Invisible Poems - Poems about Invisible

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I'm invisible now A victim of my own deliberate efforts, of my own success I'm invisible now I hold space for others so that they may feel seen, feel heard I'm invisible now Emotional space for everyone else but me I'm invisible now Always calm, always OK, always consistent I'm invisible now No opinions to be shared For I have been deemed too extreme, too...

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Freedom is a bird with broken wings in the modern world, trapped in invisible cages of indifference, Reflecting destiny as a silent shadow, the immutable aspects of existence embrace us with cold arms, Death, an artist of limits, carves the boundaries of our lives with the chisel of relentless time, Each human being becomes a prisoner in their...

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The ancient tomes speak of realms we cannot see. Wisdom waits to be rediscovered in forgotten corridors of stone where the past echoes through carvings and symbols. I stand at the threshold between worlds, listening to the rhythm of iron, the whispers of mortality. We are all travellers on this journey, carrying our deeds in...

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They never saw me—not really. Only the outline I traced in the halls, A whisper of denim and shy glances, A ghost who smiled too politely. They passed notes like grenades, Laughed too loudly When the silence was breaking me. I wore their words like a second skin— Tight, blistering, But invisible to them. You asked if I was okay once— But your eyes flicked away Before...

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The pain increases every day bit by bit, I have no say I do what I can to ease it all but it’s been a real long-haul from cramping feet to head in a vice swollen fingers, no paradise aching hips, joints all stiff inner workings gone skew-whiff pins & needles, exhaustion too I get no help, so I push through muscles ache, it’s hard...

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the invisible threshold i shall not hide i shall not die in fervors demeanors mis-contraception dedicate that grammar under sheets i halt breads nervous nervous is samsara the apprehension of sorrow end sowing of silks cursiffs i am also finnish regalitry and conformity i thee web backstrokes towards mercy another strings pluck without and gaunt she labeled and i shrunk guilded rembrandts dethroned liberation my carpentry and my stones cementing fences learning tones all as duty and none as before once again...

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I have a sweet friend, I cannot see Who has become so dear to me, We have similar points of view Share a sense of humour, too, I admire her for her wit and charm, honest opinions Without causing harm To those who disagree She is compassionate and wise, Kindness flows from her clear eyes. She likes to call a spade a spade, That is why our...

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This is what the soul wants, newness: these sacrifices, this dedication, this patience, the sound of children laughing in the bedroom, my own voice like a new and unheard melody, my own strength like the dreams I used to harbour. I had to come this far to find my purpose. Now I think that I will never leave. Even when I go,...

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Do you truly believe that I have torn through the centuries with invisible claws, unveiling the arteries of time like strands of silk, only to evaporate into the mist of forgetfulness? That I have ravaged the peaks of celestial laws, tearing the throat of destiny, until its blood wove itself into the fabric of your name, only to unravel like...

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She’s ravaged in success I am love me less She boy And her house We built To see more loss In your market I thee exiled Partitions And blinds Trapped? Tracing your minds Periods and plural’s i wound A bouffant in blooms ...

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The sparrow cannot help being tireless. The banyan cannot help being sheltered. The moon cannot help being constant. And I cannot help being Amma. Even in my sleep, I dream of your healing. Even in my sadness, I love my purpose. I swim in the rivers of my devotion. I climb through the mountains of my fatigue. My hands move from cradle to...

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“Why are you friends with someone like her when you could be friends with popular people?” Someone like her. Someone who doesn’t stand out Not with looks Not with personality Plain girl doesn’t talk to boys She doesn’t wear makeup or buy the right clothes She spends her free time doing homework or writing poetry If she's beautiful, it’s the kind nobody sees At...

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Penny sits on a seat, at the back of the bus ever evening on her way home. looking out of the window she always sits alone. She takes out her journal and begins to write, its the same routine every night. No one notices as she scribbles on the pages, no one glances over, no one...

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You can't see the chains I'm bound to be doomed. My feelings, my pain are taking a toll on me, Keeping me down with a chain around my neck. I'm sometimes ashamed of what I have become, "too cruel on yourself", they say, but I know. Is it supposed to be this hard to grieve? Grieve the loss of life, dreams, and...

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