Love Poems About Identity or Identity Love Poems
by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: faith, paradise, prayer, religious,

- Heavenly Hugs -

Unique is the discipline of love 
Understanding God's law
Faith holds supreme commander

Sometimes we have to fight 
our way through a concrete jungle
stone cold dreams nightmare evaluates 

Rocking the cradle unworthy desires 
no peace or rest for the wicked deeds
in order to find the answers to hopes prayer
Truth pointing us directions 
within our code of moral conduct 
which supports us in our voyage
In the walk of life chaos grips hearts consumed with hate 
Without faith our souls identity will become dust 
Needing hugs from heaven to survive 

A Collaborated Poem 19.11.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
(tercets unrymed)

by Wilma Neels |
Categories: friendship, love,

'Distant Star'

You want to fade away?
Want to be that distant star
That brings about perplexity

It’s not who you are
You were never intended to be
Just a distant star
Your light shines through
Without you knowing

Those around you feel your warmth
Others see it, 
Others wonder; in amazement 
What creates the radiance? 

The vivacity, 
Your natural glow
Like a second skin –

You encompass 
Without drowning those around you 

Adequate provision to make them feel
The wealth of being treasured 
Without losing their identity

Fading away is impossible 

You shine without being overbearing 
Just enough to make everyone feel loved


by Line Gauthier |
Categories: identity, love, soulmate, surreal, together,

we are one

I've lost all perception 
                                 of where you stop
                                                            and I begin

AP: 3rd place 2022

Posted on May 6, 2019

by Melissa Elliott |
Categories: life, love,

Become One

False identity
Union of make-believe
Broken trust
From two-faced love
The time has come
To become one
Back to who I always knew
Loss is life
And love means loss
Even when you love alot
There is no way
To win the fight
When trying to change
This two-faced life
Just become one
Like the Sun
Back to who
You always knew

by Warren Doll |
Categories: identity, meaningful, people, together,



Strip away the superficial.
Place political correctness aside.
Forgive hurts of the past.
Erase all tension and harsh feelings.
Seek thoughts of love and understanding.
This is what you’ll find.
I’m you. You’re me.
We are the same
In truth, there isn't a divide.

by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: adventure, caregiving, celebration, confusion, desire, feelings, funny, humor, identity, life, october,

Sweet and Salty -LIBRA TALE


Sweet and Sour hectic sign
Love me, trust me, the stars align
   Balance of truth and dare
   Good and Evil, full of care 
Blind when it comes to blood line

:) PD

by Carolyn Henderson |
Categories: mother, nature,


Under canopy of majestic oaks,
leaves swaying, gentle breeze,
rustling of the dancing leaves,
flying chirps, all species,
joyous laughter, melodic sounds,
like violins, bees abound,
peace surrounds
in backyard paradise.
As I partake of nature’s scene,
eyes affix whites, magnolia high,
reminisce of mother in the sky.
Lessons of nature, she did give,
exploration through wooded path,
wild flowers we did name,
birds’ identity, toadstools find, 
love of nature by her design.

Won HM in Mac McGovern's 
Best Poem Contest
June 10, 2010

by Cynthia Ferguson |
Categories: betrayal, confusion, cry, depression, gender, identity, loss, love hurts,

Through the mirror

So now I know
Life has played its part
I never would believe
that I could die
from a broken heart

No you can’t mend me
it’s been far too long
everyone will go
everyone has gone
everyone will leave
that God did lend me

I could only watch
then step aside
as it all just went
no matter what I tried 
the only thing I can say
was how hard I cried

It was a shiver in the mirror
A reflection of pain
Where the shadows of doubts
were cast and bent
Any old soul
or any message sent
Were at the end of the road
and who is left out

So now I know
Life has played it’s part
now I do believe
that I will die
from a broken heart

by Apolo Amai |
Categories: absence, addiction, career, creation, dark, depression, emotions, freedom, identity, loneliness, soldier,

Cry of A Successful Man

With love comes consequence
With hope comes failure
With triumph comes fear
With peace comes worry
With riches comes pain
With poverty comes envy

by Faye Gibson |
Categories: friendship, identity,

I am Honeysuckle

I trail across your sturdy wall,
spreading the warm scent of friendship
upon the dew-laden air;
my arms are airy tendrils, growing, stretching,
becoming determined vines of love
that climb across high barriers,
reaching you inside your mighty fortress.
My sweet fragrance travels with the breeze
blessing you wherever you may be,
calling you to be my friend.
Come, join me in weaving a fragrant bower
where weary souls may rest.

