Category: poem
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Recognition and Results by Walking Shadow Poetry Kenya
In this world we live in, Where screens glow brighter than real conversations, Where clicks speak louder than silent dedication, It feels like everyone’s chasing something, But not always the right thing. We want to be seen, We want to be heard, We want the world to notice our existence, As if our worth depends…
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When Your Time Is Up
It’s never easy,Never simple,To watch someone else step into the spaceYou once called home. At first, you tell yourself it’s fine,That you’re fine.But truthfully, it’s not that simple.Because when someone else starts doing what you did…But smoother, sharper, better,It cuts deeper than words can ever explain. And somehow,It feels as though the world barely noticed…
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We grew up in humble families
We grew up in humble familiesWhere love filled the rooms, but survival shaped our days.Old houses held our childhood memories,While small towns echoed stories no one dared to tell. Every meal felt like a miracle.Getting to school demanded more than just willpower,It took courage to show up when the journey itself felt like a battle.And…
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It’s strange, really by Walking Shadow Poetry
I’m scared of being alone,Not the kind where you sit quietly for a while,But the kind that feels like a heavy shadow,Creeping in when no one’s around. It’s strange, really.How silence can feel louder than a crowd,How an empty room can weigh more than a thousand voices. I don’t like it,The quiet.The stillness.It feels too…
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Echoes of a Broken Home by Walking Shadow Poetry
I was raised where love sounded like warWhere the walls shook not from laughter,But from voices sharp enough to cut through silence.Where “I love you” was whispered in public,But fists spoke louder behind closed doors. I grew up learning that love…Was something you had to survive. And so, I survived.Through nights where sleep was a…
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Silent Wounds: When Boys Are Left to Suffer by walking shadow
They never talk about it,Not when it’s a boy.Because somehow, pain has a gender,And if you’re a man, you’re supposed to endure. They tell you to toughen up,Be strong, move on,Like your body wasn’t broken in ways words can’t hold.Like your spirit didn’t shatter in a room too cold to breathe. And the worst part?No…
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Whispers of the Waves by walking shadow poetry | WATER
Water speaks, but do we hear?A gentle drop, a crystal tear.It flows in rivers, wide and free,Yet cries in lands of misery. Some wake up to its endless grace,Fresh and clean, a sweet embrace.Water running at their call,A simple gift, yet not for all. While others walk for miles each day,Hoping thirst will fade away.Buckets…
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Lost in the Middle, Rising to the Top | TEEN LIFE SPOKEN WORD by walking shadow poetry
They say we’re young, they say we’re free,But no one knows the storm in me.One moment high, the next one low,Trying to find the way to go. We chase our dreams, we crave a voice,Yet every day, we face a choice.Between the pressure, fears, and doubt,Still figuring what life’s about. Expectations weigh us down,They want…
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The Hands That Never Rest by Walking Shadow poetry
She wakes before the world can see,Rubs her eyes, prepares her tea.The kids are calling, time moves fast,No moment lingers, nothing lasts. First, she packs the little bags,Checks the homework, grabs the tags.Then off she goes, another race,Between the workplace and her place. Some are married, some alone,Single moms who build a home.No helping hand,…