Long Personal growth Poems
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"In my repentance I changed my mind
I turnt around its return journey
move so as to face in the opposite direction
I got a new mindset
Had a resent change
Of heart one's decision
Opinion about something
A recent change of mind
Sinful desires Jesus hung on a cross
I turn my spirit and body completely around
Impose my point of view at naught
Sown a seed of denying doubt
Harness the power of psychological
Empath, empowered supports my mind transformation
I thought to myself, I had a turnaround season
A recent change of mind"
12/4/23
For Evolving Thought and Personal Growth Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jaymee Thomas
In halls where silence speaks louder than words,
I stand, a beacon amidst the unseen.
Their gazes, sharp as unspoken swords,
Pierce through the facade, where I've always been.
Once, my voice resonated with pride,
Now, it's drowned by murmurs and disdain.
Yet, I endure, with dignity as my guide,
In a place where respect is hard to attain.
But within me, a fire continues to burn,
For teaching is more than a mere profession.
It's a calling, a passion that will return,
To a realm where my worth is not in question.
So, I'll rise above the shadows they've cast,
Seeking a future where my spirit is free.
For in the end, it's not about the past,
But the legacy of the teacher I choose to be.
IT is dark down here & this awful reality
satisfies the ego and frightens the soul
but makes a state of distraction
; an abomination --an abhorrence
for all that it implies -a living organism
as a leaf or a particle.
There is no non-life only emptiness & this filth
whose existence is temporary-- a first-trimester pregnancy
in an animal --a rejected spiritual soul, it is real-
life in simple terms-- the personal growth we are
so ignorant of the brave face of existence --a thing
we will 'never' ever come to terms
with --the vagaries of Time which call to us
'cross the bridge' & walk the Yellow Streets
of Van Gogh.
Hav you never ever walked the edge of fields of
so yellow they smell of gold -- the wheat fields
of Vincent Van Gogh: he was a bastard
to most but greatly to 'self' --> killed the personality
but never the Art
nor the Soul
:: 04.29.2020 ::
rev: 0-10.3.2020 ::
There I stood.
Despite the education received in the Personal Growth class from my Catholic High School;
Despite the admonishments from my father concerning becoming “whipped”;
Despite the late bloom I would realize when it came to experiences with the opposite sex;
There I stood.
One month removed from my twenty-first birthday;
Six months away from gaining a four-year college degree in three years;
Ten months after having moved in with my first college girlfriend;
There I stood.
After crying when she first told me;
After attending every doctor’s visit with her along the way;
After months of empathy breathing in weekly Lamaze classes;
There I stood.
Having just seen the X-rays of a fetus in the breech position;
Having just called the doctor to announce her water had broke;
Having just gotten lost on the way to the hospital;
There I stood.
In a hospital cap and gown;
In a maternity surgery room;
In a state of unencumbered fear and anticipation;
There I stood.
Ready or not …
There I stood.
.
.
.
And now, thirty-five years later, I still stand here in love with the daughter they gave me to hold back then, when I knew not … where I stood.
I remember I fell through that wooden floorboard.
I was careless where I stepped, and the weight of my mistake made me fall right through.
I remember the embarrassment I felt... it nearly broke my self-esteem.
I can hear them use their traitorous tongues.
I remember I walked carefully over those wooden floorboards.
I see their eyes glare and hear the whispers of people who judge me for treading so cautiously.
I am wary of what they are saying. ..of what they may think.
I walk confidently around that wooden floor.
I am aware of their judgements and their hateful glares.
I don't care what they think.
I no longer have to tread so carefully.
I can run free.
I remember...
Today too many think that being in a relationship is superior to being single
Singleness is not always loneliness
Today being single is looked upon as some disease
At times there is the wrong conviction to get rid of our singleness
This is simply because many don’t understand it
Change your thought and understand your singleness
It is okay to be single, but it is not good to be alone for too long
Singleness can breed jealousy when others are married for too long
So being single is a precious
In singleness, we can be victorious
We should discover new things about ourselves
As we work on our personal growth
Singleness is not always loneliness
If there are elements of brokenness
In our lives because of relationships
Then we should know that in singleness
We can find ourselves once again and
Be single but not lonely because we are
Separate, unique, and complete in ourselves!