Honeysuckle means bond of love.

© Faye Lanham Gibson, May 3, 2015

by Neldy Jolo |
Categories: dedication, education, history, life, love, nature, nostalgia, peace, people, philosophy, political, sympathy, visionary


People are commonly different
Symbol of diversity piece
Pure race doesn’t exists

Color and creed are just an identity
Believe only in human history
God sculptured them from clay

People are equally created
Having many opposites
But respecting others taste

When everyone is treated equal
Nothing appears but peace in hand
Discrimination, disunity and, suffering won’t be born anymore

Written to advocate to suppress racism
Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia
10:30-11:00 am, November 13. 07, Tuesday

by Dennis Davis |
Categories: animal, caregiving, dog, identity, love, pets, prayer,

My Dog and Me

                                    Lord help me to be
                                    the person my dog
                                    thinks I am

by Cona Adams |
Categories: character, hope, identity, inspiration, life, mother, mother daughter,

I Want Not to Fade Away

My one burning wish -
I want not to fade away
like rotten lace, dumped
onto a trash heap and forgotten.

I want to leave myself behind, 
for those who come after
to inhale during breakfast.

Not money, like my mother,
who judged it to be the only thing
of worth she had to leave behind,
as though her love meant nothing,
as though her virtue didn't count.

A nonpareil pattern of motherhood,
of personhood for that matter,
written in permanent script,
propagated in layers of goodness,
flung onto her progeny
with the glue of infinity. 

As long as I live, so will she.
I want that, 
when it's my turn to go.

Categories: blessing, death, identity, spiritual,

Soul Collector

          We are all collectors of love that for eternity will feed the soul

     When ONE love has passed from earth it's just a memory that brings days of hurt

     When WE have passed on from earth in heaven our souls marrow into one

           Our essence no longer shy.

T Reams  copyright 2015

by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: beauty, hope, identity, love,

You Call Me Love

I am as Alpha, but don't ask me why,
the wanderer through life, who comes and goes;
the tail of comets not observed am I,
Omega's dying breath nobody knows.

I am the candle flame where-in you shine,
and dance the dance so long as you will burn,
until the end of time, and time is mine,
I am the teacher from which you will learn.

And yes from your first breath, you learn it all,
only from me, the knowledge that you seek,
because of me you rise, and then you fall,
I am each thought you ever think or speak.

You call me love, but only once you'll see
just what I am, and what I'm meant to be.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

by PAT Adams |
Categories: humorous, identity, jobs,

What They Do

Carpet layers have to be on the floor
Deep sea divers love to go down
Computer gamers can't seem to stop
Taxi drivers are all over town

A dentist will do it till it hurts
A sailor sure likes a big swell 
A hunter will do it with a bang
While a gymnast will dismount well

Lawyers reach into their briefs
A trash man holds on to his nose
Painters always use longer strokes
A ballerina stands on her toes

Salesmen have learned to use their mouth
While students try to use their head
The police will go on a big bust
And a maid always cleans the bed

by Travis Klein |
Categories: addiction, angel, break up, girlfriend, identity, imagery, lost love,



	Oh, My Love—  Oh, My Love
You seem to have come from Above
	You are my dear Angel
But you are now Such a Stranger
	Our Life here was So Short
Yet So Long we did really surely Court
	I was going to give you My Last Name
But now you would of put IT to due Shame
	I Still do love you with All my heart
Every and All of my heart Every Single Part
	Wish you would bring your Life back to me
And Together Forever we could now Forever be
	You found a New true Love that Stuck
It killed your Heart for me—  and no Luck
	Heroine—  who’d she save??  She’s not a heroin
She Killed us;  deep with- in!!!! 

