Tag: Walkingshadowpoetry
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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…
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We grew up in humble families
We grew up in humble familiesWhere love filled the rooms, but survival shaped our days.Old houses held our childhood memories,While small towns echoed stories no one dared to tell. Every meal felt like a miracle.Getting to school demanded more than just willpower,It took courage to show up when the journey itself felt like a battle.And…
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It’s strange, really by Walking Shadow Poetry
I’m scared of being alone,Not the kind where you sit quietly for a while,But the kind that feels like a heavy shadow,Creeping in when no one’s around. It’s strange, really.How silence can feel louder than a crowd,How an empty room can weigh more than a thousand voices. I don’t like it,The quiet.The stillness.It feels too…
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Echoes of a Broken Home by Walking Shadow Poetry
I was raised where love sounded like warWhere the walls shook not from laughter,But from voices sharp enough to cut through silence.Where “I love you” was whispered in public,But fists spoke louder behind closed doors. I grew up learning that love…Was something you had to survive. And so, I survived.Through nights where sleep was a…
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Silent Wounds: When Boys Are Left to Suffer by walking shadow
They never talk about it,Not when it’s a boy.Because somehow, pain has a gender,And if you’re a man, you’re supposed to endure. They tell you to toughen up,Be strong, move on,Like your body wasn’t broken in ways words can’t hold.Like your spirit didn’t shatter in a room too cold to breathe. And the worst part?No…
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Whispers of the Waves by walking shadow poetry | WATER
Water speaks, but do we hear?A gentle drop, a crystal tear.It flows in rivers, wide and free,Yet cries in lands of misery. Some wake up to its endless grace,Fresh and clean, a sweet embrace.Water running at their call,A simple gift, yet not for all. While others walk for miles each day,Hoping thirst will fade away.Buckets…