Today too many think that being in a relationship is superior to being single
Singleness is not always loneliness
Mark Frank
Copyright 2018
If food for finer thoughts we did not crave,
If sense of purpose we did not apply,
If we did not critique how we behave,
If dormant laid Alert Judgmental Eye…
If float and breed were our exclusive wish,
If instincts solely spurred us to survive,
We might as well be just a school of fish -
Not learning about deep currents of Life.
If we ran loose, not playing by the rules,
If years weren’t measured by the days we seize,
We might as well be just a pack of wolves -
With hungry jaws and reflex to appease.
If loyalty and trust weren’t our guide,
If fam’ly failed to withstand the Time,
We might as well be lions, without pride -
Where govern male rivalry and crime.
If we ignored the term - Personal Growth,
Meandering complacently in awe,
We might as well be just a slack of sloth -
With sluggish status quo, seeking no more.
If benefits of thought we didn’t reap,
If mindful property we didn’t hold dear,
We might as well be just a herd of sheep -
That sacrificed their free will out of fear.
Brushing aside the Kingdom of the Wild,
Place on a pedestal a Human Mind.
With love and progress equally aligned
Let’s be the best we can, one of a Kind.
As to Judgmental Eye, its primal goal -
To keep our planet safe and civil,
By virtue of Grey Matter, above all -
To distinguish between good and evil.
January 20, 2021
When my heart allows God’s love to prevail
while exuding kindness so blest
smiting selfishness
conquering greed and envy…
…then care's radiance glows bright.
As my soul seeks for divine grace
always vibrant despite gloom of fear
to vanquish despair
triumphing over worry…
…then faith champions prayer-wonders.
Since my spirit thrives midst hope
to soothe anguish and ache of guilt
freeing mind from frustration-failure
to bring joy with pardon bliss…
…then courage serves as inspiration that cheers.
While my commitment for good works* abounds
as the Lord’s mercy shines with delight
toward grateful exuberance
showcasing worshipful praise…
...then devotion to reach-out keeps on despite limitations.
Whenever my well-being continues to consider others' welfare
while aware of human nature blight
acknowledging own faults and mistakes
toward personal growth along transformation-progress...
...then fulfillment of victorious existence testifies dependence upon the Creator.
*1Corinthians 15:58 Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.
edited on May 28, 2026
3rd place, "Twilight of my Life" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 5/29/2026
I am both the oak and the eagle,
Grounded and soaring, simultaneously existing
In two states of being.
My roots run deep into ancestral soil,
Drinking wisdom from those who came before
Their struggles water my growth,
Their triumphs are the nutrients in my earth.
But these roots, they aren't chains,
They're launching pads disguised as anchors.
See, every branch that reaches skyward
Is a testament to their foundation.
I've learned to dance with the wind
While keeping my core steady,
Learned to bend without breaking,
To grow through concrete circumstances.
Some days I'm all roots:
Digging deeper, questioning further,
Finding strength in stillness,
Power in patience.
Other days I'm pure wings:
Breaking through comfort zones like dawn through darkness,
Each failure a feather that teaches me
How to catch the next current.
The secret is this
You need both to become:
Roots to remember where you're from,
Wings to reach where you're going.
And in between heartbeats of fear and freedom,
I've discovered something profound:
The higher I fly,
The deeper my roots grow.
This is the paradox of personal growth
You must be firmly planted
To truly take flight.
So plant me in purpose,
Watch me split the sky
I am both the oak and the eagle,
Finally learning how to thrive.
MARTY KING
sometimes i kiss the tip of a rainbow
golden maturity feels so ocean fresh
traces of lavender calms the vibe of overbearing reality
though time continues to be rebellious and uncaring
you provide a blanket of warmth that rehabilitates my sanity
everything slows down
your beautiful smile on my life feels so good
SHENIKA SIMS
sometimes i kiss the tip of a rainbow
knowledge, wisdom, and understanding freshly waters the vines of my personal growth
the sage burning in the air of everchanging times relaxes me to calm cool contentment
though time continues to coldly resist and frigidly obstruct
you provide the throw blanket of warmth that rehabilitates my sanity
everything feels copable
your beautiful heart's seashell rhythm in my right ear feels so good