Tag: preciousowoko
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The Real Problem by walking shadow poetry.
The problem isn’t you leaving without a word,It’s the expectation that I’d chase after you,Begging you to stay,Clinging to something that wasn’t even real. You thought I’d fall apart,That I’d crumble at your absence,That I’d run after you,Desperate to fix what was never meant to be. But the truth is,I’ve learned that some goodbyes are…
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Cost of Peace by walking shadow poetry.
Stop wasting your time,Trying so hard to bring me down.You might think your words and actionsCan take me apart,But all you’re doing is costing yourself peace. I’ve learned that there’s power in staying calm,Even when the world around me shakes.You see, while you’re busy building walls,I’m focused on building strength.And all your efforts to see…
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The Poison We Drank by walking shadow poetry.
We let greed take over,Let it quietly whisper,“More, more, more,”Until it became a voice louder than our own.We lost sight of what truly matters,Chasing after things that never filled the emptiness. We allowed contentment to slip away,Thinking we needed more to be happy,That what we had wasn’t enough.We didn’t stop to appreciate what we were…
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The Weight of Hope by walking shadow poetry.
Sometimes, our background tells the story,Of battles fought in silence, without glory.It’s the reason we rise, time after time,No matter how steep the mountain we climb. When life throws storms, we hold on tight,Because giving up isn’t in our sight.We carry dreams born in struggle and pain,For those who believe we’ll break the chain. Our…
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The Choices We Make by walking shadow poetry
Life stands like a market,Offering treasures and traps,Some to lift you higher,Others to pull you back. I’ve seen it all,The good and the bad,Moments that built me,And those that tore me apart. Funny how it worksIt all boils down to me.What I choose to chase,And what I let be. The time feels endless,Until it’s suddenly…
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Christmas, Then and Now by walking shadow poetry.
I remember when Christmas felt like magic,When the air itself seemed to hum with joy,The streets dressed in sparkling lights,And carolers sang songs we all knew by heart. Those days, the world seemed to pause,Shops filled with laughter, not just noise,Neighbors exchanging gifts and smiles,A season of giving, not just spending. We’d gather as a…
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End Corruption by walking shadow poetry.
I stand here with a heart so heavy,Dreams crushed, roads so unsteady.Not by storms or nature’s might,But hands that steal in the dead of night. I’ve seen the sick, their eyes pleading,Hospital beds with no one heeding.Money meant for their pain and care,Gone to line pockets without a share. I’ve walked roads riddled with cracks,Promised…
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Don’t Put the Blame on Me by walking shadow poetry.
The boundary of your vision is the boundary of your manifestation,How far you see defines your destination.Every man’s size is shaped by his estimation,Yet all you do is put the blame on me, without hesitation. You think I’m the one who walked away,That I left you wounded, with nothing to say.You believe I spread the…
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Stop Corruption by walking shadow poetry
I sit here, my heart so broken,By the pain of words unspoken.My father died, not by chance,But because a bribe let danger advance. At the hospital, they turned us away,“No beds here,” was all they’d say.Yet I saw money pass through hands,And watched them ignore my father’s plans. My sister dreamed of going to school,To…