Best İdentity Poems

O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities fill'd with the
foolish;
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BOOK I
DEEP in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,
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Wilt thou go with me, sweet maid,
Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me
Through the valley-depths of shade,
Of night and dark obscurity;
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I perceive the world as a playground
Where dawn and dusk appear in eternal rounds
In His Universal form is a plaything the throne of Solomon
The miracles of the Messiah seem so ordinary in my eyes
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But I love the I, steel I-beam
that my father sold. They poured the pig iron
into the mold, and it fed out slowly,
a bending jelly in the bath, and it hardened,
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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
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Ocean, if you were to give, a measure, a ferment, a fruit
of your gifts and destructions, into my hand,
I would choose your far-off repose, your contour of steel,
your vigilant spaces of air and darkness,
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Millions of babies watching the skies
Bellies swollen, with big round eyes
On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts
Noplace to shit but sand channel ruts
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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.
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Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet,
Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet!
I feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll.
Yes, yes, we know that we can jest,
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Beauty is seen daily in poetic duty every day,
Cutie is our Poem Hunter Family all here say.

Far across the globe poets unite here to write,
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If ever I dreamed of my dead name
High in the heart of London, unsurpassed
By Time for ever, and the Fugitive, Fame,
There seeking a long sanctuary at last,
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SOMEWHERE--in desolate wind-swept space--
In Twilight-land--in No-man's land--
Two hurrying Shapes met face to face,
And bade each other stand.
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Write down !
I am an Arab
And my identity card number is fifty thousand
I have eight children
And the ninth will come after a summer
Will you be angry?
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Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time
Close to the gardens of broken shadows,
We do what prisoners do,
And what the jobless do:
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There is a section in my library for death
and another for Irish history,
a few shelves for the poetry of China and Japan,
and in the center a row of imperturbable reference books,
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Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse!
O first-born on the mountains! by the hues
Of heaven on the spiritual air begot:
Long didst thou sit alone in northern grot,
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The sky is cloudy, yellowed by the smoke.
For view there are the houses opposite
Cutting the sky with one long line of wall
Like solid fog: far as the eye can stretch
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FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face;
Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! I see you also face
to face.
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To the memory of all who have fallen in war.
At the going down of the sun,
And in the morning …we will remember them
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AMERICA always!
Always our own feuillage!
Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of
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.
She stood there transfixed
inside her coat of many colors and patches
filthy with leaves and dirt and unknown stains,
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I am fighting furiously with animals and bottles
In a short time perhaps ten hours have passed one
after another
The beautiful swimmer who was afraid of coral wakes
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NOTE: I'm sorry to say today I find PH like before [as in case of 'I Want To Be Raped'] again banned this poem as I find it is not in my poetry list...so I've made some typographical change and reposted it and some comments already posted by Hon'ble Readers I'm posting here ~ niv
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It takes a lot of a person's life
To be French, or English, or American
Or Italian. And to be at any age. To live at any certain time.
The Polish-born resident of Manhattan is not merely a representative of
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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!
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King on hunt spree mission,
To assess the situation and frank admission,
Petition from subject for ready submission,
Judgment on spot without any commission,
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AS a strong bird on pinions free,
Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving,
Such be the thought I'd think to-day of thee, America,
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As One does Sickness over
In convalescent Mind,
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A CALIFORNIA song!
A prophecy and indirection--a thought impalpable, to breathe, as air;
A chorus of dryads, fading, departing--or hamadryads departing;
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I asked myself who iam.
I was looking for identity.
I felt the silent of my soul.
No answer.
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TO conclude--I announce what comes after me;
I announce mightier offspring, orators, days, and then, for the
present, depart.
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COME closer to me;
Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess;
Yield closer and closer, and give me the best you possess.
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SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams,
But, rising, quits her restless bed,
And walks where some beclouded beams
Of moonlight through the hall are shed.
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OF the terrible doubt of appearances,
Of the uncertainty after all--that we may be deluded,
That may-be reliance and hope are but speculations after all,
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Wandering in wilderness; my friend
What are you looking for?
The golden lotus
With thousand petals?
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Truth—is as old as God—
His Twin identity
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STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born,
Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother;
After roaming many lands--lover of populous pavements;
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Is this what life is all about?
All there is to know...
I can't believe I've come this far
And still so far to go;
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The Pastor's Wife
A Tribute to an Outstanding Woman

She serves in a lofty position not sought by her in life;
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Educated heads
Sitting in parliament
Or heads wanting power
The power to serve
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I am a little springlet
That has fallen
Into the great ocean of poetry
And has lost its identity
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AFTER all, not to create only, or found only,
But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded,
To give it our own identity, average, limitless, free;
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I suffer from the worldliness
I suffer in silence
A loss of identity
Adience
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Deep in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,
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SHUT not your doors to me, proud libraries,
For that which was lacking on all your well-fill'd shelves, yet
needed most, I bring;
Forth from the army, the war emerging--a book I have made,
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Never realised that writing poetry
Could be so fulfilling;
All you need-a pen and paper
To vent out emotions overflowing.
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Fear, like a living fire that only death
Might one day cool, had now in Avon’s eyes
Been witness for so long of an invasion
That made of a gay friend whom we had known
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Like a turtle under a carapace
I feel secure in this mask.
It is now my shield and armour.
It sticks close to my face.
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When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
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Identity is not what I promise others
Identity is what I do when I am alone
Identity is what I think of others
Knowing all the hatred they've shown
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HOW wonderful is Death,
Death, and his brother Sleep!
One, pale as yonder waning moon
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On a sea strand,
Have you watched empty shells
Mercilessly tossed from sea to shore
And from shore to sea?
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LOW FINISTERRE 1007 LOSING ITS IDENTITY BY THE SAME TIME


It’s BBC Radio 4
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A face
emerged again from space...
Time,
a distorting soulless mirror
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They argue it as syndrome of blood relation
Is it matter of convenience or though elevation?
It is not difficult to understand in simple context
We let it pass of ignorantly as mere pretext
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This is to the motherland,
Where I am born.
This is to the teacher,
Who taught me nothing.
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POET.

