Acceptance Poems - Poems about Acceptance

I saw him in the corridor — my mind stopped for a moment, all my emotions rushing back, stunned, yet I kept walking. Once I was away, I crossed a wall — and broke down, tears flowing down my cheeks, words unsaid I couldn’t hold. I wanted to stay, to hold on to him, but I needed to go — to let go for my peace. I saw...

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Whispers Beneath the Cemetery Is love undead? Is love fate? Is love just holding on— a ghost that won’t abate? Does death mean I must give up on us, let go of what was? I stare at your grave— hours slipping by— Will you resurrect? Will you rise or die? A strange peace lingers— a burden I can’t lay down, The silence, the stillness— haunting and profound. I feel you...

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It's hard What is? The feigned facade displayed on Caps on my face The last thing I am is brave In the dark, I'm everything I want to be In the light, I'm who they want me to be. It's hard What is? The imposed words gushing from their mouths with the resonance of stamps Like rules but they are beliefs Beliefs that I...

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Museums A place full of stories Of art Not just in the paintings But in the people too A little black girl walking hand in hand with her mother Her eyes lit up in wonder Wandering what she would discover While she walks around Spinning around And jumping up and down She doesn't see That everytime she jumps the light reflecting on her beautiful...

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I fear many things. I fear I stay complacent in my own misery. Time is of the essence, yet action for change is unattainable And I speak of change possible for myself, which is perhaps the most upsetting point to note, for my limits are set on a glass roof I fear I will shatter with my feet on the...

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The tilt of a head The pass of a ball Things that make me believe I’m wanted after all ...

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I meet myself at the edge of mirror glass— its surface holds me like a verdict; renders me in symmetry I do not trust. Do I offer brilliance, or only repetition? Each submission a blade, each stanza a wound— I split myself into offerings, waiting for the weight of judgment. The axe does not ask, only answers. It falls, sharp with certainty—yes...

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if you can't accept you; you won't accept me accept self to be authentic; remove shame there are no flaws imperfection is true perfection honest, trustworthy, genuine with self if you won't accept you; you can't accept me ...

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When I find myself in times of trouble… That’s right, Mother Mary and all the rest. Always right there on our shoulder And in our hearts. It’s all good you know, And there can really be no regrets. You wouldn’t know what you do now If you hadn’t known what you did then… And so it goes Around and ‘round. Until all that’s left...

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With all the troubles facing us today… in our countries, our cities and our towns… why is it some people get so angry at how other people use pronouns? When surrounded by wars, poverty, hunger, abuse of power why does some people’s anger stem when other people prefer to be called he/him, she/her or they/them? Personally, if a person is loving, compassionate and...

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Hi mom! Hi Dad! I’m your baby…you just brought me into the world… But as I learn to walk and talk and grow…. There is something that concerns me…something I’d like you to know. I know you’re pretty busy falling in love with me probably looking to each other and our family and friends for support and since I’m already...

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Our fantasy sometimes will paint A lover that's some kind of saint. But isn't that dull? For life is more full Where only perfection, there ain't....

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when i was merely fourteen- i remember walking around wondrously throughout my town, i wondered how people could live like this. i look to my left and saw a fresh painted white house with a picket french and a freshly mowed lawn. when i looked to the left- i saw a small house with mint green...

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It’s shameful, the way I clutch. Like a child with a broken toy, believing if I just hug it tight enough, it’ll fix itself. I know people aren’t possessions. But tell that to the part of me that has only known love as something that gets taken just when I start to believe it’s mine. I rot with envy when he smiles at someone...

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I cannot imagine future living without eyes tearing while screams chest develop - no acceptance views sooth me - wanting release for inner peace seems a futile painful endeavor I hear heaven's precious angels crying - relationships worship purpose tainted truth will be lost as dysfunctions grow - artificial intelligence violates all hearts minds souls - it is not progressive but sick...

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