Category: poem
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A soul built very strong from a broken stone.
Mum died when I was just six years old,Her arms still warm but turning cold.She left behind more than her nameA newborn brother, fragile, unnamed. Two weeks old, he barely knew her face,Yet in his cry, I felt her grace.I wiped his tears with trembling hands,A child myself, yet trying to stand. They took us…
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THE PAINFUL Genuine CRY OF A TEACHER who is hurt.
Dear parent, before you judge too fast,Please walk a mile in the shoes we’ve worn in class.You see the marks, the lessons, the smile,However, you miss the tears we’ve held in all the while. We come with passion, hearts open wide,To shape young minds, to stand by their side.Even so, before we truly begin,We’re already…
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A Painful poem from the Orphaned heart.
You walk with silence stitched in your steps,A heart that holds more loss than sleep,But oh, how strong your quiet has grown,Much deeper than the world can see. No lullaby kissed your weary night,No hand reached out to calm your fear,Yet still you rise with morning’s light,Still you stay, still you persevere. The word “orphan”…
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Thank you for choosing to Be the best Father.
I don’t know where to begin,Because “thank you” feels too smallFor the mountain of love you’ve carried,And the steady hands that held me through it all. You never wore a cape,But you were my hero anyway,Not because you flew,But because you stayed. Stayed when life was heavy.Stayed when my dreams were still whispers.Stayed when I…
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She’s Not Too Emotional, You’re Just Not Listening Right
Dear man,I’m not here to fight.Nor am I here to blame you.Rather, I’m here to speak,honestly, gently, and directly. There are nights when I need to talk.Not argue.Not debate.And definitely not defend my feelings.Instead, I simply want to be heard. In those moments, I’m not looking for solutions.I don’t need a plan, a strategy, or…
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They never ever believed in Me
They didn’t clap.Not when I tried.Not when I stayed up all night just to prove a point.Not when I kept showing up with a voice no one heard. Instead, they looked away.They shrugged.They asked, “Are you still doing that thing?”like passion has an expiry date. At first, I thought maybe they were right.After all, who…
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Letting go is the hardest thing to ever do.
The last time we crossed paths,my heart was pounding; like a drumline reaching its final round.Although I wasn’t hoping for a reunion,still, the weight of the past made itself known.Because even now,memories have a way of echoing louder than the moment There they were,the same eyes that once read my silencenow seemed colder, more distant.At…
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“We Survived What Was Meant to Destroy Us”
By Walking Shadow Poetry Life doesn’t always send warnings before it breaks us. Some of us have walked through seasons that nearly destroyed everything inside yet here we are. Still breathing. Still building. Still becoming. This piece is a reflection, not just of pain, but of the quiet strength it takes to keep going when…
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A Working Mom’s Silent Pain.
I still remember the way you called me out,Right there in the hallway, no warning, no doubt.My daughter’s tiny fingers curled tight in my hand,And there you were, like a storm, taking a stand. You pointed at the file I misplaced last week,Your voice raised high; even so, my strength felt weak.You didn’t ask if…