#identity poems on Hello Poetry

ab ja na 16h

i wanted horns, i wanted a tail,
i never wanted wings
because i grew roots first

but everyone wishes for wings, poetry is a million words and an ocean of feeling in 3 lines

#self #identity #soultiredness #exhaustion #melancholy

d m 1d

Raccoon

there was a raccoon,
who wore a mask.
not because he needed to hide,
but because the mask
helped him see.

his mask wasn’t made of cloth
or leather,
but of his own eyes—
two dark, gleaming windows
that could look at the world
and become whatever he needed.

he didn’t wear it out of shame,
no—
he wore it because
it gave him permission
to be more
than he’d ever been told he could be.
it let him try on
every shape,
every name,
every possibility
he’d never dared to touch.

the raccoon was a thief, yes,
but he stole only what was already his.
his happiness,
his strength,
his soft little victories
the raccoon’s mask was not a disguise,
but a gift—
a gift he gave himself
every day
and wore like a crown.

because the raccoon knew:
you don’t have to fit
into what the world says you should be.
sometimes,
you have to steal your joy—
and wear it like a mask
that lets you dance
in the light
of your own making.

and when the mask came off at night,
he was still him.
and that was enough.

#trans #transgender #identity #race #disability #nature #raccoon #fable #positivity

Ahmed Gamel 2d

"Golden, I Rise"

I came from silence, storms inside,
Where shadows spoke and tears would hide.
A boy made iron, flame, and thread,
I stitched my soul where others bled.

I asked the void, “Who am I now?”
No echo came—I made the vow:
To shape my mind, to sharpen steel,
To climb with scars and learn to feel.

I do not beg the stars to shine,
I build my path. The light is mine.
With every fall, I stand and grin—
Each bruise, a door I kick within.

They said, “You’re too much fire, too loud.”
But gold is never meant for crowds.
I chose the pain, the edge, the weight—
For that is where I forge my fate.

I am the man who breaks the wall,
Who walks through loss and loves the fall.
Let life strike hard—I strike it back
With vision fierce and heart intact.

I want the things they say can’t be—
The dreams too vast for eyes to see.
Not just for me, but those I love,
To lift them high, to rise above.

But I will rest, and breathe, and laugh,
And dance on broken aftermath.
For peace is part of power’s flame,
And joy is not a softer game.

I need no crown to know I won—
For I am whole when day is done.
The mirror holds my only prize:
A soul of gold, with fire in eyes.

And when I lose, I lose like kings—
Preparing for far greater things.
My failure’s just my victory’s lap,
A thunderclap before the snap.

And when I win, I build anew,
For others’ hands to climb it too.
Not envy, not control, nor pride—
But love, the storm I hold inside.

So mark these words and hold them tight:
I live for truth, I burn for light.
My name won’t fade, it multiplies—
For I am gold.

Golden, I rise.

This poem is the embodiment of my personal journey—a reflection of two years spent battling silence, pressure, and the chaos within. It's a declaration of resilience, a roadmap built from pain, ambition, clarity, and the need for deep human connection.

I’ve faced myself, stripped down every illusion, and found meaning in the act of striving. Even in failure, I rise sharper. Even in loss, I am never lost.

This is more than a philosophy—it's the pulse of my path.

—To those who fight quietly, rise loudly.

#selfdiscovery #resilience #growth #philosophy #pain #strength #identity #connection #ambition #realism

Lizzy Hamato 2d

Untitled

This user is loosing interest in everything
like tabs left open, forgotten, buffering.
Notifications blink like dying stars,
but none are worth the effort of looking.

Conversations feel like code
written in languages I unlearned.
but mean none of them.

Even the mirror loads too slowly,
and when it does,
the face looks like someone
mid-update,
stuck.

The days autoplay.
The nights glitch.
And somewhere in the background,
I hear the soft hum
of systems shutting down.

#death #depression #disconnection #numbness #burnout #identity #emptiness #loneliness

Linden Lark 2d

When Will I Know Peace

I don’t think I could ever like my face,
not even on its best day.
It’s the only hall in my life
where you never lost your place.

#mentalhealth #selfimage #grief #healing #identity

Zedrebel 3d

That Something Been Brewing!

"Great!" They said.

"So I'll be you, and you be me?"

"Correct!"

"And you'll be them, and they'll be you?"

"Accurate!"

And so they all swapped their devices,
All took each other's names/profiles,
Saying nothing of what they were actually doing!

"So who will I even be talking to?"

"Don't worry, you'll know it!"

"But how will I understand it as them?"

"Wouldn't you know if you didn't?"

For all the modulations were done by third-party, not on the devices in question! Each created communication was as a crafted message!

#satire #serious #fun #technology #confusion #obfuscation #identity #profile #device #communication

Dianali 3d

a family kid

I am comprised of
endless assumptions,
and small superstitions.
Keeper of traditions,
hoarder of
memory-shaped
trinkets,
deep feelings
and thoughts.
A non-professional
curator of
favourite places and
favourite songs.
I have my mother's
sweetheart warmth,
her tender disposition,
My father's
charming wit,
and noble spirit,
My sister's
chaotic fierceness,
and her incredible
resilience;
Probably,
some other
relative’s eyes too.
I guess after all,

I’m truly just

A family’s child.

A random collage

#self #family #identity

Angie 3d

The Verb That I Am

Everyone wants to be cool
But I’m a collection of verbs
Never stood tall in nouns
No, I am not static
I am what I do
and what I won’t do

I don’t repeat
By leaving
I repeat
By returning
Kassandra has been talking
I never heed her warning
Hope for the thief
Is the verb that I am
Hope for the liar
Is the verb that I am
Hope for the cruel
Is the verb that I am

Kassandra is talking
And this time I hear her
Forgiveness isn’t a one time deal
I choose it
And chose it again
But staying gone
Is the verb that I am

#identity

Izan Almira 3d

Femininity

Two flowers grew
in my blue heart;
a pink one
that carried
the art of showing weakness,
the love for children,
the deep care that lies within
well-thought actions,
delicacy
and
complexity
and a blue one
that carried
the impulse to protect others
at any cost,
companionship,
simplicity,
fidelity,
and strength.

They tried
to cage,
rip apart,
chop off,
uproot
and
burn
the pink flower.

To destroy it
until it bled
and they could drain
all the warmth
from my
sea-colored
heart.

But we were never made for
lonely colors,
and in every blue
there is a shade of purple
and pink.

So with the strength of a god
and the resilience of a saint,
the pink flower
loomed
and raised until it touched the sky
stronger than ever,
in my heart
made of blue-toned gold.

#toxicmasculinity #femininity #gender #identity #masculinity

neth jones 4d

take two

a stop is called
a cold drop to death
       and clothe my eyes   squint tight
then clear the screen     beam into another variant
a *******   (with a new approach)
broaching language
           ( the previous dud
         would never have dared ! )
caring less  with vicious rapping
reinvent the day  from the perspective
                                 of a new gimmy villain
**** to the experience and bite barking
            take two  you intolerable people
                                you intolerable world
                             the intolerable harking
                                  of the intolerable day

#restart #versions #viewpoint #identity #behaviour #masks #approach #negative #tolerance