Short Personal Growth Poems

Writing -painting -art 
cultivating our knowledge while expressing our true selves through personal growth...

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Each moment in a 
Day offers the chance to change
Attitudes and traits 
Nocive to personal growth
Be valiant to innovate










Nayda Ivette
11-8-2015...

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I AM a 
Golden girl of faith, love and hope
On a rocky path of personal growth
Dedicating my heart to finding Truth
Destined to be rejected by the matrix
Even though life came crashing down
Still I search for what matters
Shining my light despite the darkness...

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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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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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should take next step
should not sit her stagnant 
staying in the same position 
need to progress 
need to move forwards 
need to improve 
for own sake 
for own betterment
for own personal growth
can't just stand here waiting 
can't just stand here wasting more time
can't just sit around waiting for something 
too happen 
it's the time to make it happen...

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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 for what seems right.
Now, as I stand on the plateau I call reason,
I know, for a life, this life, I must fight....

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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 thought I’d grown and improved
Tender thoughts and hands to myself I must use
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