Top 100 Poems About: IDENTITY

In this page, poems on / about “identity” are listed.
  • 1.
    As I Grew Older

    It was a long time ago.
    I have almost forgotten my dream.
    But it was there then,
    In front of me, read more »

    Langston Hughes
  • 2.

    Lying, thinking
    Last night
    How to find my soul a home
    Where water is not thirsty read more »

    Maya Angelou
  • 3.
    Minstrel Man

    Because my mouth
    Is wide with laughter
    And my throat
    Is deep with song, read more »

    Langston Hughes
  • 4.
    A Dialogue Of Self And Soul

    My Soul: I summon to the winding ancient stair;
    Set all your mind upon the steep ascent,
    Upon the broken, crumbling battlement,
    Upon the breathless starlit air, read more »

    William Butler Yeats
  • 5.
    The Road Not Taken

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could read more »

    Robert Frost
  • 6.
    Richard Cory

    Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
    We people on the pavement looked at him:
    He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
    Clean favored, and imperially slim. read more »

    Edwin Arlington Robinson
  • 7.
    I Am Of Ireland

    'I am of Ireland,
    And the Holy Land of Ireland,
    And time runs on,' cried she.
    'Come out of charity, read more »

    William Butler Yeats
  • 8.
    With An Identity Disc

    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, read more »

    Wilfred Owen
  • 9.

    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. read more »

    Thomas Bailey Aldrich
  • 10.
    I'M Nobody! Who Are You?

    I'm nobody! Who are you?
    Are you nobody, too?
    Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!
    They'd banish -- you know! read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 11.

    How should I sing when buffeting salt waves
    And stung with bitter surges, in whose might
    I toss, a cockleshell? The dreadful night read more »

    Amy Lowell
  • 12.
    Man And The Echo

    Man. In a cleft that's christened Alt
    Under broken stone I halt
    At the bottom of a pit
    That broad noon has never lit, read more »

    William Butler Yeats
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