Poems About Strength Seeking Friendly Advice
#strength
Poems about strength seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Cobra1101
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 11:53pm
8th Mar 2025 11:53pm
A cheater
The best way to deal with a cheater is to forgive them as well as end it all.
The reason y they cheated is an excuse to keep playing in your face, cut your lost early because the truth is, you are sleeping with, trying to build with, what we call a human kind, roof roof dog,
Male or female, it will attack your mental no matter how tough you are,
honesty will not exist any more, it will be a lie, every day, line for line, if it were a song then bar for bar. ...
The reason y they cheated is an excuse to keep playing in your face, cut your lost early because the truth is, you are sleeping with, trying to build with, what we call a human kind, roof roof dog,
Male or female, it will attack your mental no matter how tough you are,
honesty will not exist any more, it will be a lie, every day, line for line, if it were a song then bar for bar. ...
#inspirational
#strength
40 reads
0 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 6:14pm
8th Mar 2025 6:14pm
you are my island
you are
my island
when
i am
surrounded
by
troubled
water.
my island
when
i am
surrounded
by
troubled
water.
#admiration
#courage
#friendship
#inspirational
#strength
74 reads
4 Comments
TrueLover
Meganne
Meganne
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 5:57pm
7th Mar 2025 5:57pm
Cycle of trauma
Voices like leaves in the wind,
Here and gone again, and again.
Seasons change.
People change.
Feelings change.
Reasons change.
Dreams change.
But we're still the same.
Cought in a loop of demolition.
Aggravation.
Isolation.
Contemplating.
So frustrating.
When's it gonna end?
Over and over.
Again and again.
Stuck with a label.
As if I'm unable,
to try.
To cry.
To soar or fall,
Across the sky.
I wonder why?
I bother....
Here and gone again, and again.
Seasons change.
People change.
Feelings change.
Reasons change.
Dreams change.
But we're still the same.
Cought in a loop of demolition.
Aggravation.
Isolation.
Contemplating.
So frustrating.
When's it gonna end?
Over and over.
Again and again.
Stuck with a label.
As if I'm unable,
to try.
To cry.
To soar or fall,
Across the sky.
I wonder why?
I bother....
#sadness
#strength
#suffering
67 reads
2 Comments
Maple666
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 11:11pm
4th Mar 2025 11:11pm
Grace .
When you are at your weakest that is when
you need to be superwoman or superman
and battle away .
One day you don’t feel so bad and that’s coz
you tried . I think people are mostly magic ✨for being who they are . Life can be hard and most times nobody says how they feel.
I mean you don’t want to be the odd one .
Life can be pretending yes I am fine . You got your
pink pop lipstick on or your precious jewels but you
can’t smile and mean it .
We are all bloody mad if you ask me some of the time .
It is like...
you need to be superwoman or superman
and battle away .
One day you don’t feel so bad and that’s coz
you tried . I think people are mostly magic ✨for being who they are . Life can be hard and most times nobody says how they feel.
I mean you don’t want to be the odd one .
Life can be pretending yes I am fine . You got your
pink pop lipstick on or your precious jewels but you
can’t smile and mean it .
We are all bloody mad if you ask me some of the time .
It is like...
#admiration
#courage
#motivational
#strength
#TimeHeals
47 reads
4 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 11:55pm
3rd Mar 2025 11:55pm
Rainy World
The world used to feel
so beautiful.
I adapted to the rain
falling.
The tempo changed
often
with an emotional
drumming, clearing
the world, exposing
the scent of rusted oak
woods along my path.
In gilded water
drops in my hand,
The world feels so beautiful,
clutching the magic.
We get old
and the world
gets cold
and rain we use to know
is only a wet mess.
The rain I used to know
/ as magic /
is just a wet mess
of disillusionment, ...
so beautiful.
I adapted to the rain
falling.
The tempo changed
often
with an emotional
drumming, clearing
the world, exposing
the scent of rusted oak
woods along my path.
In gilded water
drops in my hand,
The world feels so beautiful,
clutching the magic.
We get old
and the world
gets cold
and rain we use to know
is only a wet mess.
The rain I used to know
/ as magic /
is just a wet mess
of disillusionment, ...
#depression
#hope
#metaphor #strength
#metaphor #strength
96 reads
2 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 3:12pm
3rd Mar 2025 3:12pm
Questions?
Were you ever loved
For being who you are
Did you hide in shadows
Of an empty body to avoid more scars
Did you ever speak your mind
And pay the price
With bruises and doubts
To sit alone in your room and cry
Would you stand for something
That brings pain and misery
Convicted of its truth
Even when its faith is a mystery
Would you deny your God
If it meant you would die
Or would you turn your back
Just to save your life
For being who you are
Did you hide in shadows
Of an empty body to avoid more scars
Did you ever speak your mind
And pay the price
With bruises and doubts
To sit alone in your room and cry
Would you stand for something
That brings pain and misery
Convicted of its truth
Even when its faith is a mystery
Would you deny your God
If it meant you would die
Or would you turn your back
Just to save your life
#confusion
#courage
#fear
#spiritual
#strength
61 reads
3 Comments
Her
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 6:29pm
2nd Mar 2025 6:29pm
Today, I Speak Me
When I emerged from the cocoon I had been sheltered in the majority of my life, nobody in my life spoke my language. I was multilingual in suffering but I might as well have been mute. I spun like a whirling dervish trying to get people to understand me. Today, I speak me. For those who don’t comprehend, I don’t translate anymore, so good fucking luck. You had your chance.
