Tag: STORY
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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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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…
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A Childhood Stolen, A Future Rebuilt.My Journey of Survival
I was just a boy when the storm hit,Back in 2009, my world split.I lost both parents in the blink of an eye,And from that moment, I had to learn to survive. At first, I thought family would be my shield,But then came 2010, and reality was revealed.My own sister, the one I called home,Turned…
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When It’s Time to Stop Chasing People | Spoken Word.
You’ve called…But no one’s picking up.You’ve sent messages,Words full of hope, full of heart,Yet, the silence is the only thing that speaks back.And it’s not once, not twice,It’s every time you reach out,Trying to prove they matter in your world. And quietly, you’ve been pleading,Not with your words, but with your actions.Hoping they’d notice your…
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Behind the Laughter, She Was Fighting a War No One Could See.
She preferred the noise…Because in the quiet, the thoughts got too loud.And trust me, no one tells you how heavy silence can be,When your heart is screaming things your mouth can’t say. See, the world moves fast, and she learned to keep up.Laugh a little louder, talk a little longer,Stay busy, always busy,Because if she…
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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…