Invisible Poems - Poems about Invisible

Invisible by Adejola Joseph ( author of Cracks On The Walls). Invisible Shadow blank Transient figure in a trance The unseen unheard but felt I am invisible I am everywhere like a breeze I run round like an air Invisible as wind I am here Don't underestimate me Giant as a rock Lethal as a snake Dangerous like a cat Unpredictable like a weather I am invisible You can't see me...

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I must be more than what others see. For that is just the physical me. I know there’s more than what’s in sight. There must be a hidden me, right? If not just physical, then what other form? What other choices could be the norm? When I physically manifest. I showed a shell of myself at best. I may be a spirit, residing...

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Only those who’ve seen beauty can truly speak of it, And only those neglected can feel its sting. When the world sees you as a threat— Judging from a glance, no words spoken— They turn away, Despising you instantly. To be unappealing in a world drawn to allure Can break a soul and leave it weak. ...

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In my few quiet moments, I always say grace, a mother first, trying to find my place, my eyes are tired, every single day, I’m praying for peace, to come some how, some way. A co-worker's friendship is definitely great, I work so hard, yet my bills are still late. Im trying to juggle the roles,...

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On the stage of life, I paint my lips crimson, a smile stitched with invisible thread, While the scar beneath my ribs sings a melody only I can hear. The halogen spotlights burn intensely, bleaching the shadows where my pain retreats, Like a sleeping child, small, forgotten, yet still breathing in the deafening silence. Pirouetting with borrowed grace, each...

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Her soul was starved of acceptance An aching hunger wanting to be fed Her body weak Not from the lack of food But for the lack of love for her skin Being black meant a life where no matter what she did She would never win She couldn't control her race But she could control her body She wanted to be...

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I still wake to crisp morning air, but hope dissolves right then and there. As I open my eyes, I realize and sigh— another day begins, and I wonder why. Time drags slowly—no spark, no fun, another long cold day, no warmth, no sun. No ambition, no energy, nothing gets done— just me and this silence I cannot outrun. I used to be...

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Please tell the world — pain is real, It doesn’t vanish, it doesn’t heal. Some may smile and say “you’ll mend,” But this is a war that will never end. Chronic pain doesn’t come-and-go, It’s in your joints, it’s all you know. It lingers in silence, behind each breath, A quiet shadow that mimics death. Debilitating, crushing, it’s stolen my days, In a thousand...

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Wrapped in the solitude of one blessed night the moon-eyed moon wanders lightly and alone inside a vast and deep, darkly expansive sky Dark cores of light glide through a dormant ether, as butterfly shadows play softly against a dense canopy of leaves. A still figure appears as if by chance, underneath the cadence of the light, swaying like wavering puppets on a string she...

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We sit a few inches apart, with bright screens separating us through an invisible ocean, We speak in pre-packaged echoes, algorithms feeding us thoughts that are not ours at all, I send you a message, and you respond with a reaction, a digital finger, a drawn heart that disappears, We gather in crowded rooms, silent, bowing our heads...

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Infinite world, my only escape. Infinite world, the life I hate. My hand is cramping as I write. But I don’t care. I still fight. The lead is scraping paper thin, Slicing air with every spin. Infinite world, my one place. Infinite world, my only safe space. My pencil was once unused, Unmarked, clean, and unbruised. My hand was once unsure, Quiet, soft, and insecure. Not that...

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I carry a war inside me — no guns, no blood, no trenches — just the heavy silence that screams, that crawls under my ribs and digs like a thief in the night. They see me smiling, a painted mask, a borrowed script, never the wild, tangled mess beneath — the dark roots of despair twisting around my broken bones. I am the woman who...

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You can get used to a feeling as if it were an invisible cloak that gently wraps around you, So much so that you forget when it dresses you or when it disappears in the morning silence, You sink so deeply into the habit of feeling bad that you no longer recognize the light, You don't realize that...

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A swan, when it's gliding along, Its feet are both pedallin' strong. It's not what you see That brings things to be, It's work that puts King in the Kong....

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Today I discovered the sun Not that the sun was ever invisible Not that the sun was ever lost Not that the sun was ever elusive Not that the sun was ever obscured by an unattainable cost Today I discovered the sun When I removed the blinds from my windows So that the sun could find me ...

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