Tag: poems
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“Thank You for Loving Me When I Was Too Tired to Love Myself.”
The one who stayed when life got loud and silent all at once. You didn’t walk in when things were perfect,you showed up when life was messy,when my smile was heavy,and my words were too tired to speak.You didn’t ask me to explain the storm,you just stood next to me and held the umbrella,sometimes silently…and…
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To the One Who Held My Hand First.
Before I knew how to hold a pencil,you held my hand.Before I could write my name,you whispered it with love, again and again.Before I could count from one to ten,you counted on me.You believed I could,even when I didn’t know what “I can” meant. You were more than just a teacher.You were the first voice…
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When You’re Just a Bridge They Cross on Their Way to Joy
We meet people.Not just any people,but the kind that walk in silentlycarrying storms behind their eyes,the kind that smile while breaking,laugh while bleeding,pretending they’re finewhen everything inside says otherwise. And somehow,we become their calm.We become their shoulder,their listener,their quiet space,their safe place.We become the bridge between pain and peace,the unspoken therapy sessionin the middle of…
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“Strategic Warfare: Conquering Battles That Silence the Weak”
The problem with me is that I don’t just fight.I don’t throw punches at every shadow,or draw my sword at every whisper of war.No, I take a step back. I retreat.Not because I’m weak, not because I’m afraid,but because I have learned,not every battle is worth my strength,not every fight deserves my time,not every war…
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More Than Just a Door by Walking Shadow Poetry.
Fame and popularityThey shine like golden keys,Unlocking doors that once seemed sealed,Creating pathways where none existed,Opening spaces for you to walk in,For the world to see what you bring. But tell me,What good is a doorIf you cannot stay in the room?If the moment you step inside,Your presence fades like a whisper in the wind?Because…
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We are walking paintings by walking shadow poetry.
Our lives,They are not just our own.They are stories written in real time,Pages turning with every step we take.They are footprints in the sand,Guiding those who come after us,A manual for the lost,A map for the wandering. We are walking paintings,Masterpieces in progress,Brushstrokes of pain and triumph,Shades of struggle,Layers of lessons.Every scar we carry is…
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“Unlock the Hidden Power Within: How to Overcome Life’s Bitter Struggles and Reclaim Your Passion!”
Onions, they cause tears.They steal your joy,Like a thief in the night,They snatch your happiness without warning,You didn’t even see it coming.One slice, one moment,And suddenly, your heart feels heavy,Your eyes flood with the weight of all that hurts,And you wonder,Why does something so smallHave the power to take so much? Lemons, they cause bitterness.You…
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Buried, Betrayed, But Not Broken.The Rise of the Chosen
I wonder…How many Josephs are sitting in their pits,not because they belong there,but because the ones they trusted the mostwere the same ones who threw them in.They wait, hoping, praying, believingthat maybe, just maybe, someone will remember them,someone will pull them out,someone will say, “You don’t deserve this.”But days turn to nights, nights to weeks,and…
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Regret is a Ruthless Teacher, But I Learned
I was left with questions,ones that echoed in my mind like an unanswered call,ones that made my heart sink a little deeper into itself. Was it my body?Was it my heart?Was it something I said, something that didn’t sit right with you?Did I turn you off?Did I say too much, or maybe too little? I…