Weight Poems - Poems about Weight

I carried stones inside my chest, Each one a name I could not speak. They built a wall beneath my breast, A fortress made of worn-out ache. I carried rivers in my veins, The floods of all I held too long. They carved their maps through years of strain, A quiet, slow, unspoken song. I carried winters in my bones, The weight of every...

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I sit alone beneath the sky, Uncle, thinking of your last goodbye, The world feels heavy, dreams unclear, With every step, I carry fear. Graduation looms - so close, so wide, But doubt and worry walk beside. You always knew just what to say… I wish you could be here today...

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Sometimes, I feel completely alone. No matter how much I try to reach out, or try to connect. Sometimes, I feel unwanted. No matter how much love I pour out, or try to perfect. Sometimes, I feel misunderstood. No matter how much I try to explain, or try to correct. My delivery always seems off or lost in translation. I’m told that...

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I walk dangling, a puppet in a shadow-play, Dragging along old strings I can't unravel. Tied to the scars and promises I've made, Along the way to get here as, I am. The strings on limbs, twitch my intentions, Wrenching my will to veer their way — not mine. My heart aches, knowing who's pulling the strings, But there is too much...

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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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