Poems About Strength Seeking Friendly Advice
#strength
Poems about strength seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
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INSIDE ROARE
(from the river to the springs part four last)
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Like a miracle of solid stone,
where do you get the strength to find your way out.
I'll come again where the sun rises
to your spring where I welcome the new day.
Different every time even though it seems the same to me
it's your music and i'm listening to it
As a tree its roots,
so I have my sources.
Where you say "I don't believe"
that's exactly where I come from and will continue.
I want to keep on giving the life
for...
(from the river to the springs part four last)
Source
Like a miracle of solid stone,
where do you get the strength to find your way out.
I'll come again where the sun rises
to your spring where I welcome the new day.
Different every time even though it seems the same to me
it's your music and i'm listening to it
As a tree its roots,
so I have my sources.
Where you say "I don't believe"
that's exactly where I come from and will continue.
I want to keep on giving the life
for...
#love
#strength
#motivational
#inspirational
#respect
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nomads
i cannot
explain
this hurt
that builds
in me
if i stay
in
one place
too long,
these
emotions,
my
displeasure,
i am
waiting
to be
somewhere else
come another
tomorrow.
explain
this hurt
that builds
in me
if i stay
in
one place
too long,
these
emotions,
my
displeasure,
i am
waiting
to be
somewhere else
come another
tomorrow.
#happiness
#strength
#courage
#inspirational
#redemption
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Mountain Top .
If I could weave inside and out and meet myself on the mountain of now. A deep appreciation of a moment that is breathtaking as it’s incredulous. You reached the top despite the falls heck we are just people after all. We don’t always see that all the downs will also have a peak. We guard and prepare for the worst after the seasons of snow and despair, but we forget spring will break and make up for the heart break. When you are six feet under how you can see the wonder? Like a child’s eyes when it’s sees it’s first Christmas tree or learning to walk when you are constantly trying to...
#anxiety
#strength
#motivational
#confusion
#fear
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Being Me
Looking for truth
and art of being me
in my inner sanctum
not rug runners
that gather mistrust
looking at my reflection
and not a twisted dream
using a handheld mirror
and common sense
and art of being me
in my inner sanctum
not rug runners
that gather mistrust
looking at my reflection
and not a twisted dream
using a handheld mirror
and common sense
#happiness
#strength
#emotions
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that 2nd step...
7 of 30
she stepped boldly off a cliff
eyes open wide
spreading wings untried
& my gods...
you should have seen that girl fly
in a clear blue sky she grew more confident
sure she could soar at last
but a storm blew in & she was caught in the blast
startled by sudden turbulence
she plummeted toward the ground
trembling & crumpled
heart thundering & battered
fractured wings curled protectively around
her
stability shattered
as whispers in her ear offered much needed hope ...
she stepped boldly off a cliff
eyes open wide
spreading wings untried
& my gods...
you should have seen that girl fly
in a clear blue sky she grew more confident
sure she could soar at last
but a storm blew in & she was caught in the blast
startled by sudden turbulence
she plummeted toward the ground
trembling & crumpled
heart thundering & battered
fractured wings curled protectively around
her
stability shattered
as whispers in her ear offered much needed hope ...
#strength
#sister
#admiration #NaPoWriMo2024
#admiration #NaPoWriMo2024
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poetry lady
The poetry lady
the track leading to the main road is a sight
black and shiny like a mamba with white stripes
on each side
The road work was not for us locals,
but for the golf course, in a grove of a thousand
olive trees sacrificed as a sport for infantile men
dressed as clowns
"God is not great." A banal title for a book
The man who wrote the book,
was loved by god
who took him home early
My road ended at the lane going to Benafim
a woman dressed in red stood with an unlit cigarette
dangling from her...
the track leading to the main road is a sight
black and shiny like a mamba with white stripes
on each side
The road work was not for us locals,
but for the golf course, in a grove of a thousand
olive trees sacrificed as a sport for infantile men
dressed as clowns
"God is not great." A banal title for a book
The man who wrote the book,
was loved by god
who took him home early
My road ended at the lane going to Benafim
a woman dressed in red stood with an unlit cigarette
dangling from her...
#love
#strength
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Follow colourful though.
Can you hear me?
Stop playing around with my hair.
I've got three-hundred and ninety-four thousand,five hundred, beautiful sick as fuck views on my alleum website.
What you got foul.
Just stop playing With my hair.
Every strand belongs to me.
Still trying to drive away your abominable hatred. Left in my tea.
Look over there and see how sexy and elegantly I've become.
It was meant to be.
You can continue watching me if you like.
Just leave my hair alone.
Right now,I'm flying higher than...
Stop playing around with my hair.
