Individuality Poems - Poems about Individuality

We created this stereotype, About identities and sexuality. Can't you see, that's private to me. Sex is a Sacred unity, combining you and me. Spiritually sharing our energy, In secrecy, only GOD can see. Think it matters you approve of my identity, Or that you gave a month for all to see. Like they should be looked at differently. Its a reality lived daily...

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When I saw her eyes were burnt sienna, and her lips were purple plaid, when she said she wasn’t my kid’s teacher, boy, was I ever sad. ...

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Why all the hype? We created this stereotype, About identities and sexuality. Can't you see, that's private to me. Sex is a Sacred unity, combining you and me. Spiritually sharing our energy, In secrecy, only GOD can see. Think it matters you approve of my identity, Or that you gave a month for all to see. Like im looked at differently. Its a reality lived...

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I’m not worthy of a crown, not with my tongue wrapped in curses, or my hands stained with gin, toasting to life with a glass that’s seen more dirt than decanter. Champagne flutes? I’ll take a tumbler, thanks. I don’t wear dresses that swish and sigh, no silk surrendering to the wind - I wear leather that’s seen more miles, denim that hugs without...

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I’m not for every eye to see, a quiet truth that lives in me. Steady in heart, grounded and whole, I guard the light within my soul. I may not bend to each demand; my roots hold firm where I stand. Through scars and stumbles, I claim the road, guided by courage to bear the load. If I don’t fit the world’s tight...

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Oft times, I truly desire with a passion to write like my fellow poets. In doing that, I cannot see, the beauty in my own, and fail to recognize it. To create poetical magic, I have to dig deep into my own reality. For with that, and that alone, comes truth, clear as crystalline tea. I never try to impress wiith...

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God gave you a mind and soul, that are strictly your own. When you abandon them, to be one of the crowd, a sure sign, you are not grown. Yet, I see this each day, where approval from others, is the golden prize. Indicating, a most lonely child, lost, never respecting, their own brain and body. Pleasing others, by quieting their...

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An online site is, in no way, for the meek. You must live in conformity, giving no cheek! Worse, one must be a jolly gal. or smiling fellow. Living in a pretentious world, all bubbly-mellow! The masses loathe those, going their own way. You must conform, or forego your right to play! Writers must be individuals,...

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You are the person of virtuous devotion The world has beaten you down and taken what you love Yet you never slayed by your emotion You took pity on those like you and with your wings showed them how to fly like doves To connect is a skill few want to master Moving by the clock, thoughts stuck other's...

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Hope, wish, and pray we all live and let live like the lanterns in the sky each one spreading light not disturbing or trying to destroy the other one no unhealthy competition no ego problems no wish to dominate discriminate manipulate others just keeping our individuality intact...

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Not tethered to a soul, I walk alone, A captain on this course, my heart my own. No master's hand directs my wandering feet, My path unfolds, a tapestry complete. My essence blooms, a garden wild and bright, Unburdened by the rules of borrowed light. My worth is defined by choices, not by name, A symphony of self, a burning flame. With a...

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Living one's truth comes with an asterisk Beware of the judgment of minor decisions Look to the sky for the clarity not yet found Jump at the opportunity to reach unseen heights Laugh at those who find you comical For the company you attract may not be your type Your light is the opposition of...

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The fish swim in a clear, spring lake. The bait is murder, poverty, war and insincerity. Here come the neswspeople, your serenity to take. Thus, we, the fish eat the bait and think that all the world is pure insincerity? News-ghouls, are our new gods that we so adore. But it’s a cash cow for the press, don’t you...

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DESCRIPTIONS meaningful  actuality half hidden aborbs the joyous so positively   apparent incisive eloquent   & unquenchable in relished definitive tonality  instinctive & outstanding INDIVIDUALITY style   &speed in staccato   gestures an atmosphere  blossoming quickly midst the intricate complications   commemorating the isolated once   obvious now quietly   anonymous unbridled charm   exposed & underneath empathy   slips away...

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11/13/2023 Living in the glorious now, is the only...

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