Identity Poems | Examples of Identity Poetry

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 baby for a while My parents didn’t take many photos of me I was the second child so I guess the novelty had worn off. Sometimes a full toothed grin Followed by uncontrollable laughter Isn’t...

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For the story I would ruin it— just to write it. I'd be ruthless, less private, shape up my front porch, sharpen these claws on concrete images— metaphorically speaking imagine how to re-frame bad guys, wrench in a plot twist, unmask villains' masquerading makeup— maybe even find myself....

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Some crooks are dumb as they come, these thieves should get what they deserve as they won't go so very far now they're done taking a ride in the stolen Police car... with, 'To Protect & Serve Dial 911,' printed on the side. When the judge asked them, 'Why?' and stressed, 'It's best if you confessed.' The wiseguys both admitted, while facing five to seven, (have...

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JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY AKA JOY Y JONES THIS IDENTITY THIEF BEGAN STEALING MY IDENTITY AFTER HER TWISTED AFFAIR WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND AND PETER GARGANO THE ABUSE ESCALATED AFTER THIS IDENTITY THEFT ARRIVED WITH HER JAMAICAN GUNMAN TO END MY LIFE HOME INVASIONS THREATS I FINALLY SUFFERED A TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY FROM A...

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I do believe in you words you say, deeds you lay everything that you are is true I draw...

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Is my writing only good when I’m drowning? When I’m down to my knees and my soul shouts heal Is my happiness on only when I’m socializing? When I cry of laughter only so my sad tears can be sealed Is my depression the only motive of my paintings? When I pour into a canvas only so my ideas can...

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I told the nurse I swallowed a snake. He charted: religious mania. But I felt her— three and a half turns sleeping just south of the back of my clavicle. I called her Vera then, full breath pried me open. Fire-rising, slithering: it was gospel sliding down my vertebrae— a ladder Jacob had forgotten— yea and behold though we came back for it. I couldn’t stop laughing. Or crying. Or...

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He never questioned the weight behind his eyes until the day he finally woke up. For as long as he could remember, the mud had been a part of him. A thick, caked crust beneath his skin that hardened with each passing year. He believed everyone carried the same layer, worn like a second skin,...

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Yes! My Master She Is Called Little Shorty by some five feet and all taller in high heel shoes. beautifully wonderfully made by God! Listen the soul speaks remember she is born emotional in destiny and intent moves this Grace. So many knows her as forbidden. She is in love with love! Caress the inner...

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Her silence spoke louder than words Her eyes A window to her hurt Begging to be heard She thought that was something she deserved So why had she been ignored She roamed the earth like a ghost A lost soul hoping for more Hoping someone will help her Someone would see how hard she tries To not cry Despite her watery eyes She...

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Sponsor : Craig Cornish date submitted : 26/6/25 ___________ Lost in echoes of darkened time dampened, dithering, dazed wet withered witches mime a dime fearful, I’m mazed or crazed Calling Divinity, voicebox shut eyelids glued, nostrils stuffed lips zipped with copper thread eardrums worrisome waned Where are chiming confluent clocks highways and internet ? shadows dim whisper, “badly blocked, pointless you bet, get set !” Surely I...

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WHAT BEGAN WITH PETER GARGANO TREASURY OF THE KNIGHTS IF COLUMBUS SAN CARLOS BEACH IGNITING A CAR BOMB IN MY FACE HE THEN HIRED JAMAICAN JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY AKA JAMAICAN JOY Y JONES MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBANDS NIGHT CRAWLER THAT HE SHARED WITH PETER GARGANO TO IMPERSONATE MY IDENTITY IN ORDER TO EMBEZZLE A...

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Tell me how to think Tell me what to do Tell me if my politics Should be red or blue Tell me how to live What to keep or give And tell me what I know If I should stay or go Tell me what is truth Tell me what is lie Tell me how to keep Big corporate profits high Tell me how to live What to...

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I, looking in the mirror yesterday, witnessed distorted eyes replacing mine; and, too, the lips and nose, as if a sign, seemed bent crooked, misaligned in some way. And, as I, squinting, gazed on that display, an unheeding hand groped at the outline of the coldly reflective glass confine. I watched it slowly mangle the red-clay body which, lifeless, answered my dead stare. Tearing...

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