Identity Poems | Examples of Identity Poetry

When it all comes down to where you want to fit in Is it worth all the pain Is it worth all the lies Is it worth all the conspiracies Is it worth all the self doubt Is it...Read the rest...

Mom, Dad, I hope you are doing well. Because honestly I am going through hell. And I don't expect you to understand. Because NOBODY else can. I can't even say that I'm fine. Because honestly that's another line. Another line that...Read the rest...

Awaiting a growth spurt that never happened When a boy, I wanted to be as tall as my father (he passed away October seventh two thousand and twenty linkedin to congestive heart failure), who stood at his prime about six feet and...Read the rest...

Hidden talent Creative mind Scared to talk But tucked away So much to invent But how do I vent? Unmotivated, uninspired all it went I'm not poetic I hope you can relax Knowing fully well This boy will flex Don't believe in me I...Read the rest...

Home Again reprise: We and Time started out together but somewhere Time left us behind The home of childhood - a house now owned by others - resides in the past When the blush of youth has matured into wise years, memories remain Life's path...Read the rest...

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My hands are sutured behind my head. I lie like a fallen yield sign on the side of the road. My path is yellow and humble. My hands separate. Pull. And split open the...Read the rest...

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...