I've got three-hundred and ninety-four thousand,five hundred, beautiful sick as fuck views on my alleum website.
What you got foul.
Just stop playing With my hair.
Every strand belongs to me.
Still trying to drive away your abominable hatred. Left in my tea.
Look over there and see how sexy and elegantly I've become.
It was meant to be.
You can continue watching me if you like.
Just leave my hair alone.
Right now,I'm flying higher than...
#strength
#uplifting
#MovingOn
#healing
#PersonalGrowth
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mom's badassery
4 of 30
she was born to a family who had no use for daughters
doting on 3 sons...little girl practically forgotten
shuffled off to live with relatives & boarding school
because her own parents didn't know what to do with her
...or maybe they just couldn't be bothered
I used to believe she was incredibly sheltered
so much in life seemed to shock her
turns out...that wasn't it...
she was reared to be seen...keep quiet & be pretty
most importantly...expected to marry
...within or above her supposed station ...
she was born to a family who had no use for daughters
doting on 3 sons...little girl practically forgotten
shuffled off to live with relatives & boarding school
because her own parents didn't know what to do with her
...or maybe they just couldn't be bothered
I used to believe she was incredibly sheltered
so much in life seemed to shock her
turns out...that wasn't it...
she was reared to be seen...keep quiet & be pretty
most importantly...expected to marry
...within or above her supposed station ...
#love
#strength
#courage
#mother
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Silence .
I will always be remembered as the girl who grew into a woman who had no strength or courage. The girl who sat on the fence and whose voice never found her vocal cords to shout. You don’t know me at all. Just coz I don’t scream, and rant doesn’t mean I don’t feel. That’s my problem you see I feel too much to be in a world that only sees the loudest and boldest. I don’t like that at all I hear alcoholic rants at home and it’s enough more than enough all that noise.
I never though saw courage, but a coward drenched in party seven fits who could knock a woman for six and leave her...
I never though saw courage, but a coward drenched in party seven fits who could knock a woman for six and leave her...
#strength
#hope
#courage
#redemption
#emotions
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In the middle of the scenery
I wonder if I hang around.
Something will find me,
crawl Languidly,in-between the strands of my recently found platinum blonde on Trafalgar Square. Hair.
This hair,wig.
Whatever you want to call it.
Encircles my sunken,full of regret cheeks.
Inherited,forever buried it,sculptured it,from my eccentric,with a smiggen of militant reverie full of contradictionary beliefs,called my daddy.
Oh how unconventially he loved me.
The moment mummy left me,caressed me,
was it really necessary,to be a very famous revolutionary...
Something will find me,
crawl Languidly,in-between the strands of my recently found platinum blonde on Trafalgar Square. Hair.
This hair,wig.
Whatever you want to call it.
Encircles my sunken,full of regret cheeks.
Inherited,forever buried it,sculptured it,from my eccentric,with a smiggen of militant reverie full of contradictionary beliefs,called my daddy.
Oh how unconventially he loved me.
The moment mummy left me,caressed me,
was it really necessary,to be a very famous revolutionary...
#strength
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Breathe
When I paint everything melts away. It is just me and the brush nothing else matters . Everything that was trapped in me flows freely unto the canvas ,I feel ,and find peace. With every stroke, and and every squeeze of the paint tube I become whole . The closest to heaven one can experince while breathing . Through my art I can breathe .
When I paint everything melts away. It is just me and the brush nothing else matters . Everything that was trapped in me flows freely unto the canvas ,I feel ,and find peace. With every stroke, and and every squeeze of the paint...
When I paint everything melts away. It is just me and the brush nothing else matters . Everything that was trapped in me flows freely unto the canvas ,I feel ,and find peace. With every stroke, and and every squeeze of the paint...
#strength
#admiration
#emotions
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dawn
crisp wind bites against
rosy damp cheeks
she braids dewy grass with a frown
under the morning glow
her eyes hold a thousand lost ages,
but no drops will fall from them now
Venus' light is energizing
she takes a breath once held before
brushes the petals of a golden tulip
exhausted of resurrection battle
holding fast for the morning's come now
butterfly flutters ripple the universe
a plume of foggy breath
crystals fly from shaken out curls
a lonely drip slips from the corner of this world
rosy damp cheeks
she braids dewy grass with a frown
under the morning glow
her eyes hold a thousand lost ages,
but no drops will fall from them now
Venus' light is energizing
she takes a breath once held before
brushes the petals of a golden tulip
exhausted of resurrection battle
holding fast for the morning's come now
butterfly flutters ripple the universe
a plume of foggy breath
crystals fly from shaken out curls
a lonely drip slips from the corner of this world
#strength
#healing
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DU Poetry : Poems About Strength Seeking Friendly Advice