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I. Am. A. Work. Of. Art. Carefully sculpted, made in greatness not perfection, My imperfections make me rae, my rarity makes me beautiful, Meant to be appreciated for who and what I am,
"I am" is a phrase used world wide. A term used to define who you are, but sometimes those labels are taken too far. In a world full of titles- defining your destiny, I choose not to submit or be lead astray.
I am... a soul lit on fire with passionate dreams sprinkled with stardust and kerosine love filled to the brim openly ready to lend too trusting with it for my own good
I am strong and different.I wonder what other people think.I hear people crying for they can be free.I see tears falling down the cheek.I want to show the true me.I am strong and different.
People who know me know I like to sleep To me it’s not about the relaxation, It’s about the dreams –that are so sweet. I love to dream I could be a graceful dancer Or find the cure for cancer
Ego spit I am drive and alive. Open eyed Hot headed, chest out. Full of pride. I am relentless in achieving my goals. Creations.
Literature is My Cover Up
I was happy, carefree and loved to laugha big grin plastered on my face as i skipped along the pathnothing could stop me from feeling like i was a queen until a few years later when i became a teen
Who wants to be the brightest of them all? Who wouldn’t want to be? But existence is an eternal purgatory Mind like the ocean waves that flow so effortlessly
I am. I am actions. I am desires. I am dreams. I am thoughts. I am a fear of stairs.
I am a tainted philosopher who thinks too deeply; My mind is my only home. Although it is dark and treacherous, I have no where else to go. I spends every waking second in deep thought, for I know no other way to be.
There's nothing more better to say Than the great critics that's in my head Nothing is gonna stop them, nothing about them is going to end Perhaps away from any other code of city culture
Congratulations it's a baby girl! It starts from their day one on earth. The 1st true colors you see is pink. Pink walls, pink cloths, pink crib, for god sakes even your dippers are all pink.
I’m seventeen And I still sleep with a night-light Cause the dark things Come out at midnight Not from under my bed But from inside my head Things no one else could imagine
Who am I? You want to know who I am? Well I'll tell you what I'm not I'm not my brothers I'm not a jock, an artist, a musician, a druggie, or a brain I'm not the favorite I'm not crazy I'm not perfect
People always tell me they feel safe with me, always listening so patiently to their personal plea. Truth is I never asked for this, I didn't want to be their psychiatrist.
I am Change; As waves crest and break, And leaves burn and fall, My vision blurs and clears as my path alters according to develpoing dreams. I am More than a single word or a catchy phrase,
I AM ….. I am secretly scared, scared of the light at the end of the tunnel.
The pictures kept for her were the only memory she kept torn Torn thru those night I see See her near me only to feel the distance in my sleep my heart yearning for my love in which was lost that night
Its been a long time coming,
Iam beautiful I walk past a crowd and they look and stare Iam beautiful because they wouldn't dare Iam beautiful they crack jokes , and laugh because I wasn't built like the others
I am Kayla Aleta Canada. The name Kayla means pure and beloved. Aleta means truthful, derived from Alethia, the Greek goddess of truth. Yeah, my last name’s Canada, but no, I’m not from Canada. My ancestors are actually from Ireland.
Who was I? At first, I was Unsure, Insecure, A victim of my own self Having been broken One too many times. As they all say, "Things get better." Who am I now?
I am from where many do not wish to speak. I once too was meek then I realized that every obstacle made me, me. I didn't want anyone to know where I went when I went "home"
I am a beastI wonder what the future holdsI hear my steady heartbeat as I run this raceI see my hard work paying off
I am tenacious I spread my wings with the traumatized beast
I never stay in one place, I am constantly traveling, It’s the only thing I truly know. I don’t know what it’s like to stay in one place,
i am from a line from the flags that shine white, green, and red, i am known as a identical twin i am the mac n cheese i make after school i am the unknown wonders of the world i keep the secrets of our souls
I am misunderstood I am confused I am alone I am not what I expected I am parentless I am struggling I am trying I am hard working I am gaming I am fishing I am sleeping
I am not the labels this world has given me. I am not defined by anyone above or below me. I am myself simple and clear.
I know you very well
I am a music loving girl who is forgotten
My name means City of Trent, I think that is pretty stupid. My name can’t be defined by history because I am the present. I am now. Its meaning is constantly changing, It will never be just a few words.
I am. I can. I will be. I am a contribution to the future. I can contribute my future for the lives of many. I will be there for the lives of many because of my future.
I am from Milford Connecticut, where I was born on November 15th. And from rainy afternoons when 4 year old me, and 6 year old James, danced in the rain until our mom called us in or the sky cleared up.
