappedI’m a rat trapped in a cage. Spinning my wheel round & round forever. The days don’t start & the days don’t end. I just exist & at the same time I don’t. It makes me wonder if phantoms are real & if they are is this how they feel? Like they’re floating outside reality....
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Categories:
identity, anger, angst, anxiety, emotions,
Form: Free verse
A black girls stance on self loveA black girls stance on self love
Is one not often understood
One that take years of healing
One that understands the process of feeling
Because in a world that shoves hate down our throat
You can't be surprised when we swallow the bare minimum
The relationship between a black girl and herself
Is one not...
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Categories:
identity, discrimination, joy, mirror, prejudice,
Form: Free verse
Our Changeless Nature(“Before the Door”, 2023, original encaustic)
Our Changeless Nature
Within all the changes of this life
All the particulars of who we are
What we do and know, and don’t know,
Is something that isn’t a thing
Isn’t caused and conditioned
Thus changeless and permanent.
There is only one way to know this nature
And that is for ourselves,
Once it has been pointed...
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Categories:
i am, identity, spiritual,
Form: Narrative
A Veil of Wounded Pride
In every thing he found a joke
at every one he took a poke
While himself hid deep inside
a fragile veil of wounded pride
One day the veil, ripped...
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Categories:
hurt, identity, mystery, pride,
Form: Couplet
World of dust
What if every soul has no where to go?
What if when we die our souls take flight?
What if they take the form of something we hurt or killed before?
What if the next time round your killer is you or the other way round?
What if that wasp that stung you has a soul too?
What if...
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Categories:
identity, creation, death, earth, future,
Form: Free verse
The Cry from AustraliaI am the voice
Of the first breath upon this land.
I am Aboriginal —
And I have wept since 1788.
When they came,
With boots that crushed our soil,
And eyes that did not see us
As human.
They called us beasts
Because we danced with the wind,
Because our skin kissed the sun,
Because we spoke to the rivers
And the stars knew our names.
They...
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Categories:
identity, anger, culture, depression, holocaust,
Form: Free verse
Alice was never a girl
They called her Alice,
but perhaps her true name was Smoke,
rising slow and silent
from letters never sent,
from altars crumbled beneath
the cold gaze of forgotten saints,
from lips that kissed her only to still her breath.
She did not fall.
She transcended.
There is a sacred difference,
between shattering
and choosing the void.
She stepped beyond the back of her own reflection,
where silver fractures...
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Categories:
identity, myth,
Form: Free verse
Multiplicity of the SelfMan is a jumble of contradictions,
I know, a hard nut to crack!
So unfathomable, so mysterious-
at once a Satan and an angel.
To the outer world I am someone.
But in the well-guarded cellars of my privacy
aren’t I different~
hiding my innards to light, as every other man?
Am I not a masked player in life’s pantomime?
At times, I...
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Categories:
confusion, identity, irony,
Form: Free verse
Shiver Shake Not : Song
pretty or slippery are not my names
no time for docile dolly games
peaceful presence my authenticity aims
ascension not something timidly tame
Chorus : shiver shake not, I have nothing to hide
flowing with life’s lovely tide
if you cannot bear scars and shadows
go elsewhere to see what flavour marrows
sure I hold open portal doors
when lightning...
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Categories:
identity, character, emotions, encouraging, extended
Form: Lyric
Againenslaved to the cyclical void,
abused, confused, and paranoid
of that endless—(somber schema)—
cyclical void, enslaved to the?
sheer gravity and that friendless
somber schema.—Of that endless
wicked, whirling, said wanton wheel
and that friendless, sheer gravity
of motion which sent atwirling
said wanton wheel, wicked, whirling,
hurtling through hell? a meager twitch
sent atwirling of motion which
shook all things fused.—And all this spell:
a meager twitch,...
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Categories:
creation, death, destiny, identity,
Form: Quatrain
naked gunThere once was a man who loved guns
With women he hit no home runs
He'd whip out his round
And shoot it outbound
While wishing to target their buns...
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Categories:
anxiety, fantasy, identity, men,
Form: Limerick
In the Shadow of the ChalkboardIn halls where silence speaks louder than words,
I stand, a beacon amidst the unseen.
Their gazes, sharp as unspoken swords,
Pierce through the facade, where I've always been.
Once, my voice resonated with pride,
Now, it's drowned by murmurs and disdain.
Yet, I endure, with dignity as my guide,
In a place where respect is hard to attain.
But within me, a...
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Categories:
identity, august, bullying, discrimination, racism,
Form: Quatrain
Shirley Temple RoundelComeback-Shirley, starting early,
I'm the sparkle that teases night.
Worship, the Madonna baby!
Comeback-Shirley
Foam hair curlers set loose coils tight.
Strawberry cheeks, fans wish to see.
Appearances, tilt the glass right.
Put your sugar bowl out, missy.
The world shall call you its sunlight.
Stolen cradle, aren't you in glee?
Comeback-Shirley...
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Categories:
identity, celebrity, child, childhood, history,
Form: Roundel
TessJust now I’ve met somebody beaux,
whom I perceive to truly glow
—(oh! anxiety—oh! fitful fret!)—
Somemany beaux (just now I’ve met!)
has flicked a spark of gaiety
O’! Fitful fret! O’ Anxiety!
for outfits worn—For, mask and mark
of gaiety has flicked a spark
to illumine a free soul born
for mask and mark, for outfits worn,
and who’d begun “woman”.—Hu(man?):
A free soul...
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Categories:
identity, beauty, confidence, freedom, gender,
Form: Quatrain
The Things I Never BuriedI never buried certain names,
They lingered like a scent in air.
I whispered them through window panes
And found them waiting everywhere.
I never buried childhood roads—
The ones I walked with bleeding knees.
They live inside the softest odes
And bloom like ghosts among the trees.
I never buried what she said
The night the silence broke our bed.
Her voice still echoes...
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Categories:
identity, childhood, emotions, mirror, prayer,
Form: Rhyme
Specific Types of Identity Poems
Definition | What is Identity in Poetry?
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