Personal Growth Poems - Poems about Personal Growth

In the Shadow of the Chalkboard

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

as we metamorphose

as we metamorphose

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two points of a straight line
birth and death that need to 
lightly kiss, after plunging depths 
dissolve scars, burns from rock
fires, drawings in mud or deserts 
falling through dream spaces 
crossing grids ferocious

Running Through Life

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.

A New Year’s Ballad

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,

The Land of IF a song

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

RUNNING RACES CRACKING CODES

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

Seeds of Greatness

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

Hallways

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

Let Go

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

Kinswoman

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

Personal Growth In the Extra Soft Pillow of Her Love

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

My Words My Life

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

The Portrait of a Lifetime

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

The Sheep's Personal Growth

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

Personal Growth In Constant Continuum Until Finished

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

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