I'm the type of girl who can find the beauty in everything. I'm the type of girl who doesn't want to believe in true love.
There's just something about dali, it makes me giddy it makes me sad,
Psychotic. Thrown from mouth to mouth.
I am flawed, I am different, I am moody, I am normal.
I am a Amanda I was born on a tuesday Now I dance on Tuesday Every tuesday I take my shoes, all my shoes ballet slippers point shoes charater heels jazz shoes sneakers to walk in
I am a strong independent woman. I will not be defined by my sex. I am a smart, intelligent woman. I will not let my gender determine my intelligence. I am intelligent because I strive to obtain knowledge.
I am the sun in the sky, that dies every night to let the moon live.
Where are you from, seems to be the question everyone is dying to know. Let me just say I'm not from roses and dandelions, nor butterflies and lady bugs. So where am I from?
Who Am I ?
God fearing woman but I'm not very religious But to me it's not about religion but the relationship you have with the spirit
I Am Black I Am A Girl
Allow me to reintroduce myself.
I am who God says I am. Many call it strange many call it unique you'll understand the more you seek Growing up an african american you witness many different things many of us are trapped
Jessica (noun.) A person:female, Age: You never ask for a women's age, *cough cough* 90's kid *cough cough* Weight: You never ask for a women's weight, ( but for Tae Kwon Do competitions:125lb)
I am the mother of a child who cannot speak I am the daughter of a soldier who lives through days like war I am the lover of a man who has more edges than curves I am the friend of a woman scarred
I drip to the nearest solid object, Not too soft to soak through Yet not to slick that I slide off I glide to different objects as I try to hold onto to each for a short period of time
(I am often silenced) by the crackle of dead leaves (as they give up) the ghosts beneath my feet, and every september when the leaves had fallen, leaving trees naked as my snowy kneecaps
On broken words and wasted days Wandering aimlessly in the dark The past is the past What has been set in stone Can never be undone Now pick yourself up And face your fears one by one
I am an only daughter
I am a magical girl drifting between this loathsome world with my magical powers that are with in me and embedded in my deep memories
I am! Who am I? To society, I am a name, a number, a faceless drone. To friends, I am replacable, I am weird, I am the obnoxious one. To family, I am the outcast, the outsider, the black sheep.
Growing up silent not knowing when to speak. Wondering when the pieces will fall into alignment. Thinking of ways to express my love, My love that comes from a harden heart. As my heart softens and emotions show.
I am not the color of my hair (lord knows i've dyed it so many times before anyways). I am not the color of my skin (I didn’t choose it). I am not the color of my eyes (they seem more appropriate on my dad’s face anyways).
I am a girl risen from ashes. An alcoholic mother And a drug-addict father. Yeah, you could say the odds were against me. Constantly being told you'll amount to nothing. Boy, did I prove them wrong?
I am different I am interesting I am loved I am full of love I am brown eyes I am brown hair I am not skinny I am not fat I am beautiful I am not society I am an individual
Me, Myself, Personally… I am, the smile that stretches for miles
I am many things everyone hates. I am who I am.
I am not a daughter. I am a third parent. I am not a student. I am a never ending question. I am not an employee. I am an asset. I am not what I appear to be.
If it isn’t my skin, then what shall it be? The two arms and legs that extend directly from me? That enable me to run past the wind, and jump the hurdles in front of me.
I am the clutter
Who am I? Am I the mistakes I made, The wrong decisions I thought were once so cool? Who am I? Am I a follower of the "in crowd," The coward afraid to speak against the popular kids?
I think, therefore I am But what do I think? What am I? What am I? I am beautiful I am free I am the fearful and wonderful creature that God made me to be
I AM Olivia Stoops I AM Smart. I AM Determined. I WONDER what the future holds in store for me. I HEAR the voices of my family and friends supporting what I do.
To people I am a quiet young woman
i was a large, vast ocean i had so much life inside of me and i took that life and created more life my waves crashed all around eventually, i fell in love with the sun
"Paint the roses red", she said
I am the rain, I pour out as please on anyone who's there I am the the trees, layers and layers of secrets hiding the core I am the wind, whispering to anyone who can hear me
I am Love,
I am the clock that counts the depth of the days, I am the goodness of your ways, I am the feather that glides on the wind, I am the cool mountain air that has thinned, I am the light that illuminates your heart,
I have a superpower. It is rare, almost like flying. You don't see many people flying. My superpower is words. I don't have a way with words, that implies words are a force to be had a way with.
