Identity Self Poems | Examples
These Identity Self poems are examples of Self poems about Identity. These are the best examples of Self Identity poems written by international poets.
All hail the sovereign individual
The one and only
Self who is themself
Not their race, or sex, nationality
Or any other kind of identity
Just themselves, being themselves
Being consistently what they are
Even when they change.
Hail the individual,
Hold them high, give them air
Because they are an endangered breed.
(9/28/26)
Not of Earth's people.
I am simply an alien.
Body so broken
For being my own person.
I'll always be outspoken.
if I were not me
who else would you be
my thoughts slip away
your memories fray
let’s go plant a tree
The truth, the passion, and the Poet
Ridin' high, the truth is told, passions and poet collide,
Igniting the shadows with fire and light!
My heart is open, free to decide,
I break to the open and soar with the bold!
Passions collide with the woman I know,
The fire is rising, I let it ride,
No longer walking with stories untold!
I've crossed the wild and rocky range!
The fire is lit and I let it glow!
My heart is free and it feels so strange,
Untied from the stories of my former age!
Passions collide as the high winds blow!
Feeling the heat as my fires rage!
On top of the world I fly,
With every heartbeat I feel the pride,
Kissing the past a sweet goodbye,
The truth, the passion, the poet and I!
— Debra
BEING OF DIVINE DESTINY
Just look at you; doubt not yourself.
The mere mirror reflection of the external you,
Can not match the beauty, grace, and warmth
That so radiates from deep within your being:-
What’s within you is the “spitting image”
Of what God has willed true beauty to be:-
No longer ever doubt who and whose you are;
For you are a child of God, who can’t be doubted:-
Though you may not yet have become your will,
Remember, time is in the will of Almighty God;
And from time immemorial, His will has been done
Thus, be not disillusioned: divine destiny coming:-
the forest is tree filled
but there is an isolation unsettling
a fragility disorienting
due to lack of humanity.
The solitude in nature is overwhelming
and sense of self slips,
identity vanishes,
dissolving, fading
into the silence
of the forest.
Our outer shell roars like a lion while our insides are sheepish
“To fust in us unused.”
Hamlet
Who fusts deep within?
Who raised hand as child
yet never chosen
so simpers in the
silent, sleepless hours.
If sought,
hides as fetal’d child
under the covers
of consciousness.
Who, in lieu, grows within?
And now appears as
an apparition
when asked.
More, what should we do
with the empty womb
within all
that cries out
for conception?
"Every time I catch a glimpse of you, I wonder... when did you start looking so much like me?"
"Every time I steal a look at you, I see so much of myself staring back."
“Here is the negation of time, untime, and even the atom of fire, but no negation of the absolute Truth. Why dost thou, who art the identity in all, grieve in thy heart?”
We as Self have no attribute,
neither attachment nor desire,
yet breath by breath as we reboot,
we are the light that sparks heart’s fire.
The power of bilocation,
positions the Self everywhere,
bliss beats spurting heart’s elation,
as pure awareness self-aware.
Nickname by any other name
Ofttimes original and ovation-worthy
Most meaningful to proud bearer
Defining individal core and essence
Expression flaunted to the world
Poetic paintbrush signs an alias
Lingers an aura of identity
Unconventionally wanting to be memorable
Misnomer guided by a metaphor
Explicit or enigmatic nom de plume
AP: 1st place 2026, 2nd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
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Honest, loyal, creative and a busy body
Daughter of Edith and Armand
Lover of fine arts, passion and integrity,
Who feels love, happiness and serenity
Who fears hypocrisy, betrayal and cruelty
Who would like to see harmony, peace and solidarity
Resident of Ottawa, Ontario
Gauthier
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
i didn’t mean to stay this long,
but peace like this just feels too strong.
the air was warm, the world stood still,
for once, my heart was mine to fill.
i used to chase what wouldn’t stay,
but found myself along the way.
the sunset’s glow, it made me see,
the calm i want is born in me.
The ‘I-thought’ separates us from the heart,
assuming an identity distinct,
which causes pursuit of desires to start,
resting only when our soul is love inked.
Melding head with the heart, poised in the void,
the light of Self then is all that remains,
whence no longer by ego thoughts decoyed,
free from delusion, heart’s cleansed from all stains.
To reclaim the light which is always ours,
nothing need be done save remaining still,
whence divine magnetism heals our soul’s scars,
on surrendering to God, egoic will.
As we become the all, there is no wall ~
All that that is, is a benign bliss squall
Dimensions we can see,
Two-D, three-D imagery.
Dimensions we can feel.
Is love a line, or space, or real?
Slow movements in our minds,
Seeing spaces light can’t find.
Like dreams that feel so true,
Why can’t we live in space where we are free too?
Where light and music calm our souls,
Where silent darkness lets the mind grow whole.
To feel what it’s like to simply be,
A journey through our history.
Flavours, smells, and sights of where we’ve been,
Though no memory can be found or seen.
Yet in the heart we know the truth:
The space we fill remains as proof.
When flesh and bone return to dust,
Something remains of us—
Something we set free
To live in space eternally.