Identity Poems | Examples of Identity Poetry

I 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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Within this sanctum of breath and bone— ten trillion anchorites mimic their devotions. Bacteria threading blood’s vermilion rivers braiding holy water into the cathedral of now. Their alchemy transmutes starlight into the wine of existence— decanted from Orion’s mythical vine. Viruses— those threshold wraiths between being and unbeing— inscribe new verses in the living gospel of our chromosomes. Fungi a cappella in mycelial tongues through marrow’s moaning chambers decomposing resurrection from each small death we die. We are not hosts— but cantatas still composing...

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Ego cups have now been filled To the point of overflowing Confidence and power now heightened Fuel to keep ego’s growing! ...

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SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND RESTLESSNESS BEGAN TO SHATTER MY EXISTENCE BY WAY OF THE IMPOSTER HIRED BY SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND TO PERPUTRTATE FRAUD UPON ME SHE ATTEMPTED TO ERASE ME ERASE THE FACT SHE INSTALLED WIRES ON MY UNBORN CHILDREN BY REPLACING ME WITH A FRAUDULENT JAMAICAN DEALERS SLEEPING WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND...

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"Oh King Charles Philip Arthur George, how do I see thee? Let me count the ways... Tho' beauty is only skin deep, and in the eye of the beholder, or so we have been told, yours is more, it goes to the bone, a sore sight for eyes to behold, now you have acceded to the throne. As, like diarrhoea, it seems, it runs in...

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It's always seems cool to be fair; If YES isn't going to be a NO, Before it gets so unaware- How possible NO could twist YES to grow! Look for dominance, Doesn't define relevance But stages violence. It's never late to be so real; If SMILE will not be staged as a fierce FROWN, Before it lure mind to unseal- How tricky FROWN...

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Who am I I sometimes wonder Yesterday I was young Today I am old In May I was a social butterfly Come July I crave solitude One year I am smart The next my thinking is muddled What happened to me From one moment to the next Did my brain suddenly die Has my body given up Where did I go Am I two people Or one? I still catch...

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You’re tired, and you’re on your own. Stopping now won’t find you a home. Roaming the streets, searching for a safe place to sleep, Too scared of what strangers might think of you. Scared it’s always going to be this way. No one to turn to. No one to trust. The ones you called friends, the distant family— They betrayed you the...

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March Comes In Like A Lion Dandelion dance in the palm of my hand; a gentle bloom. I love my birthday flower. ...

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I can’t imagine how painful it is to be God. Trying your hardest to make a beautiful painting, only to have the characters you created complain and mock the world around them. Why does God let bad things happen to good people? Pretty sure you’d walk away from the canvas too if it spat back...

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Jews are aliens we return to mother ship relax wine and feast ...

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(HI-RITH) Hiraeth soul… A soul forever wandering, in search of a place that no longer exists, or maybe never did. Looking for a home that no longer exists. Yearning for a place to fit. Her soul crosses many planes of space and time. Her heart is searching for what feels like the divine. She searches and wanders. Her body way down yonder, stuck...

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She’s not me, She doesn’t have my name. Instant transformation, but chic jeans just don’t fit. It’s body chemistry, my scent on her? Rancid. Baby I’m a trademark, that’s just an impostor. I am the legacy. I know that’s what she’s after. Stop. There’s just no hustle. Dad I’m a rich girl now, mom you would be so proud. They all want to be me....

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Life is short they say So you better make the most of it But what happens When that's not the case for everyone Where there are some Who are constantly changing freedom Whilst simultaneously hiding in the shadows Hoping to see tomorrow So how can one live life to the fullest When the odds are stacked against you But...

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everyone wants women to be a sunflower; bright, tall, forever reaching for the sun. but honey, some of us are sprawling bushes filled with blackberries, hidden by bramble. some of us are mighty oaks, strong, secure with no intention of giving way. but the beautiful thing about blackberries is if you make your way through the bramble, and gently...

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