Weak Poems

It is not so easy being weak

That night marked the moment  
When I unleashed my heart and secrets,  
Chasing a fleeting joy that ignites  
The curiosity of many women.  

My self-confidence faded,  
As the enemy claimed my heart.  

Confidence is about facing  
What terrifies you.  
I've dared to do it all.  

I

Autumn TSF

Autumn (TSF)

Autumn`s
Beauty
In leaves,
Saffron 
Tinted
Flying
In space

Air crisp
With winds
Earth scent
Rancid
With fruits
Fallen 
Apace

Symbol
Of age
Grey hair
Wrinkles
Weak bones
Life`s speed 
Low gear

Nature`s
Cycle
Sweet sour
Lesson
Of life
No ground
To fear.

Chains for the Weak

If you hold a gun and I hold a gun,
we can talk about law.
If you hold a knife and I hold a knife,
we can talk about rules.
If you come empty-handed and I come empty-handed,
we can talk about reason.
But if you have a gun and I only have a knife,
then the truth lies in your hands.
If

Island of weak faith

Break down my walls of confusion,
I'll struggle through these webs of doubt.
Give me a place to go,
I'm exhausted wandering on this island of a weak faith.
--BlossomMonyei--

Empty Mind Weak Soul

when you see a poster talk a lot about poetry bla bla bla

make sure that he or she has an empty mind and a very weak soul

LOVE WEAK

Love is like a pulling feeling in our heart, it can make us feel weak, 
Weak to the knees, making us want it endlessly. 
Love can also wound us, leaving us bleeding in our heart and mind. 
Making our heart and mind and body feeling sick. 
Sick because our love is lost, and we feel

Loneliness

Looking over my northern shoulder
at the changing shades of day
a weak winter sun turning twilight grey
teardrops of rain on the window
the gentle sigh of the wind
storm clouds in the evening sky
bring it all back again
poring over unwritten letters
in the solitude of night
a dim lit candle shining star white light
telephone silent unanswered
candlelight quietly dimmed
unwritten letters to

Who am i

The feeling of your mind loosing itself...
Victimized by the power of others ...
Thinking how you even aloud yourself to allow others to dictate your mind.... MANIPULATION....
What's real, what's reality, what's possible, what's impossible......
Racing thoughts,mind control,fear of loosing thy self.....
Coping with all the words and actions,determining what the  is really going on...
Your beliefs,questioned by your

Meet the Man

A covert narcissist dressed in a hand-me-down victim cloak,
Master of the tear-tantrum tactic —
He sniffles, sobs, and simpers until your defenses drop,
Then slides a betrayal in your back so smooth you almost thank him.

A codependent parasite latched to his mother’s emotional tit like a tick,
Bound by an enmeshed dynamic so tight you'd think she birthed

When The Weak Come To Call

Do you have
enough scars
to help others
heal

Or wounds
that stay open
the past 
uncongealed

Did you suffer
in silence
each moment
of pain

Did all hope
leave you orphaned
alone
and profane

Is your counsel
of value
when the weak
come to call

Can you see
through the trauma
and cushion
— their fall

(1st Book Of Prayers: May, 2025)

The Weak Servant

I look in the mirror, I see the defects of my soul,
Shadowed by the flaws of my heart.
Am I blocking the path of light that I see in my shadow's front?
Do rumors define me, or can I break free?
From the burdens of doubt, or is it the weight in me?

In the darkness of the night,

Weak

They say I am weak
If that’s what they think
They couldn’t even stand
If they were broken like me 

Again and again.

Too Weak to Tell You

keep beating the drums of my heart that signals your arrival
a little glance from those eyes sends shivers in my body
my mind is now a slave for you, not the kind left in bruise
the sudden urge to touch your face and say i fancy you

how close we would have to become for it to happen?
i

Days of the Weak

I'm your punching bag
I'm all the negative thoughts you've ever had
When your cup gets empty you can drink from mine
I'll drink all the promises you left behind
You had a bad day so I'll turn the other cheek
If I try to resist you'll call me weak
So I take it because somehow the alternative hurts much worse
Is

Helping The Weak

Some people are so quick 
To reach the heights 
That they prefer to hold 
The feet of the elders 
Rather than holding hands 
Of the small ones.

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