Resilience Poems - Poems about Resilience

The hollow remains unphotographed. Memory, not landscape, frames it— a road cleaving winter in two, children laughing while gravity negotiated its own terms. Neighbors spoke without flourish. Their kindness was practical, never advertised, always assumed. You could leave your grief on the porch overnight; someone would tuck it in and leave bread beside it by morning. Coal knew every surname but never asked for praise. It shaped the valley, not into...

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Bark, snarl, moan DON'T howl at the moon, howl into charcoal night where darkness hunts the hunted, Where consistency is metaphor barking from the trees. Tip toe, nibble 20lbs of everything, but when is wolf more than just a sheep? Or when ignorance asks, " how do you feel? " So bark snarl moan, then snap! HOWL into the moon....

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So many names on the page today, so many more gone— vanished into silence. Does the world still care? I know they do. I hope they do. Children stolen, ripped from the arms that once held lullabies. Teens slipping through dusk, running from homes that never saw them, or saw too much. The ones who cared are left holding echoes....

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When life threw me a curveball, I stumbled—then chuckled mid-fall. Lumped knees, not pride, I wore like bent, because sneering is something I've seen. In chemo rooms and vestibules, I frenzied dry jokes on aseptic walls. Doctors simpered, nurses would beam— a punch-line where the fear had been. When agony thumped hard and sleep grew thin, I let the silly light writhe in. A meme,...

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Stun me. Rewind your music. Tap your feet to the sound that stirs you. Listen— the cuckoo clock is counting seconds back. Brush the cobwebs from your eyes. Reignite. Slip into your own pocket. Become your own muse. A compass. A flame. Listen to your pulse. Move where your body leads. Unravel the ache. Open the door. Let joy rush in. Tousle your hair. Wriggle your shoulders. Fall, unbraced, into your dream. Take...

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Cruelty wears a crown in a cloaked place, cold-blooded grins behind mirrored faces. Remorse walks the halls bartering tattle while I fracture. They crowned me in shame, but within a queen still rises. They buried me in a fire of hell, But like ash-gray smoke, I rise and swell. I am the silence of the crown, gone through ups and downs stumbled in...

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They shout for a piece of my mind— I offer the quiet, forged and cool, Not shrapnel, not wildfire, not the grind Of teeth on bone, but a deeper tool: A breath that holds when the structure sways, A root that grips when the landslide calls. Peace isn’t the absence of the blaze, But the choosing of water when fury sprawls. It’s not...

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In the shadow of an eclipse, where worry takes its flight, The burden of strife can weigh you down, Yet in each moment of pain, in the depths of sorrow’s night, A spark of sunshine glimmers, a whispering sound. When loss feels like a mountain, an insurmountable wall, And anguish...

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In a realm where kindness has vanished, Where no light dares to appear, The echoes of darkness reign, Majestic and cruel in their sphere. Sharp tongue, slice like a knife in depth as you speak. A flashy eye glare soothes your skin as you walk past. Words are full of deception, discrimination, hatred of your color, identity as you-a settler in...

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They seek a label, something to define, Then twists the truth and paints it all in shame. It drags the soul beneath its harsh, cold flame, And whispers lies to mar a spotless shine. No kindness dwells where judgment takes its hold, Where friends alone may pass without a scar. Yet in this night, a quiet strength is bold— A guarded peace...

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I have known the hollow silence of empty hands, once full of gold, now dust and fading strands. I gave my heart in seasons bright and fair, helping those in need, with love laid bare. But when the coins ran out, the doors grew cold, no pennies left to buy a dream or hold. Help came shackled, wrapped in debt’s tight...

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You feel the whispers slither down the long corridor, each murmur coiling around your thoughts like hungry vines. They scratch at your calm, sharp as claws unseen, and fracture your resolve until your heart cannot stay silent. You sense the walls themselves lean, curious and burdened, their cracks breathing echoes of every stolen word. Even the chairs groan beneath an invisible...

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The ink returns—not to defend, nor chase the ghosts I used to fend. Not to explain the aching past, but breathe through wounds that couldn’t last. It does not rise with pointed proof, nor beg for silence turned to truth. It flows because the heart now dares to speak in lines what once hid there. Where words once cost too much to say, a...

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You’re tired, and you’re on your own. Stopping now won’t find you a home. Roaming the streets, searching for a safe place to sleep, Too scared of what strangers might think of you. Scared it’s always going to be this way. No one to turn to. No one to trust. The ones you called friends, the distant family— They betrayed you the...

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When the night is soft and shadows sigh, I gather pieces of who I've been, Underneath a silver-breathing sky— The broken heart, the fractured skin. I’ve worn the weight of wordless ache, A cloak of silence stitched by stars, Still I rise, though pathways break, Barefoot tracing memory’s scars. The moon bends low with lantern light, A silent guide for those who roam, It whispers...

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