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Identity Self Poems

These Identity Self poems are examples of Self poems about Identity. These are the best examples of Self Identity poems written by international poets.

My soul was killing my flaws

I look at my soul killing its flaws. I appreciate it and let it do so. But when I came back to earth to show

Categories: self, deep, desire, imagery, imagination,

LABOR OF LOVE THOUGHTS ON AWARNESS OF THE NEEDS OF SELF AND THOSE OF OTHERS

LABOR OF LOVE THOUGHTS ON  AWARENESS OF
THE NEEDS OF SELF AND THOSE OF OTHERS 

Hey there, where you are now, I feel more than

Categories: self, encouraging, identity, introspection, life,

The Circle of Knowing

The circle turns, its edges smooth
A line that holds, yet... a line that soothes.

Its center still, its purpose clear
A timeless truth that gently... draws us

Categories: self, education, identity, life, muse,

The Fear Of Being Alone

If your behavior is a reflection
     of what others say you are,

Categories: self, fear, feelings, identity, introspection,

Tat Tvam Asi - That Thou Art

when identity recedes
heart lotus blooms and love leads 
bliss pheromones then mingle
making our soul’s eye single

in time we become the flame
whence we’re no longer the

Categories: self, spiritual,

Desire driven ascent

Our identity within existence,
which reworded, simply means the ego,
pursues narrow goals, which is resistance,
to attachments we are loathe to let go
and therefore truth of Self

Categories: self, spiritual,

Jack 171

Jack 171	27 May 2025

I’m Christopher Columbus, exploring my mind, because no one else has
I’m precise, when rambling on, towards the point
I’m simple, while being extremely

Categories: self, anxiety, introspection, mental health,

Jack 155

Jack 155	10 Mar 2025

I met my younger self today

He insisted it was at the pub

He needed to be comfy and had much to say

I declined

Categories: self, identity, introspection, me, poems,

As I Slam Arthritic Hands Into A Broken Keyboard, Nobody Can Hear Me Screaming

In a rather egotistical
and pathetic attempt
to immortalize myself,
in something I lost,
everything.

And now that I’ve burned
all of my bridges and I’m drowning,
the only thing I have

Categories: self, 10th grade, 11th grade,

A black girls stance on self love

A black girls stance on self love 
Is one not often understood 
One that take years of healing 
One that understands the process of feeling

Categories: self, discrimination, joy, mirror, prejudice,

Multiplicity of the Self

Man 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

Categories: self, confusion, identity, irony,

Not Feeling At All Myself Today

I'm not feeling at all myself today—
I see a sea of selfies. 
adrift in a mirror maze,
floating as reflections that are lost 
in a hall

Categories: self,

March Comes In Like A Lion

March Comes In Like A Lion 

Dandelion dance
in the palm of my 
hand; a gentle 
bloom. 

I love 
my birthday 
flower.

Categories: self, 10th grade, 11th grade,

Hiraeth soul

(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

Categories: self, angst, appreciation, deep, identity,

Trained Professional

After 63 years of smiling 
You might say I’m a professional 
I don’t know when I smiled for the first time
After all I was a

Categories: self, abuse, angst, betrayal, identity,