Resilience Poems - Poems about Resilience

Like birds flying high over the world, Words of love never unheard. Loud voices echo through different phases, No mistakes.., Just choices in these mazes. Walking threads, edge tight like a judge, Told me, “Be strong. Don’t budge.” They speak of light at tunnel's end, But what about the road we defend? The morals we bend, The lives we...

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I carried stones inside my chest, Each one a name I could not speak. They built a wall beneath my breast, A fortress made of worn-out ache. I carried rivers in my veins, The floods of all I held too long. They carved their maps through years of strain, A quiet, slow, unspoken song. I carried winters in my bones, The weight of every...

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I carry a house upon my back, A fragile frame of dreams and stone. Its windows cracked, its timbers black, But still I walk, and still alone. Each wall is built from words unsaid, From nights I stitched with fraying thread. Its roof is shingled with the dread Of all the tears I never shed. I pass through valleys, rivers wide, This house sways...

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Without my pen, the pain becomes my voice. The cruelty of others, the hardness of their hearts, Linger in this place of cult, Where public shaming is currency. I scream for help, face to face, Yet they cast me deeper into despair. Tears bleed red, patience drains, My heart trembles, a silent echo in the vast universe. My eyes never dry, my body...

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Dreams, new and old dreams, we all dream We all dream of chocolate and ice cream We all dream of monsters, bandits and angels We all dream of good, bad guys and devils That’s where nightmare comes into play We all dreams of better days in May When the temperature is cool, welcoming and warm Spring fever brings hope, something new and...

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There is a garden between my ribs, A hidden place the world can't see. It blooms in silence, softly lives, A patch of green inside of me. I never chose the seeds it sowed, They came from storms I couldn’t flee. Each broken word, each heavy load, Took root beneath my shattered sea. It grew through cracks, it pierced my bones, With petals made...

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O classroom once alive with gentle voices, Where morning greetings bloomed so bright and clear, I leave you now—stripped of certain choices, Unheard, unseen, dismissed through quiet fear. The silence came—a shadow down the hall, Erasing names without a single word. No answer rose to break the rising wall, No hand reached out, no empathy was stirred. The leader’s crown slipped heavy from...

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A heart grown weary in silent rain, No roof to shelter, no meal to gain. No gentle voice, no hand to hold— Just aching silence, damp and cold. I left behind what broke my soul, A job that crushed what once was whole. Now I drift with nowhere near, And all I know is ache and fear. I do not seek to shame...

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I came with hands unclenched and heart awake, To serve, to teach—for hope and learning’s sake. I walked among the young with humble aim, Yet found the fire I brought met not the same. The gate was open, but the welcome thin, The smiles spoke less than what stirred within. Cold winds blew from those I stood beside, While silence grew where...

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After poem for "How Do I Love Thee?" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning I offered you trust, an open door without locks, My heart lay exposed, vulnerable on the rocks. You entered with a grin, words sweet as honey, But your exhale was ice, your caress felt phony. You spoke of my glow, then left me in the dark,...

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I crawled through years where night fell fast, where dawn was a rumor, faint and far. Each day was a climb up a crumbling wall, every step swallowed in shadows, and the weight of the world bore down, pressed hard— its whispers sharp, relentless. Hope would come, a flicker, then fade, a candle swallowed by each unkind wind. I’d chase it like breath,...

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to be of use without abuse there’s no excuse a bit obtuse? well-cooked my goose? slide on the noose? that I refuse! slip on my shoes spread the news do not confuse it’s not a ruse but what I choose I’ve paid my dues ...

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There is a persistent embrace, a longing and a kissing, a childlike giggling, a free and predictable smile. Life foresees every dawning, foretastes every light ray, foretells every essence, forecasts every ambience. Life proclaims every mountain top, every sultry, tangled jungle, every scorched and waterless desert, every fathomless ocean floor. Dreams are uncharted roadmaps, virtual animated realities, virtual luminous mysteries, virtual unconscious answers. When we are manhandled,...

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Pain refines, but grace restores. This is the whisper of strength. There are days when the world feels heavy, when the echoes of yesterday press against the walls of today. You walk forward, yet the past lingers like a shadow . . . a silent presence reminding you where you’ve been. But hear this: You are not bound by...

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I may have missed the glittering prize, The fleeting gold that dims the skies. But deep within, a stillness grows, A garden where the true light flows. The noise outside, a restless sea, Where storms of envy seek to be. Yet in my heart, a quiet spring, Where hope and healing softly sing. The workday’s battlefield of spite, Where shadows lurk to steal the...

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