Although I’m not perfect, I don’t feel the need to change Being myself is the coolest, It shouldn’t be seen as lame I’m smart and I’m funny, These are the things that make me perfect
Navy scrub top White scrub pants White sneakers and my nametag. I'm in the lab doing my skills, striving for perfection. I will make it. Tomorrow starts my internship
One may point out all my imperfections, and say I'm fat, but I want to make some corrections. I believe it's on the inside that comes up to bat when you're up against someone's infections
Days have been dark Months have been dark I have fallen I have tripped on my faith and soul, my dignity, my mind, my life... I have cut through every scar on my skin
I don't need to wear makeup. I'm fine the way I am. I don't need to be perfect. I know beauty is fleeting. I don't need a lot of friends. I have a few whom are true. I won't be liked by all. I'm thankful for who I have.
I am me. I am an unfading dreamer;
When you pass through the waters, I'll be with you When you stand against high rivers, they won't sweep over you When you walk through blazing fires, they will not touch you
A heart beating to the sound of a
i'm the little girl hiding behind her mother's legs i wonder if i'll be able to fight the monsters off without my dad by my side
Truth What is it to you? Facts? What is that? How- would you KNOW? You've been TOLD since birth that what is taught is TRUTH but who's to say? It could in fact, be false.
In the past, I was the one that was intelligent. I was the quiet one. I was the teacher’s pet. I was criticized for being a girl on the drumline. I was the one that played too soft. I was the liked one.
I am an optimistic soul I wonder about my past I hear the time keepers hands I see my future I want to start over I am a prisoner of time
Who knows what lies across the border? That border which stands so tall, It keeps us locked inside ourselves. All of us. Both big and small. We cannot truly find ourselves until we cross the border.
I still don't know myself.
You should know bullying hurts It starts with one word, one word you blurt Fat ugly, thot These are the words they hear. Did you know you're their biggest fear?
Life is filled with pain Life is filled with sorrows Bottled up anger As it goes deeper and deeper It's too much to keep Tears shed everyday All the nasty commemnts i hear
There is no place more lonely than being in a big crowd... by yourself.
What is 'here'? The word I mean Here There? 'Here' -What does it mean? Is it the physical manifestation of self? Is it the moment in time that all of our cells agree to be contained in space?
The whispers The side looks The constant putting down You’re no good You’re not cool and never will be You don’t like me. Well guess what? News flash I don’t like you either.
Bullying starts in your mind and make you feel insecure inside Bullying is a sin, because we are all God's children within. Why can't we stop this vicious sin? Is it, because we are too scared to step in?
I am the droplet. Fallen from a cloud. My reflective surface,
How? How are we supposed to walk with our heads down? How are we supposed to feel?
Here I stand transparent and tall lacking a true focal point. Yet barring my emotions that still exsit underneath the latch I once lost. I feel in the emptiness with a handful of tears as onlookers surround me.
I stand here before you with a smile on my face trying to determine my place in this race for success.
I am open-minded and kind-hearted
calling for help in a world unseen if there was anyone to be id like to be me what if this world was a dream just when it starts getting good they suck you back to the 'real world'
I am an optimist who wants to see the world I wonder what’s in store for me in the future I hear about the cultures and lifestyles of indigenous peoples I see the details that are easily missed by others
I am the mountains and they are me,
I am tonight’s DJ.I am neon strobe lights having a seizurein warehouse storage rooms. My music floods
I am a fixer,
am smart and ignorant I wonder why the government is so corrupt I hear the sound of debt knocking at my front door I see pre meditated terror crashing toward america
I began as an idea. Something someone thought up, Creative I am a reality. A person who breathes, Alive. I am a skeptic. Make me believe what I see, Imaginary.
I am here I am there I am everywhere Yet I am no where I see you And you look through me I feel bold You think I'm invisable Why can't you see me The way I see you
I am nice and intelligent. I am sweet and sensitive. I am the human race. I am the soul that lives within. I am swoosh, a gust of wind. I am unique. I am the next millionaire.
I AmI am an observer and Independent teen seeking for respectI wonder why people look up to me when I to make mistakesI hear announcers calling my name for awards for which I do services for funI see wrongs, goods, useless and un-knowing people a
I am optimistic and determined I wonder how far away it is from me I hear loud shouts of hope I see that this will not be easy I want to fulfill this dream I am optimistic and determined
See me at the doorway, The division between the Dark and the Divine. Insecurely, I inch toward my Immanuel While puddles collect at the foot of the Father, Being bottled up one by one. My I Am.
Swis, swish, she is air. Floating and flowing, being a breeze. Until she takes a stance. Stomp, stomp, and she is earth. Homely and humble, embracing every inch of stage. Until she stares out at you.
Who am I?