Travis ""Ceijaeh" Klein

by PAT Adams |
Categories: humorous, identity, imagery, mystery, nature, symbolism, tree,

Love Nuts

When coco de mer trees were found
Their nuts had most people enthralled
They all thought they looked erotic
So "Love Nuts" is what they were called

Still unknown how they reproduce
Explained in some of the wild tales
On stormy nights, the female trees
Are approached by uprooted males!

Viewing this mating process though
Would cause you to die or go blind
Seek not shelter under male trees
They might come at you from behind!

by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: dream, emotions, fear, identity, joy, life, self,

Bio Modified - Emotionally Intuitive

a wordsmith, caregiver, plant tender, embroiderer;
enjoy studying esoteric astrology, being in nature and dancing,
daydream of owning land, living remotely, publishing.
Sadness lives in me over global greed, power thirst, cruelty,
I fear Burger King's king, public speaking, being alone when old;
wish I could promote self-love, peace and forgiveness for all,
resident of the human condition as God's child.
Intuitive ....

... CayCay
April 20, 2020

Categories: feelings, god, identity, love, universe,



            If an ant says that it loves the whole universe with it's tiny heart
              chance is there that men will smile if hear it's soundless voice
    The almighty omnipresent supreme God has given full freedom to all to love all        
             there's no barrier to any creature sees only the feeling of soul

by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: character, emotions, feelings, heart, identity, introspection, journey,

Intuitive Authentic

with a friendly, caring nature, I am imaginative and spiritual.
I share my home nest with my older brother, adult son and soulmate.
I love antiques, dancing and spontaneous adventures on ATVs. 
I feel sorrow for humanity, but gratitude and love are my home emotions.
I fear ignorance, the medical community and for my son's life after I pass.
I would rejoice to see brotherhood lived in global peace and equality.
Resident brat of all in the U.S. Army world, I lack a hometown.

... CayCay
February 3, 2019

by Carole Duet |
Categories: love,


Love is always a sacrifice. What would you willingly give for love to live? Your wealth? Your religion? Your job? Your identity? Your weapons? Your fame? Your friends? Your family?’ Your home? Your life? What would you willingly give for love to live? By: Carole O’Terry Duet Copyright: 4/27/2019 “All Rights Reserved”

by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 10th grade, brother, character, giving, identity, introspection, poetry,

Poet Dreamer

Poet. People find me loyal, softhearted, gregarious, and an intellectual. I was born the third eldest of ten sisters and two brothers. I love my husband, our family, children and ordinary folks. My poems express empathy, compassion and indignation. I fear a bleak future, wrought by global warming, and over population. And if it were possible, I'd love to meet Jesus, an alien and Nikola Tesla. A prolific writer, I'm a proud resident of Toronto Ontario, Canada. Dreamer. (Bio) Jan. 26, 2019

by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade, how i feel, i am, identity, self,

My Bio Poem from Caren

Creative, Empathetic, Respectful, Helpful
Wife of Joe, mother of Angela, Tracy, and Susie, 
Mother-in-law of Josh and Andy,
Grandma of Emily, Cali, Molly, Tony, Jack, Josie, Lucy, Daisy, Max and Johnny.
Lover of children, dogs, and family.
Who feels joy, excitement, and amused.
Who needs people, work, and love.
Who gives happiness, soft words, and tender touches.
Who fears violence, anger, and rage.
Who would like to see the world assimilate as one.
Resident of Kansas

by Madisyn Collier |
Categories: sad

I Walk

	I walk these streets,
		These deserted roads.

	These paths and walkways, 
		Yes, these I know.

	And they’re always looking,
		Carefully watching these roads.

	Yet I walk by unnoticed,
		My true identity unknown.

	I stagger down this dirt pathway,
		My way, ever bound for home.

	Those other streets I notice,
		Always lit with moony glow.

	But if I were to jog them,
		I’d end up here again, I know.

	For I walk these roads for healing,
		And I walk these roads for strength.

	These roads I need, these roads I love,
		Well worn, I stride this length.