Identity Poems
the shadows that i sleep with
by J K
i think it’s time
to set aside
the notion that i must.
devotion to a trust that i
should, could, or would
if just...
the notion that i am, i can't
i won't, will always be
the stories that i wrote and wove
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Don't Forget
by Author Reinvented
Don't forget, don't forget who you are,
Keep fighting to find yourself.
Don't listen, Don't listen to those voices,
That keep telling you who you should be.
All over are other people's reflections.
In a maze of mirrors, think twice before you choose yourself.
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Renascence
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
All I could see from where I stood
Was three long mountains and a wood;
I turned and looked another way,
And saw three islands in a bay.
So with my eyes I traced the line
Of the horizon, thin and fine,
Straight around till I was come
Back to where I'd started from;
And all I saw from where I stood
Was three long mountains and a wood.
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Poems Of Joys
by Walt Whitman
O TO make the most jubilant poem!
Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of Death.
O full of music! full of manhood, womanhood, infancy!
Full of common employments! full of grain and trees.
O for the voices of animals! O for the swiftness and balance of
fishes!
O for the dropping of rain-drops in a poem!
O for the sunshine, and motion of waves in a poem.
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Passport
by Mahmoud Darwish
They did not recognize me in the shadows
That suck away my color in this Passport
And to them my wound was an exhibit
For a tourist Who loves to collect photographs
They did not recognize me,
Ah... Don't leave
The palm of my hand without the sun
Because the trees recognize me
Don't leave me pale like the moon!
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the shadows that i sleep with
by J K
i think it’s time
to set aside
the notion that i must.
devotion to a trust that i
should, could, or would
if just...
the notion that i am, i can't
i won't, will always be
the stories that i wrote and wove
......
Words Reflected In A Broken Mirror
by Chloe Foster
I looked into the mirror,
And what I saw looking back,
Was the breaking of a girl,
Her face began to crack.
Her eyes drenched with sorrow,
Her hair a tangled mess,
Her body anxiously shaking,
Wearing a ripped dress.
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untitled
by Joe Curry
“it’s okay” they said
“we all have our own path of growth deeply individualized by our past”
“to denounce who you were and to agree with your self hatred means i strayed away from my path, backpedaling”
“you were who you were and you are who you are, just as she is and they are”
“the ones who care too much for your journey and tread along beside obsessed with you lose focus of where they are going surely to trip on the way, taking a detour on a crossroad of unfated destiny, but that is now their path, again greatly impacted by where they were and where they thought they were going”
“a long winded way to say to each his own”
they told me this unsbject of selfishness or deviance
“i love you and we will go our separate ways, alleys, avenues, and one day i hope to meet you at the end of a corridor. you, ready with stories to pour out of your heart, i will sit there patiently astounded by who you’ve become beaming at the grace that our paths crossed”
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by Cole HuberXxxxx.
Continue readingForgotten Self
by Annie Pink
Feeling much more than is human,
My soul, be free from this mortal strains.
Floating because I will fall
Preparing for reality to swallow me whole.
Drunken on immortal panic,
New born ecstasy floods my veins.
Longing to feel the universe
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