#healing
#MovingOn
#PersonalGrowth
#prose
#strength
120 reads
17 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 9:25am
2nd Mar 2025 9:25am
morning poem
Morning poem
This morning, sky and sea had the color shiny grey and I could see forever and saw a man and his son on the deck of big ship, eating prunes because it was good for digesting heavy food. In my childhood, prunes a rare fruit was served at Christmas for the same reason, but only in America could one get hamburgers, as told by seafarers who had seen the bright lights at place called Broadway.
The sky shifted color to everyday grey, it began raining and the morning show was over
This morning, sky and sea had the color shiny grey and I could see forever and saw a man and his son on the deck of big ship, eating prunes because it was good for digesting heavy food. In my childhood, prunes a rare fruit was served at Christmas for the same reason, but only in America could one get hamburgers, as told by seafarers who had seen the bright lights at place called Broadway.
The sky shifted color to everyday grey, it began raining and the morning show was over
#admiration
#redemption
#respect #strength
#respect #strength
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0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
1st Mar 2025 10:01am
1st Mar 2025 10:01am
the joke is on me
The joke is on me
When I read that Starmer, when visiting Trump, had with him an invitation from the king of England, offering Trump dinner
I thought it was a joke, but it was true. Trump was flattered and accepted the invitation
Of course, he is an egomaniac who thinks he is a royal American king, and why not!
The difference between the two kings is that Trump has power and the English king is reduced to a face on loose pocket change
Is President Trump a good ruler? Well, he is autocratic and gets things done, not always with aplomb, but no one is perfect
In a...
When I read that Starmer, when visiting Trump, had with him an invitation from the king of England, offering Trump dinner
I thought it was a joke, but it was true. Trump was flattered and accepted the invitation
Of course, he is an egomaniac who thinks he is a royal American king, and why not!
The difference between the two kings is that Trump has power and the English king is reduced to a face on loose pocket change
Is President Trump a good ruler? Well, he is autocratic and gets things done, not always with aplomb, but no one is perfect
In a...
#emotions
#hope
#respect #strength
#respect #strength
25 reads
0 Comments
Ewayne
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 10:10pm
27th Feb 2025 10:10pm
Ain't Nobody coming
We all waiting.
For a sign. For a savior.
For the stars to align, for the right time,
for some kinda miracle to show up
and make sense of this mess we call life.
But what if nobody’s coming?
What if the hands you been reaching for
are the same ones you got folded in your lap?
See, we been conditioned to crave,
to feel like we missing something.
That next job, next love, next feeling,
like there’s a piece of the puzzle
forever slipping between our fingers.
But who told you that you weren’t already whole?
That the answer...
For a sign. For a savior.
For the stars to align, for the right time,
for some kinda miracle to show up
and make sense of this mess we call life.
But what if nobody’s coming?
What if the hands you been reaching for
are the same ones you got folded in your lap?
See, we been conditioned to crave,
to feel like we missing something.
That next job, next love, next feeling,
like there’s a piece of the puzzle
forever slipping between our fingers.
But who told you that you weren’t already whole?
That the answer...
#courage
#happiness
#hope
#motivational
#strength
106 reads
3 Comments
Ewayne
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 6:43pm
25th Feb 2025 6:43pm
She Rose in Power
I swear I died one day.
Not in a grave, not in the flesh,
But something in me left.
Like my spirit packed its bags and said,
"I can't live here no more."
Three years before the world shut down,
I was already a ghost in my own life,
Trapped in a body that ain’t feel like mine.
Seventeen years deep with love that outgrew me.
Since 11th grade, I called it home—
But home ain’t supposed to suffocate you.
One morning, I woke up,
And the love that held me together?
It felt like chains.
So I let it go. Had to.
And...
Not in a grave, not in the flesh,
But something in me left.
Like my spirit packed its bags and said,
"I can't live here no more."
Three years before the world shut down,
I was already a ghost in my own life,
Trapped in a body that ain’t feel like mine.
Seventeen years deep with love that outgrew me.
Since 11th grade, I called it home—
But home ain’t supposed to suffocate you.
One morning, I woke up,
And the love that held me together?
It felt like chains.
So I let it go. Had to.
And...
#courage
#faith
#inspirational
#spiritual
#strength
98 reads
3 Comments
Ewayne
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 6:10pm
25th Feb 2025 6:10pm
She Was Never Alone
She was seven.
A little Black girl in a world too heavy for her small frame,
Too sharp for her soft hands,
Too cruel for a heart that only wanted love.
She didn’t belong...at least, that’s what it felt like.
Floating through her own life, a ghost in her own skin,
Scared. Lost. Disconnected.
The nights swallowed her whole,
Darkness pressed against her like an unwanted touch.
The world wasn’t safe.
The monsters weren’t just under the bed.
They had keys to the front door.
Spoke in whispers when Mama wasn’t home.
Mama was always...
A little Black girl in a world too heavy for her small frame,
Too sharp for her soft hands,
Too cruel for a heart that only wanted love.
She didn’t belong...at least, that’s what it felt like.
Floating through her own life, a ghost in her own skin,
Scared. Lost. Disconnected.
The nights swallowed her whole,
Darkness pressed against her like an unwanted touch.
The world wasn’t safe.
The monsters weren’t just under the bed.
They had keys to the front door.
Spoke in whispers when Mama wasn’t home.
Mama was always...
#courage
#emotions
#hope
#strength
#TimeHeals
116 reads
7 Comments
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