Weight Poems - Poems about Weight

They told her, "Words are just air". But air can bruise, and silence can tear. She learned to bleed in quiet tones, Each syllable a crack in bones. They carved her name in crooked lies, They laughed when truth leaked from her eyes. Words were chains that held her tight, sweet on tongues, but edged with bite. They dressed...

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To carry more than I’ve shown, things I never told about, I still somehow carry the cost of your long forgotten chaos. I stood strong with a heavy heart. I stayed brave because I ought to. There were things I never said, to protect what little of me was left, waiting quietly, your arrival. You never saw me before the silence. That sound still haunts...

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He says, "No soul will hear my cry.. No hand will catch the tears I dry." He says he shines, he says he gives.. But in his chest, no kindness lives. He paints with smiles, a brittle hue.. Yet every laugh he speaks is blue. He throws his echoes to the skies.. And begs the...

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I sit alone, the room is still, No laughs, no joy at all . The clock ticks loud, the night feels long, I hum a tune, a wordless song. I walk outside, the streets are bare, The stars above don’t seem to care. I wave at shadows, talk to air, But no one’s here, and no one’s there. The phone is quiet, the...

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I understood your silence, the weight you carried in your soul like an old and relentless burden, The battles you fought behind closed doors, like storms raging in the depths, The nights when sleep eluded you, like a fleeting shadow, and the mornings when you rose again, steadfast, I knew the trials that left deep scars, the wounds...

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Within the silence a petal falls from still light ~ not just the flower, but all that it once carried lands softly inside my heart. Contest Title: BiteSize Contest no115 Poetry Contest Sponsor's Name: Line Gauthier Date Judged: 6/19/2025 10:56:00 AM Honorable Mention ...

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Ken lived in Alexandra town..Which you'll find within the Borders of Vic..A family man who worked the hotmix Hands moving strong and quick.' Although born as A Kiwi.' He became an Aussie true' an ex pugalist who had Challenged for middleweight dominance in the Oceanian Games' now who'd have knew? He tuaght me how to come And go' to walk back...

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The weight He had written two short books needed to show her his work, Not now, she said, I’m watching TV Around the beam that keeps the heaven’s roof from falling, He slung a rope fastened to a scrap iron drum using Himself as a counterweight. He hoisted the drum up, but he was too heavy He carried too much weight of pride. He...

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it's baggage on our mind when we'd prefer to be free we at once realize we've become caretakers weighed down with the burden of responsiblity look and resist the craving to own enjoy things in the moment it's surprising how little we need seek the freedom to be open to what comes our way unburdened and unencumbered stuff is the anchor to our past we...

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In the darkness, a voice cries out, a shattering scream in the midnight hour. Trust turned to ash, shattered and raw, beneath the weight of an unwanted power. Hands that should heal become claws that tear, and silence grows louder in the air. A soul splintered, seeking the dawn— to rise again, though battered and worn....

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I look at my life like it doesn’t belong, Like I’m just a thief in a story gone wrong. These hands hold too much, these gifts feel unearned, Like fate made a glitch, or grace was mislearned. I see others struggle, I see others strive, While I float through moments just barely alive. And the voice in my head says, “You’re...

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Devestation by the mountain, a warning now to all.' Life is fragile.' Who can know.? Or avert when such a disaster Decides to fall.?...

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The climb begins in shadow, long before the lights ignite. Each step a solitary pact with dawn, with doubt, with fight. First, the small victories: a solved equation, a whispered truth finally spoken, the tremor in the hand now steady. No crowd then, just the quiet hum of something shifting, a seed taking root in the dark. Then come the thresholds, the measured paces, the rhythm of the...

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They said grief was loud. Mine came in whispers— soft as moths chewing through my ribcage one memory at a time. There are rooms I can’t enter. Not because the doors are locked— but because your ghost sits there, drinking my silence. I carry you in the ache behind my smile, in the second spoonful of coffee I don’t pour anymore. I still sleep on one side of...

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The lack of common sense makes nonsense easy, things that should make sense, slip through, unchallenged. Yet common sense itself makes the absurd unbearable, forcing logic upon the illogical, struggling to grasp the uncommon. To live without it is to drift through chaos, unbothered by contradiction. To live with it is to wrestle with reason, forever questioning the senseless. ...

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