Tag: Walkingshadowpoetry
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PASTOR’S KID.
In the church’s shadow, I was the pastor’s child, In the pews, my secrets quietly compiled. With a gentle hush, my lips were sealed, Amidst childhood’s traumas, my heart concealed. In Sunday’s grace, we all would pray, But I carried burdens day by day. The mask I wore, so tightly sealed, Hid the wounds that…
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HARMONY OF HOPE.
In Kenya’s soil, seeds of change, Tilling fields, a transformation range. Farmers toil, sweat on their brow, Harvests plentiful, dreams avow. From Nairobi’s streets to Mombasa’s shore, Commerce thrives, an open door. Trade routes bustling, East to West, Economic winds, a mighty crest. Investment flows, both near and far, Infrastructure rising, a guiding star. Bridges…
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You’ve Got This!😉!
In the fields of life, young Tim did roam, A Christian lad with a heart called home. Through trials tough, he’d often say, “You’ve got this,” in his own way. Tim’s faith, a light in darkest night, Guiding him with love so bright. With every challenge, big or small, He’d stand up tall, he’d never…
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Unsealed Lips.
In childhood’s land, where secrets kept, My lips are sealed, the tears I wept. In shadows deep, my heart confined, A tale of wounds, a troubled mind. The playground’s laughter, skies so bright, Yet hidden battles, out of sight. My lips are sealed, they dare not speak, Of scars that linger, wounds so deep. Innocence…
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Childhood Traumas.
In childhood’s land, where dreams took flight, Hid whispers lost in the dead of night. With secrets kept, my lips sealed tight, Carried along in shadows’ blight. A tender heart, aching to tell, Of memories that cast a haunting spell. But those words trapped in a hidden shell, Locked away, where emotions dwell. In playgrounds…
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RARE GEM.
In a town where the sun sets low, Lived Precious, who’d lost her glow. Lost amidst life’s complex race, Yearning for some saving grace. This character, with heart so frail, Sought guidance when all seemed to fail. They roamed through streets, lost and astray, Desperate to find a brighter way. In an alley, where shadows…


