Rise Poems - Poems about Rise

From the depths of forgotten sleep, the shadows of unknown dreams rise, On the paths of the night, our steps are guided by nameless stars, In the cosmic silence, the whispers of destiny that traverse us are heard, Every hidden thought becomes a window to the inner light. Through forests of memories, the heart seeks its way to clear...

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E-vening D-awns N-ew A-spiration V-iewed I-n L-ight, L-etting A-ltruistic N-obility U-se E-ach V-ision's A-wakening ©bfa062025 Monocrostic (Birthday of Edna P. Villanueva)...

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Inspired to write. Right? Rise up Queen ?? Take in the Scene you have everything you need to succeed no more heartbreaking, blood flowing, anxiety filled recollections of the past. Coming into my womanhood letting go of the pain at last?? This is the year I no longer fight the devil on his level. His ceiling is my...

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M-oments A-waken R-efined L-ight's Y-earning N-obility, P-ersisting O-ver N-ight’s T-rails I-n G-aze O-f N-ature. ©bfa062125 Monocrostic (Birthday of Marlyn B. Pontigon)...

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Pain hits us like a bullet Suffocating us with every few breaths we take Hit me with rock Poison my roots Burn me to ashes But like a phoenix I will rise Rise from the crippling pain of the burning ashes around me I will rise like the sun does every Shoot your bullets Try to annihilate me with every curse...

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The “Mayday” radio call message was the final voice from Air India 171 flight bound for London seconds before it crashed creating an eternal memorial for 241 gracious beings, with one survivor. My heartfelt sympathy and condolences to every family member, friend, and associate of those who made their ascent into the heavenly realms. May...

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"Blackbird" You cannot cage what's born to rise, she blazed beyond their brittle lies. They named her ash, they named her end, but fire learns how not to bend. Her silence cracked the sky in two, she flew where only lightning flew, They heard her cry, not weak–but wise– a battle hymn of "Blackbird" skies....

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for the ones losing hair, light, and hope—this is you. They said I was nothing special. Just a crawling thing, skin too thin, eyes too tired, body too slow to ever matter. I heard them whisper. “He looks worse every day.” “She’s losing her hair now.” “Poor thing.” And worse— the pity in their voices cut more than the words. I wanted to hide. Wanted to leave this skin, this...

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peacemaker held off, let them fight, that's what kids do. I'll back the winner, demand a truce, when it's done. peace will rise from the ashes...

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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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Just a peek into the future You'll find your hope a'waiting there It's not just a secret or a story Jesus is coming to show He cares He died from the burden of our sins He rose in faith hope and love Of the promise of life yet to come On that day He will rise, rise above ...

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I have walked through the hush of goodbyes, where silence roared louder than grief, where memories clung like shadows, and love became a thief. I lost not just them, but parts of me— echoes of laughter, pieces of light. My soul wore mourning like a second skin, and daybreak blurred into night. I reached for hands that let me fall, poured love into a...

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Parting Spring Hiku 22 spring bidding g –o –o -d b –y -e warm breeze w ~h ~I ~s...

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? Open Your Eyes ? Open your eyes, not just to the light But to the stillness that waits in the absence of sight Truth doesn’t hide in temples or skies It lives in the silence behind your own eyes You search for answers in pages and speech But the knowing you seek is just out of reach Not because it's far,...

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Bruised and battered, I still remain. Each scar a tale of silent pain. Two years of hell, I walked alone, A fractured heart, a broken bone. They never saw, they never knew, The storms I fought, the nights I blew. Yet from the rubble, I now arise, A...

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