Identity Poems

Identity poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of identity poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on identity are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Lost Identity

Lost Identity short poem

she is a blossomed flower she is the autumn leaves she is the first ray of the sun she is the mysteries of love she might be this , she might be that she is even a plucked flower she

Identity

Identity short poem

The biggest discredit to one’s own self is to not be ‘ yourself ’. To strive to be like someone is the biggest injustice, ever done. To be your own biggest critic. To judge with an impossible yardstick. To never

Identity Crisis

Identity Crisis prose poem

Who am I? I mull over my identity… And I ponder Each one of us in this society, Belongs to a ‘religion’… To a set or a group, And each set of people Have their ‘rules of conduct’ Have own

Misplaced Identity

Misplaced Identity short poem

Trying to keep myself sane; lost in choosing between two lovers Just like someone telling me to choose an easier death; suicide or murder I’m unconscious trying to figure out my right piece Lost in between two characters I am

Identity Crisis

Identity Crisis short poem

Here are some “easy” questions we all have been asked. What do you plan on doing after high school? Which Colleges are you looking at? Would you want us to help find the right college for you? Do you know

Stolen Identity

Stolen Identity long poem

From a young age I felt stifled I wasn’t allowed to be me so I was muffled Mother insisted at my school I be held back in first grade Principal said no, she insisted and in her hands he played

Identity

Identity long poem

What is your history? And what is your identity? Are you related to your identity because of your history? And what is identity when it changes every century? Nations and invaders enter into each others’ lands Some foreign leader make

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Who Am I?

Who Am I? short poem

A gush of wind entered Through the open window. My shielded wings wandered all over The unanswered question which I hide in my unconscious mind, echoed in my conscious mind. Who am I ? I have a heart that forgives

Who Is A Female?

Who Is A Female? short poem

Who is a female? A question that consistently ponders me. Is she a mere piece of flesh and bone? Is she a puppet to dance at the tunes of the males? Is she the one to earn and make the

When People Say

When People Say short poem

When people say that you don’t care What they really mean is you don’t agree To all that they want you to be That you have unashamedly left The squares and pegs on the high shelf To do exactly what

Who Am I?

Who Am I? short poem

My father’s daughter, my brother’s sister, a friend to many, a neighbour to some, Is that what I am? Little more than one can see, I am simply me. The thought I smile to, something that I love to do,

Mystery

Mystery short poem

I am in a place in my life Where there is no going back I am an African, a real black And I can only pray That someday I will look back Irrespective of all I lack And just smile

Why So?

Why So? short poem

Why is that we are told to sit in a class room with a pencil kit to draw all the nature’s boon inside a grilled room why is it so we are asked to sing about the prince who gave

My Fair Lady

My Fair Lady short poem

Rosy cheeks, with a dimple in it Tiny lips, pink in colour Graceful body, slender and thin Are they the factors that make you a beauty? My Fair Lady..? A handsome man, with the strength of a bull Always behind

Unity!

Unity! short poem

your eyes an abridged story of the deep sea – ever silent in the deep so tumultuous, on the surface. on my arid soul-scape you just keep on bubbling and your smiles blanket my lonely shore. people always loved to

Ah, Mumbai, I’m All Ears

Ah, Mumbai, Im All Ears short poem

“Appa, your kinda song” called out Aadi My kind? Listened, liked it instantly and That has set the ball rolling on a peep into Mumbai, may be many things to many a man Gun totting gangsters, trigger happy cops, Starlit

Rachel Dolezal Ethnic Dilemma

Rachel Dolezal Ethnic Dilemma short poem

When Dr. King said, \”I have a dream that one day our children would be judged by the content of their character not the color of their skin.\” Was the \”our\” he referred to African Americans or all people? If

Like A Girl

Like A Girl short poem

The smirks and taunts upon the faces People who try to diminish your value Every action judged,critiqued with words Flung at you from on high Where they sit with superiority Like a girl, they say You throw the ball You’re

The Image

The Image short poem

Each morning as I get up out of bed, All kinds of thoughts go through my head. In my heart I search for peace of mind, Just one certain answer I hope to find! Another day with all things that

Journey Of Self Discovery

Journey Of Self Discovery short poem

What I am Who I want to be Am I just a stranger in this dinosaur world, or my is existence limited to rest ,eat and pee. Every day is a new day , I try to discover myself, The

Hypocrisy

Hypocrisy short poem

She’s dressed in black with white high heels, A mini dress her leg reveals, She fakes some tears with mini skills, She hides her face and what she feels. She wants to say: ‘I am a saint, I can’t bear

Hands

Hands short poem

Hands have the ability to tell much about a person Race, age, gender And many other things if you really pay attention You can tell how hard someone works Or how physically demanding their occupation is By the cracked calluses

Perfect Imperfection

Perfect Imperfection short poem

Do not be afraid to make mistakes everyone does but worry about what is and not what was. mistakes make us different makes us stand out mistakes are part of life. it’s what life is about don’t let your mistakes

Revelation

Revelation short poem

I’m not my own kind, but a unique human I can’t settle for good, when I can be awesome I have a smile that is charged and infectious I dance with absolute abandon and joy I’m a free soul with

Here’s Spontaneity, Not Serendipity

Heres Spontaneity, Not Serendipity short poem

There is a confusion again, it seems between “I” and ‘me” who is the soulful singer, who the dancing queen let it be said, for a final time till the siren stops and the bells stop their ring I is

Sculpture

Sculpture prose poem

Identity is a sculpture Sculpted by force Internally Externally By choice We are born blocks Our guardians make the first mark They share the chisel with others With society And the work in progress is put on display How it

This Day

This Day short poem

It was inheritance of pain. I should have known. Incontinent, she was scared to hug me: the child, after the rape. Shepherding the lacerations: petrified, a body of lad floating in a sewage tank; a short circuit in an incubator,

... long poem

I am not who I used to be My mind and body, two different seas That conflict throughout the time Someone else’s, or is it mine? I cannot hope to understand For I am not from that exact land. I

Who are you really?

Who are you really? short poem

Born with name to define your existing presence Words with which carry greater in essence The day arrives when name is your flawed deference Mother father chained me down against poor resistance Cultural rites manifests my primordial consistence Ignorance of

City

City long poem

As the tram runs on the rails, Weather bitten houses emerge telling tales, Revolutionaries’ urge for freedom, Idealism in poetry and fiction, Reminiscent of immortal singers, Dancers in their grace, Tears trickle down in claustrophobia; yearning for a home which

Xenophobia

Xenophobia short poem

Each city is a hyperbole there is no homogeneity, it is not the sum of its parts or a royal being surround by courtiers, rather a convention, a name and usually not the name it began with a viral negotiation

Alphabetic Wheel of Life

Alphabetic Wheel of Life short poem

ZOETROPED – that’s how I feel – or like YARN upon Dame Kismet’s wheel XANSTHOPSIC mellow is the mood WHICH jaundices not my attitude VERISIMILOUS is what I am ULTIMATELY just a man TRUE to myself and the chosen few

Confusion

Confusion short poem

An unknown and unclear mask she wears Though she might fool everyone but not herself A hidden secret she cannot tell Then she said, “I’m just a little unwell”. Stuck between reality and fantasy So a scratch on the head

Insanity

Insanity prose poem

(1) It is insane that while your heart jumps at evening on the strings of a harp, while your beloved lady’s hair flies with every breeze of jazz, while you wash up at morning under showers of gardens sounds, but

Another

Another short poem

I am me, but I am not Inside of me, is another me I believe this other me, is also me This me has slumbered for a long time I think this me is also me, or maybe the real