Identity Language Poems | Examples
These Identity Language poems are examples of Language poems about Identity. These are the best examples of Language Identity poems written by international poets.
S’il vous plait, Andres
Por favor, Lior
Danke Shoen, Hussein
Merci beaucoup, Lulu
Please and thank you
sound so good
For those who never use them
~ you really should!
Written and posted by
a real poet, no ai clone --
wary of erroneous people,
fake voices on my digital
phone – fear I may be one of
the few yet writing poetry alone
without the help of
some ai, futuristic drone
letting fall synthetic hits
and misses – parrot
droppings all the same,
really, ai poetry quite morally
lame.
We need to feel the cheer and inspiration of meeting
each other, we need to gain the courage and fresh life that comes from mingling of congenial souls of those working for the same ends
Quote by Josephine St Pierre Ruffin
Publisher and Journalist
We mingle with like minded people here
across this worldly spectrum we appear.
A melting pot of thoughts turned into words
each one unique, when passion has occurred.
Yes, writing is a solitary game
however when you think, we're all the same.
Our universal language when we write
when mixed together makes us all unite.
Therefore, we mingle in our hearts and mind
creative forces seen when we're combined.
We are our words when all is said and done
We bare our soul with each and everyone.
I do
believe in you
words you say, deeds you lay
everything that you are is true
I draw
A mortal I am without a doubt,
a chance of nature from which I sprout,
a blank from the past that never was,
a blank future into which shall pass.
like flickers of sparks blown in the night,
am a brief moment of life in sight,
like bubbles in rain that float and burst,
am flesh and blood that goes back to dust!
transience is wisdom of creation,
immortal not my expectation,
no pleasure of birth, no fear of death,
my sojourn on or under the earth.
qualify me not with names you give,
nor the relations with whom I live,
not degrees that I have earned in schools,
nor trade I did that have taught me tools.
I am a blank as nothing can be,
a soundless whisper is what is me,
the truth of my being makes me smile,
an inch is this life, then blank for miles.
Rubberneckin’ Double D’s
Some men seem to live for these
Pack a rack and watch the eyes
Summing up a super size
Curvy cutie’s leggy lank
Shoring up a well built tank
Catches glances everywhere
Take a seat and watch them stare
Rubberneckin’ Double D’s
Such a gift that aims to please
Silly boys, now don’t you know
One is more than what’s on show
colloquialism to say is quite the trick
tells where your from by words that you pick
with diplomas on the wall
my friends I appall
when I go fishing down at the crick
What we have, is inherent.'
A digital abberation cannot
Surpass its supremacy.!
Act..And it cannot be reversed'
Speak and it will be heard.'
Do not reign in your divine
Essence, people enact your
Choice.'
We each have a unique identity
Alteration is hopeless
The enigma is a conundrum
With the option of reshuffling
You cannot fight a fire
through an amazing sight to behold
In a completely emotional manner
Often, I would just stroll across vast deserts
Simply stay away from you
Yes, I will not have it any other way
I hope my eyes express all I can't say
Written: November 17, 2022
There I was standing at the Pearly Gates
I was so excited to learn my fate
First, they sat me down
On my head a crown
Then the question ~ What are your pronouns, mate?!
A life has passed; the years' account:
Was bravery shown at seasons' fount?
Was it a life made ever strong?
Did it show sense; did it know wrong?
Was purpose there to bear the load;
or did it take a different road?
Were daydreams, then, the sustenance,
and words that gave it arrogance?
Yet softness came with evening light,
borne on a wind that became night
And wisdom grew and cleared the sight
for pity to steal in with might.
Then words became the poet's slave,
and let the world their wisdom rave.
But were they brave at their last count?
Truth had become Brave's tantamount.
Identity
is about static being
Where integrity
grows around ecstatic becoming.
When identity
invites a healthy state
Then integrity
hosts a wealthy system.
Like day and night,
and ego and eco,
and left and right hemispheres--
neither wrong or right
without these courageous co-defining
curious double-boundary refining
others.
Equinox
of static dark/light boundary
And paradox
of ecstatic enlightenment becoming
read or write unbound
Bipolar stuck in self sin's retribution
despite dipolar expansion
through mutual wins of healing restoration.
It seems that Eden (Garden)
witnessed a split
a fork in our road
confusing all of us
re: our identity..
Am I the bodyself
unhappiness in time..?
Or..am I the unnamableSelf
Happiness out of time..?
Self/self:
self searching for Self
until at last self melts
as it shines in Self..
This mountainous discovery:
ending our search we locate
no..we become
no..we are
our only LIpurposeFE...!