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Identity Poems - Poems For Identity
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Identity - Poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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.
"And who are you?" cried one a-gape,
Shuddering in the gloaming light.
"I know not," said the second Shape,
"I only died last night!"
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Identity
Thomas Bailey Aldrich -
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With An Identity Disc
Wilfred Owen -
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Identity Card
Mahmoud Darwish -
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Identity Of Images (IdentitÉ Des ..
Robert Desnos -
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Identity
Constantinos Grigoriadis -
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Identity Of The Self
Per. Nig. -
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Identity Of I
Abhiraj Rajadhyaksha -
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Dónall Dempsey -
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Identity
abhimanyu kumar.s -
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Identity Crisis
David Semenske -
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Sonnet To My Friend - With An Identity D..
Wilfred Owen -
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Identity Of A Person
Lovina Sylvia Chidi -
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Identity - The Bully
Jon Evans -
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Identity
author unknown -
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A Larger Identity
Savita Tyagi -
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Lost Identity.
salma. torrez -
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Identity Theft (Plagiarism)
Cynthia BuhainBaello -
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My Identity
Bichitra Anand -
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A Single Identity
RAJ NANDY -
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(((Identity)))
Hannah Anderson -
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The Kid Identity
colby selter -
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Identity
Cyrus Diaz -
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Identity Crisis
Dee Daffodil -
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My Fractured Identity
Valsa George -
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Loss Of An Identity
Hasmukh Amathalal -
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I Lost My Identity
Tulsi Shrestha -
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An Identity
Some Girl -
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My Identity!
Valsa George -
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My Identity
Muzahidul Reza -
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Seeding Master Race Hate Into Nazi Germa..
Terence George Craddock (Spe .. -
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Identity Is Everything
Herbert Nehrlich -
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My Identity
Lucia Domingos Fula -
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Stolen Identity
Kathryn Garner -
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What Is Identity?
Mandy Lee -
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Mistaken Identity
Romeo Della Valle -
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Bliss Of Identity
Sri Aurobindo -
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Double Identity
Miroslava Odalovic -
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Haiku-Identity
DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK -
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Me: The Thief Of My Identity
Brad Combs -
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My Identity
Hasmukh Amathalal -
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Personal Identity
Hasmukh Amathalal -
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Lost Identity
Willa T. Olivier -
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Personal Identity As
Hasmukh Amathalal -
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Identity Not In Crisis-
Gajanan Mishra -
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Identity Controls Behaviour
Peter Hall -
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Senryu 21(Identity Search)
Savita Tyagi -
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Identity
Floy Dy (Floyd) Ra (Floydson) -
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Your Own Identity
Gajanan Mishra -
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Identity Loss
Hasmukh Amathalal -
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With Identity Card
Gajanan Mishra
New Identity Poems
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- An Entity Who Struggled For Identity, Tulsi Shrestha
- Home At River, Prativa Dey
- The Struggle For Identity, Tulsi Shrestha
- I Want To Know What Happened, Julia Luber
- A Fear Of Losing Previous Identity, Tulsi Shrestha
- Identity Does Carry No Meaning, Tulsi Shrestha
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Identity Poems
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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, I better that; and recollect with shame How once I longed to hide it from life's heats Under those holy cypresses, the same That shade always the quiet place of Keats, Now rather thank I God there is no risk Of gravers scoring it with florid screed, But let my death be memoried on this disc. Wear it, sweet friend. Inscribe no date nor deed. But may thy heart-beat kiss it night and day, Until the name grow vague and wear away.
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Identity Of Images (IdentitÉ Des Images)
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 this morning Coral crowned with holly knocks on her door Ah! coal again always coal I conjure you coal tutelary genius of dreams and my solitude let me let me speak again of the beautiful swimmer who was afraid of coral No longer tyrannize this seductive subject of my dreams The beautiful swimmer was reposing in a bed of lace and birds The clothes on a chair at the foot of the bed were illuminated by gleams the last gleams of coal The one that had come from the depths of the sky and earth and sea was proud of its coral beak and great wings of crape All night long it had followed divergent funerals toward suburban cemeteries It had been to embassy balls marked white satin gowns with its imprint a fern leaf It had risen terribly before ships and the ships had not returned Now crouched in the chimney it was watching for the waking of foam and singing of kettles Its resounding step had disturbed the silence of nights in streets with sonorous pavements Sonorous coal coal master of dreams coal Ah tell me where is that beautiful swimmer the swimmer who was afraid of coral? But the swimmer herself has gone back to sleep And I remain face to face with the fire and shall remain through the night interrogating the coal with wings of darkness that persists in projecting on my monotonous road the shadow of its smoke and the terrible reflections of its embers Sonorous coal coal pitiless coal
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Identity
I asked myself who iam. I was looking for identity. I felt the silent of my soul. No answer. I looked at the stars one by one. They asked for identity too.
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Identity Card
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? . Write down! I am an Arab Employed with fellow workers at a quarry I have eight children I get them bread Garments and books from the rocks.. I do not supplicate charity at your doors Nor do I belittle myself at the footsteps of your chamber So will you be angry? . Write down! I am an Arab I have a name without a title Patient in a country Where people are enraged My roots Were entrenched before the birth of time And before the opening of the eras Before the pines, and the olive trees And before the grass grew. My father.. descends from the family of the plow Not from a privileged class And my grandfather..was a farmer Neither well-bred, nor well-born! Teaches me the pride of the sun Before teaching me how to read And my house is like a watchman's hut Made of branches and cane Are you satisfied with my status? I have a name without a title! . Write down! I am an Arab You have stolen the orchards of my ancestors And the land which I cultivated Along with my children And you left nothing for us Except for these rocks.. So will the State take them As it has been said?! . Therefore! Write down on the top of the first page: I do not hate poeple Nor do I encroach But if I become hungry The usurper's flesh will be my food Beware.. Beware.. Of my hunger And my anger!
Could sb explain what " hyrring shepes? means? (Report) Reply
Ending was great, felt like I experienced the first face to face interaction after realizing my death (Report) Reply
Who the are you?
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i believe that identity means talking about yourself and describing more features about what you look like (Report) Reply
Ending was great, felt like I experienced the first face to face interaction after realizing my death (Report) Reply
Dramatic ending.. I liked it. Thanks. (Report) Reply
Funny! I thanked a poet who died a century ago! !
Who would have thought in twilight land there would still persist the need for an identity..very wittily crafted poem. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply
'Gloaming' - that's a word you don't meet with every day. (Report) Reply
Now here's a poem to start up your imagination (Report) Reply
Beautifully written. Identity crisis is never solved! Neither here nor in twilight land. Loved the rich expressions. (Report) Reply