Who Am I Poems - Poems about Who Am I

I'm a fearless warrior. Should I not kill? With my skill and will, I till every hill. Amidst moral rifts, I have my mission. I'm the monarch. I make my decision. Like lions and tigers, I show aggression. There is a progression in my vision. I am loyal like the domestic brutes. My virtuous deeds have their moral roots. I cannot afford losing...

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What gave me away? Was it my sway? Or my long limber limbs Like glasses with broken rims? Oh sure, wind has its way with me, But broken or uprooted, I’ll never be. Neither short, not tall, could be my description. My strength and elasticity, a better depiction. Cry me a river is your first hint, And for a second; I’m easily bent. Not a...

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This may seem lame. Let’s make it a game. I’ll give you a clue. You try to guess who. Proceeding my entrance by just a short while, Is often the presence or hint of a smile. Used sometimes by women, more often by men, Often, I start as a quaint little grin. I can also be hardy, and sometimes quite loud, And often...

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Being more open to others’ ideas Being helpful when I encounter the helpless Being loving when I see those that seem unlovable Being slow to anger when I feel I’m being attacked Being understanding when others make mistakes Being non-judgmental when people are different from me Being thankful for all that comes into my life ...

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The door swells in its frame each winter, paint curling like old tongues — still you press it open with a finger, leaving soft dents in the wood. Inside, the walls hum from hidden wires; plaster sighs under your barefoot weight. Every step — a loosened nail, a whisper of dust sliding down beams. The windows breathe in drafts, their single panes shivering; no storm...

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I would be the first to admit, And few would disagree, That I am no oil painting (Unless you include Edvard Munch) No one would look at me twice. And yet, she did. And she tells me she loves me, Every day. I suppose that old saying Must be true ...

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Calling To the I Am Alone and on my knees In a valley filled with death's air  His gift: Freedom in an endless expanse My prison's narrow walls collapsed  I walked in green meadows  Seeing the sun Calling Inspired by a prayer from the beautiful "Man's Search for Meaning" by Viktor Frankl....

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So proud i found you in the crowd...

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NIGHT FELL ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As night falls, the blue curtain of day is pulled back. I am able to see out of the window called ‘the sky’ to the universe, the cosmos beyond my tiny part of the world. I stand beneath the night sky somehow feeling closer to the truth of who I really am. whispers on...

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I wanted to tell you that I really am I wanted inform the public How could have we moved from the Plato, the Cave Through christian sect, and the Hitler, and else, the Republic Would you then respect my privacy Or will you demand from me You must be the self-sufficient You must real reasons see The monkeys don't have...

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Why do I feel so alone with so many people around, Everyday a smile on my face inside it's upside down, I cry inside everyday but haven't shed a tear in years, People say I always look happy my life's not what it appears Everyone lives two different lives,ones public the others at home Cuz after their day and...

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It was never my intention, not a conscious decision, to cause you any level of grief. Our give and take wasn’t as envisioned. Blindly, I let you fall between my gaps. It’s not right or wrong, but fact that I got lost in a thronged rhythm recovering from things life had given. You have always shone a warm light selflessly bright into my life. Stern...

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The Master is resource Not me I do my service for a fee I am neither client Nor workforce I ain't the source I am the Force I'm Source This faulty government of yours Attempts my Navy to coerce I'll use the force I swear I will use the Force And I won't have any remorse For this As such the function is Defense We bear not...

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They called it stone. We called it signal. The Great Pyramid— not a tomb, but a beacon, wired into the pulse of the cosmos. It stands at Portal 1313, its apex aligned with the 13th galaxy beyond Andromeda, where star councils whisper in light. Its limestone breathes geometry. Its shadow measures eternity. Our pineal gland, once unclouded, was the antenna— we spoke to Sirius, we dreamed with Orion, we danced across...

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I Am Hyperion So Tall, So High, I Take Flight He who goes Above, I Am the Light in the Twighlight I Am the Sun, the Moon, Illuming the Veils of Sight Ever So Luminous, I Illumine the Plights Soaring Upright, my Spirit Ever-Higher from a Spark to a Flame, now I Blaze in...

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