Weak Poems - Poems about Weak

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...

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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...

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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...

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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) ...

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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,...

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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. ...

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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...

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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...

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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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So on jobs, it’s nice and rewarding to be recognized and commended for your outstanding work performance. However, even though you are one of their greatest assets, there still are times when many managers and bosses tend to overlook the greatness and value you bring to the company. You are super extraordinary, you go above...

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Abusing the meek, Manhandling the weak, Pleasure, if you like to seek, Thinking that they don’t speak, Your life becomes very bleak, Once the torture reaches its peak! People will no longer be mute. If you change not your pursuit, It will bring down your repute; Very bitter is its fruit! Become not ‘The Narcissistic Sun’; You will be liked by none. Permanent is not your power; Hour...

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. oooh i see them girl ...

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Every step I take inside this valley Makes me long for water and for rest As I walk beneath the mountains shadow I look up and know that I am blest For you are the living waters And you, every burden bear for me Jesus with out you I would lay down For you are my strength when I am weak Yes you...

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a weak, tiring roar~ the same one that once shook the jungles... now too feeble to scare. Its strength fades to past glory... as death lingers close to claim....

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Half an experience, being alone Like living imagination I freeze in protest, still as stone Foretelling abbreviation...

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