Tag: poetry
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“They Broke You, Left You, Now They Want You? Think Twice”
Sometimes… they don’t just fade.Sometimes… they come back.Not with a whisper, not by accident,But with fire in their eyes and trembling in their voice,Trying to rewind the moments they lost,Trying to fix the cracks with words you used to crave.They reach out like they finally understand what silence stole,Like they woke up one morning and…
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They stopped choosing you by walking shadow poetry
They might just fade away…Not with fireworks or grand announcements,Not with explanations that wrap everything up with a neat bow,But with a silence that sneaks in slowly,A silence that starts small, missed calls, shorter texts, longer gaps,Until one day, you realize it’s not silence anymore… it’s absence At first, you might find yourself scrolling through…
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“The Hidden Reason You Feel Stuckand How to Break Free”
Pain.It’s not something you can touch or see,but it’s something you feel.And, man, it’s so personal.So raw.So heavy.Yet, so many of us judge it.we judge the pain of others,we dismiss it,we don’t get it.And here’s the thing:you can never truly understand someone else’s painuntil you’ve lived through it yourself. I know it’s easy to look…
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“Walk in Their Shoes” Spoken Word Piece
Pain, it’s personal.So deeply personal, in fact,that no matter how much we want to understand,we can’t always feel it like they do.You see, it’s easy to judge,it’s easy to assume,it’s easy to dismiss someone else’s struggleswhen you haven’t lived them yourself.But here’s the truth,we can’t truly know someone’s journeyunless we’ve walked in their shoes. And…
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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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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…