Identity Poems | Examples of Identity Poetry

In me is a spark divine. A vivid light that shines within, Lifting the pall and connecting me With God and my fellow beings. Let me be, what God intended me to be: ...

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A K9, with nose to the ground, Found a bone, where no bone should be found. "This mission's a bust!" He thought, filled with disgust, "My treat's in that bone, profound!" ©bfa032225 ...

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I always see shiny vehicles in all shades of blue. It's sad I dunno how to drive, can never get a clue. But at least I have a drive to not ever be someone untrue....

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We often communicate to the people We use edited phrase to frank them One of the most important asset is To be by yourself, express who you are Show yourself with beauty, genuine No exaggerated aspiration, real you No photoshopped soul, feel yourself Doing the most wonderful unique you....

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The security guard at the hospital admired my taste in clothing. I'm certain I reminded him of himself when he was younger. Now, he was an old man with a wife and children. I never got around to telling him, but I wished we could've switched lives. He could keep my clothes, and I could experience...

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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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Everything one says, everything one writes is a declaration of who one is. I put as much effort into my comments as I do into my poetry -- they also transverse the electron world. Missed opportunity – Main-course or a quick warmer-upper, Soup is precious to my table of wholesome Etiquette and expression. ...

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Many know your face, Many know your name, Barbie But few know your soul....

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FOR IX : EMIGRATING FRIEND Fly lightly IX within Merlin’s wings may your Mohican pony-tail grow thick and strong may Africa kiss America with gentle sensation long may salty breath of Cape Town mingle with New York ~ may clear sub-atomic particles continue to dance in humble service with harmonious Awareness may two crows and all Duality dissolve into Unity via your...

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{For 5x5x3 Poetry Contest Sponsor : Miranda Hawley Date submitted: 20/4/25} ARTIST They shone daring green avocado in dark adverse period swearing guilt ridden heart vanquished free sacral scrubbed pink and ready plumed serpent in magnificent bloom with candles God watched supreme from blue misty mountain clean knowing Artist was not insane two green irises unusually plain pierced her luminous spine divine naked Eve...

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“A geek!” they cry, But I’m not a trend to pass by. The teacher glances A frown, a silent glance. Laughter scatters like falling rain, But I remain firm, unshaken. Eyes roll, fingers point, But in my heart, I won’t disappoint. What they miss, Is the fire within. Worlds I build, dreams I chase, I move forward with steady grace. Call me a geek, But what you speak Is...

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Corrupt heart, depraved mind A master of time, the weaver of trap One whose mouth, falsehood emit Gone from men, man and ghoul part and part A victor, the slayer of ten men A wolf in sheep’s clothing The stopper of the flow of time Catching his victim, in his well made net Armed with a sneering dog He is myth, the god of...

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Like currents pulsing through the veins of time/ A dance of opposites so grand, so prime/ Light and shadow, day and night, One cannot live without the other's might/ Like a battery charged with two-fold grace/ Positive hums, negative keeps pace/ Push and pull, give and take/ A cosmic rhythm none can break/ In forces unseen, in whispers divine/ God's glow, the darkness aligns/ Not...

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They never saw me—not really. Only the outline I traced in the halls, A whisper of denim and shy glances, A ghost who smiled too politely. They passed notes like grenades, Laughed too loudly When the silence was breaking me. I wore their words like a second skin— Tight, blistering, But invisible to them. You asked if I was okay once— But your eyes flicked away Before...

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Observe the modern generations walk on by; they suckle from the plastic teat of coffee cups, and stumped by stamping feet they shamble unaware from flock to flock.— infant adults—if earnest I may speak; Look there: one loops in circles (a grand feat!) and, as if an ornithological suite, the gaggle shuffles behind,—“squawk squawk squawk!” Yikes… I suppose that if I ran...

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