Hidden Poems - Poems about Hidden

Some individuals wage wars within themselves, battles they rarely vocalize. Not from a desire to conceal, but from a profound understanding of silent resilience. They appear composed, manage their daily lives, tackle responsibilities, and extend care to others—all while wrestling with a deep, internal exhaustion. This weariness stems from an endless cycle of being the strong...

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Hidden beneath the leaves of trees is a blue shop - Gleefully I smile; half - construed but true shop. No soul in sight, parking heedlessly, now I plight - Wearing chapals, I go in - flight to this new shop. Entering, I see a man’s mouthy visage - Working he spits in a silver bowl in this rue...

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A mirror isn't just a frame, A sheet of glass that speaks your name. It shows your image. Yes, it's true– But now the whole of what is you. It doesn't bend, it doesn't fake, It captures truths you cannot break. But mirror hide in the other forms– In quiet thoughts, in silence storms. In words that bruise, in eyes that know, In...

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One day, the mirror didn't show me my face, but a universe hidden beneath my eyelids, A version no one meets, a world of public smiles and hidden wounds, Held together by deep silences and storms of anger, a thousand unspoken words like lonely stars, The mirror didn't ask how I was, but painted my nights when I...

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What if forever was never meant to be? Just a story we told ourselves to sleep at night, A myth we wrapped around broken promises So they wouldn’t hurt as much in the morning. I loved you like a secret — One I couldn't tell myself out loud. You were my friend, But I whispered prayers hoping you’d look at me With the...

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Sometimes I have to call myself wrong So that someone s path becomes easy Everyone has the right to speak the truth But sometimes silence also becomes a prayer When someone s peace passes through you Then I have to smile even after breaking myself He has won by understanding that he has won over me And I have to make excuses...

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In the deep silence of the evening, I remember her needs hidden like a pearl in the shell of time, the same as yours and mine, never forgotten, never postponed by the wind of oblivion, a dream that blooms like a flower of light at dawn, carrying promises of infinity and hope, a desk where ideas take wing...

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There will be days when no one will grasp the depth of your hidden feelings, and that's okay, a silent complicity that embraces your soul like a cloak of mystery, days when your words will get lost in the ether, no matter how loudly your heart longs to be heard, and that's okay, an echo that returns only...

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. gulls glide, their grey wings glinting . . in the glow of the f a d i n g s u n. ...

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To understand me is to walk on a path of thorns hidden beneath velvet, where the scent of roses deceives the lungs with sweet illusions, while blood silently drips into the earth that swallows untold stories. I do not wish to be deciphered; I am merely an enigma mercilessly absorbing your fragile understanding, leaving only shadows to dance on...

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In the hidden corners of the heart, a deep longing is born, for dialogues that go beyond the mundane of the day, a symphony of souls where words dance freely, unbound by the chains of social pretenses. I yearn for authentic and deep connections, where vulnerability is embraced, not feared, for exchanges that go beyond simple information, becoming shared journeys, discoveries, and...

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Debts Drowning Swallowed by The vicious streets Stay hidden within the shadow people...

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No one can save you, except your own soul hidden in the depths, you will be thrown again and again into storms that seem insurmountable, they will try to catch you in their web of shadows and masks, to extinguish your light, to make you give up, to die slowly in silence, but your soul, only it can save...

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New cracks in old stone Just beginning to show, Reveals things never shown Things only one could know Just beginning to show A solid surface scrambles, Things only one could know Shedding into shambles A solid surface scrambles Every chisel brings a change, Shedding into shambles In time, it must arrange Every chisel brings a change Upon hard - headed rock, In time, it must arrange For none can...

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I did not ask for the world to stop — just for the echo to answer. but silence grew its own wings. so i followed the quiet, to the river, to wild grass, to birds that sing before dawn. there, i learned something soft and strong: that I can keep walking even if the stars stay hidden Now— I walk not to be followed, but to feel the ground under my feet. To breathe and know: i...

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