Personal Growth Poems - Poems about Personal Growth

I’m not running from my life I just need this moment to think In these moments, in this open space…get a firm grip So many challenges, so many heartbreaks The obstacles … the major dips But I know I must keep moving on There’s much life to be lived. Past tears could create new oceans This awesome power lies with me. ...

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When midnight tolls, the old doth fall, And whispers soft, the past doth call. A year has passed, with joy and grief, A mix of dreams, a brief belief. The days gone by, like shadows fleet, A tapestry of love and defeat. The laughter shared, the tears we've wept,...

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1, 2, 3, 4, 5 [Soft Sultry female vocals] [verse] In the land of "If" somewhere this side of forgotten dreams the world is very foggy and nothing is as it seems There are no deadlines or plans things just happen as they may No new commitments made nothing beyond today The land of If is living in the moment without working for your dreams (nothing...

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RUNNING RACES CRACKING CODES No disgruntled dissonance between dimensions sliding down sigils galaxies of glories listening to lilies lyricing to Lilith flow of filaments consenting to classify eyes like echoes running races cracking codes so that Source can claim His-Her crystals into 5D carols ©GhairoDanielsPoetry& Song2024 ...

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Magical, mysterious, completely incomprehensible! Is there anything more divine than a seed, Any seed, large or small, any size at all? Infused within its compact evolving time capsule Is written all the instructions for the development Of every form of life: human, animal, plant. Every line of DNA delineates the perfect sequential Unfoldment of beauty, symmetry, form and style. The...

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Why must there always be a sacrifice souring the taste of something nice Just a moment on the lips but a lifetime on the back shelf of the mind Taking up space you can’t afford You can barely pay your rent Not enough to need to forgive but too much to forget Maybe you are too kind Wandering the hallways...

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My pain doesn’t decorate me like precious gems It’s a raggedy noose around my neck That I can’t stop tugging My scars aren’t displayed as badges of honour They’re fetid rotted wounds That I won’t stop picking at My experiences weren’t lessons for growth They’re barbs of poisonous shame That I flagellate myself with daily Mistakenly I thought that I’d let go Confused, yet I...

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I came to know a kinswoman recently. Someone who spoke my words and used my tongue, who saw my heart and called it her own. We shared our deepest pains and ugliest thoughts. We told no lies and spread out all our truths. We wailed, we screamed, we swore, we wept...

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It's a revolving door I'm in its vicinity - but that's all I know In the past maybe I'd skulk Ashamed to be noticed at all Not have hobbies or declare likes Looking for permission to exist Changes happen suddenly Dancing is something No one should deny dancing via disapproval So I shook that off Their bad aura disappeared them from view But I'm...

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so wonderful you swept me off of my feet my heels are bleeding, but the weight is lifted you take my feet between your warm, reassuring hands, and make them immediately better you clean them you dry them you massage them you pray for me your tears merge with my tears the most beautiful river is created and so easily it flows so beautiful you helped me get...

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My words My Life. . My words are are not superficial Or mere contrite But my deepest thoughts and heart felt feelings My mistress my love my life . Compelled to release both my joy and fustations My conviction and therapy disclosing Who I am my earnest desires and the man I be From the overflowing colourful fountain of my heart That...

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Trace an outline blending shade into the gaps between the teeth chewing on age-old leather hungry for more The empty spaces highlight the contrast in a wrinkle Pieces of skin burnt hanging off the brow disintegrate dripping as if wet paint melting beading like sweat or blood at the corner of the mouth sticking the tongue out to taste Repeated scratches make...

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There the sheep is in the field fully concentrated on it's task head down eating it's green grass growing up what else could one ask This is what a sheep's supposed to do so by it it'll grow large and strong then it's owner will gain a good price when selling it at market before too long This is similar to a Christian's...

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every detective tells me differently the same every respective elder tells me the same differently who should i believe but Him who is Mistake Free investigating the prints of my life with an earthling opinionated but oblivious reestimating the dints of each period unfinished and so brief and unrecognizable not realizing the propaganda that printed is actually so dreadfully fragmented another...

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Now, life is looking good to me. The world is sunny and bright. My thoughts are centered, strong and deep and everything seems right. In my past, I met with depression. In my past, I battled with fear. Now, they’re all gone, as a child’s bad dream and everything seems clear. I must take the blame for my actions. I must stand up...

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