O A new song, a free song,
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With the face goes a mirror
As with the mind a world.
Likeness tells the doubting eye
That strangeness is not strange.
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His hands should have
their own identity,
a name perhaps,
befitting each vocation
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Flows from the dead
to read new trace,
losing numerous shapes
yet its identity forever stays.....
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O to make the most jubilant song!
Full of music-full of manhood, womanhood, infancy!
Full of common employments-full of grain and trees.
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I am a Bunyan tree, full of magic and grace
Nestling in the slopping ridge of a valley
From a tiny seed dropped by a bird, I grew
Into immeasurable size with a verdant crown
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Mother Earth cries out in pain:
O Man! Let me be, the way I am!
Let my natural habitat remain as it is.
Do not stamp over my soil,
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It is not enough to have our own identity.
Our individuality is just one layer, a small brick
In a multilayered cosmic structure.
We are part of a bigger world,
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Any, anybody!
Antipathy
Of the Red Rose and the White Rose;
Walks of life,
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You've taken away my looks, my identity, by just a glance.
You've taken away my looks, my identity, by just a glance.
By making me drink the wine of love-potion,
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Jan 7th

A dreadful darkness closes in
On my bewildered mind;
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In another dimension
Still on my own feet
But somewhere in mind
Deeper at heart
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stars are distant dreams,
earth is my loving mother -
my identity!
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Body said to the soul
There are many who adore my beauty
Ready to die for me, like moths in fire;
You are just an imagination
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Life, my daily pulsatile life
My dreamy, inventive, joyous and rustic life,
How are you like?
Give me your full identity that I can like;
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The secrets of the mind convene splendidly,
Though the mind is meek.
To be aware inwardly
of brain and beauty
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folks...
stop this compete
it never makes us complete
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Fallen leaves have been crushed
Dried and amalgamated
With the dust
Of barren soils
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After Joseph Roth

Parce que c'était lui; parce que c'était moi.
Montaigne, De L'amitië
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I Aria

"--Kiss me there where pride is glittering
Kiss me where I am ripened and round fruit
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The Wandering Gypsy

Looking at the prop roots of Banyan
Immense hold of its territory
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(PHILADELPHIA, 1794)

NOTE.—The following imaginary dialogue between Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr, which is not based upon any specific incident in American history, may be supposed to have occurred a few months previous to Hamilton’s retirement from Washington’s Cabinet in 1795 and a few years before the political ingenuities of Burr—who has been characterized, without much exaggeration, as the inventor of American politics—began to be conspicuously formidable to the Federalists. These activities on the part of Burr resulted, as the reader will remember, in the Burr-Jefferson tie for the Presidency in 1800, and finally in the Burr-Hamilton duel at Weehawken in 1804.
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I'm dazed and confused
I'm tired of being used
It is not me that you see
It is just your fantasy
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In my close vicinity has come a new neighbour
Who is seen by all as a terrible bore
No one is quite sure of his identity
And no body seems to endure his audacity
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The timeless waves, bright, sifting, broken glass,
Came dazzling around, into the rocks,
Came glinting, sifting from the Americas
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Where we are
Do you dare to speak
Are you natural in here
Where is your so called identity
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For a Man is to be looked upon in that which he excells as on a prospect.

For there be twelve cardinal virtues -- three to the East -- Greatness, Valour, Piety.
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Is it legal for me
To call myself an animal?
Whilst human is what I try to be
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Lot of thoughts come into mind,
You plan and activate yourself,
Every thought becomes action,
You keep righteous vision,
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The black cape floated soundlessly into the room......
All eyes turned to admire the shapely beauty within -
Long black tresses flowing like liquid fire by candlelight,
An air of mystery surrounded her, emanated from her
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Sins never win over virtues,
Lie never wins over truth,
Although few laugh on this,
Still truth is universal aspect.
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Attention! You pay your attention!
Oh dear visitors, you wait for a while,
Oh dear poets, you visit with smile,
After a break I am declaring the list,
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Festivals of deities take place all round the year for people to pray for peace;
Yet, woes of ocean people go on swimming after shipwreck to reach shore;
They cry for help and escaping to shore is indeed a great miracle happening;
That happens between the transaction of man and God for survival!
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Sun rolls down in dusky smoothness
Along the line of day and night
Silhouettes of life begin to caress
the body of darkness in search of light
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If you look at something
From all points of view
You will know the truth
About the thing.
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When the brethren heard of us, they came to meet us as far as Appii Forum, and The Three Taverns.—(Acts xxviii, 15)


Herodion, Apelles, Amplias,
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Identity of a person
Identity signifies complexity
Identity identifies with reality
Identity is the bearer of all vanity
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You rise in the morning, and you wonder where I am,
You go to bed and lie there wondering if life is just a sham.
As you drift off to sleep, you see me, but not my identity
You hold me close in your dreams, wake alone, such a pity.
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Unlike all the other
countries around
we find a strange
sprouting of parties here
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From the dark arenas of violence,
From the shackles of oppression,
From a land reeking of the smell of blood
They flee, bloodied and bruised.
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Your reality controls my life
with something, which binds
my fleshly existence and my third eye,
despite self and logic.
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'who are you? '

'isn't that a stupid question?
don't you know me as indira? '
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As I sit here deep in thought,
Retracing the path of yesterdays
When first this journey began,
Still in its infancy....
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