Identity Poems | Examples of Identity Poetry

Errant knight vacillates at dawn following the figure of the swan. Elect the bright heroic craze that leads you down an endless maze. Winter sings its song into the virgin landscapes brightest hue. I want for you to join me now and...Read the rest...

Mein kampf synonymous as a blooper Writer of these words, a former Lower Providence inhabitant, who dwelled within darkest depths of Dante Alighieri's inferno for most of his outlandish, impish, and devilish growing up years witnessed microscopic scrimmage, where spermatozoan with most forcefulness muscled...Read the rest...

Today, the doorbell of my mental hideout rang. It rang with a sound like twinkling waterfalls without the moisture, And tweeted like a soft pillow from my 5-year-old camping nest. The scorching glare of darkness crawled up the...Read the rest...

He appeared out of nowhere and convinced me to sit with him for a drink. His eyes were wide and glistening, his brow - of the knowledge within. I asked him his name and where he had...Read the rest...

At the end of the day, I pour my soul into these words, they say, These scars, they tell stories of my past, But they don't define me, they won't last. It's been a journey, finding joy amidst...Read the rest...

If you’ve read any of my delicious, hand-crafted vignettes and listened to us talk, you’ll know that my roommates and I are critical thinking swifties who spend hour after hour talking about anything and everything,...Read the rest...

Cruel fate has twisted and bent your shape? Your DNA has cast you as you are? There is no way you can ever escape The parental abuse which left a scar? You're tired of ev'ry guru and preacher, Who for...Read the rest...

Why do I paint myself the villain? Why do I see everyone else as a saint? What makes them so great? I know I make mistakes, But don't they? Why do I paint myself the villain? Why do we think others...Read the rest...

With its green skin Round shape, tender juicy flesh Called watermelon....Read the rest...

Islam is pure peace Terrorism is wildcard Played by politics....Read the rest...

My name is “Girl” A girl with wings I had a pearl A pearl filled with inks I had a dream A dream to fly I heard a scream A scream, nothing but a lie I am blessed with a gift A gift...Read the rest...

Anybody, can't see? *It's..., me here. Who? *It's..., me. Me? Me where? *This Mulberry's cabin? He's in there...? *It's, his friend. Sydney..., it's somebody? Don't you start-in!...Read the rest...

I often see astray dogs, roaming the streets for a sense of purpose. I am quick to find simlarties. After all, why wouldn't there there any similarities. If life is a game of poker, then my dealer...Read the rest...

We live our lives in search of happiness but many times we do tend to stray, nothing in life is everlasting happy moods do fail to stay. Burdens of life people shall carry in dark moments...Read the rest...

WHERE'S THE MEN Where's the men that once lived here few men remain of yesteryear, Beautiful masculinity, Artfully carved of dignity The command and gruff within his voice, The rough and tumble is his choice, His love for femininity Is the wo'man...Read the rest...