Self Identity Poems - Poems about Self Identity

I cannot cry the tears that rise when my heart breaks. So I draw them as words. Each letter, a silent scream. I am a mute soul, my voice sealed in ink. My pages speak for me. I am the stillness between breath and ache, a quiet presence that tides through pain— not broken, but breaking open. I am a boat adrift on a sacred river, with a wound in my...

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My own reflections are making me weak, My own deceptions are making me bleak. My own honesty is making me a mockery, My own light is making me dark. It is taking me over; It has breached my cover. It is neither tremendous nor tranquil, I am consumed by my craving for whimsy. The tranquility it offers me— I am way above this...

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Looking in the mirror as I get ready for my day believing in myself to create the life I desire to live ...

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Growth comes suddenly Birthdays come as scheduled Find gold in yourself....

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Upon the stage of life, fair maidens dance, Their bodies stage props , they feign romance, With painted faces, and affected charms, They play their roles, and bear society's harms. Forced to conform, to the whims of men, They wear the mask, and hide their true yen, Society's rules, they must obey, And true identities, they must betray. But underneath the surface, lies...

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I am your worst nightmare and I haunt you as you sleep, Virtual strangers we, but with a bond that runs real deep, Although you do not know me I've been there throughout your life, And the pain that I inflict on you, it cuts you like a knife, I am your worst enemy, but still your loyalest...

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I want to be a strong and gentle lover, Who grows insatiably lovesick in sweet parting from the sticky sadness of summer. I want to be a beautiful bluebird, Who flew north faithful because of some splendid story he heard. I want to be silly, a fool, daft, a puzzling predicament, absurd! I want my life and my strife to...

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patched up. got all patched up, they say. running like a jack rabbit, ready to go. because here comes spring! here it comes! gotta get patched up and ready. hammering around my chest cavity, my hearts running like a jack rabbit, ready to go. it rattles so loud the underground can hear. way down under...

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I am Goddess _ I have created myself sexless _ therefore I am neither he, she, or it. I am called upon by many; however, the names you have given me are out of your need to express dominance_ for power is an unnecessary illusion driven by the lust to control. Control does not exist in...

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Self-Identity The large question mark points to a wish a longing to find our real Identity.. Not the identity we found in childhood years which lingers for most.. In years as children we discover a self separated and ready for a life with promise and color.. When this life sours when we intuit another identity seemingly out of reach our path of discovery need be continued.. Teachers and guides are there for us to...

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An insane System by any other name Should still be considered simply insane A prison by any other name Could well be the throne Of a primitivist's brain A lifestyle by any other name Would prefer to be called a "subculture" A truth by any other name May well be an early grave After passing around A bit of the blame - Do we...

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I'm a beautiful woman Turn me inside out and I will show you what I'm all about I love small children and dancing in there sentences is revealing they give me a smile and talk a mile and I think to myself I really wish they were on my speed dial Because when you get their attention They know you love them and they give so freely they love you back with no expectations what a blessing to be noticed by small children with their babble and their waves what's...

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I can’t be a human being All efforts went fruitless. ‘Being Human’ is now A day dream ! I turned into a stormy wind – a tempest Destroyed nature, devasted biodiversity Killed animals brutally. I transformed into a goblin, Feared to look at my shadow Feared to face myself, Always kept myself inside mask ! I’m a wretch humanity, they say. Now I’m roaming hesitatingly In quest of...

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Who am I? Why am I me? What will I be? How do I be me? Where is me? When is it right to truly be me?...

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Love is a word we want so desperately to believe, But it’s not reality because it only means what we want to mean. What a word so shallow with an illusion of meaning in a world so demeaning. Am I real since I can be whatever people want me to be? I can suddenly change everything in me. So do...

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