Hidden Poems - Poems about Hidden

Grief is not a wound. It is a door... Hidden behind the tapestry We spent a life weaving. It opens... When we can no longer lie....

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Written: July 17, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann Quote: "Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words," By Poet ********* It glides—not gently, but akin to a scrupulous scalpel, a syllabic salve for rusted throats and trapped...

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What we are, we do not know, as we carry within us a shade of dark brown, like a hidden shadow, Wandering through nightmares woven from the dark threads of endless nights, We lose ourselves among the floating ducks on a vast lake, a mirror of the boundless sky, From where no departure will ever be possible, in...

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She smiled in rooms that cracked her spine, where beauty bruised and grace meant lie. They called her calm, not knowing this– each breath she took was clenched like fists. The silence praised was not her peace. It was the cage. She found the keys....

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When truth is reversed into lies, a silent cry takes its place. And when this happens, prayer becomes the only weapon against the cruelty of the world. A cry the world refuses to hear. A pain that goes unnoticed. A silent cry in a solitary room— and yet, a flicker of hope, a thought still blooming beyond the ache. Trust becomes a fragile thread— easily frayed once...

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Conformity Is Little Solace When You Lose Your Place In The: Life Form Race. *** When...

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“Peter Periwinkle had a car accident,” my brother said, as if reading it aloud from the back of a cereal box. It took me three full seconds to realize he meant our father. We were on my grandma’s farm where she had recently died, leaving chickens scratching unknowingly in the dust. Our father was elsewhere— broken, back bent like a paperclip, drunk at the wheel when the other car...

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They say the scent begins in bloom, But I have felt it in the fold– where petals hide, and shadows loom, not where the colour are bold. It lives between the bloom and  bruise, a hush the sunlight doesn't see. It stays with those who never choose, to shine, but still learn how to be.  I found it's centre,...

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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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