Well Enough Poems - Poems about Well Enough

I saw the light in you, warm and wide, But felt too small to walk beside. You gave me love, pure and strong— But deep inside, I feared I’d do you wrong. You dreamed of futures, of holding tight, But I saw shadows in my sight. Not because I didn’t care— But because I knew I wouldn’t be fair. You deserve someone steady,...

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Mere glimpse of her hair is enough, Today this much dare is enough. Hints of tears of love in her eyes, Such fond prize so rare is enough. She eyeing me with fleeting glance, To me such honour is enough. The dream of her beautiful lips, As investment fair it’s enough. Her hand held in hand can well wait, Today’s kiss in air is...

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I've been to dark places I've lost myself and all the basics I've crawled on my hands and knees Fighting to stand up again Gritting my teeth Tears down my face I will never be the same No one will be in my way I've backed down from battle I've fought for love and lost it all I've hiked the muddiest mountains Proving the strength...

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We are enough if we stop trying to be something we are not We are enough if we accept ourselves just as we are...

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he's a seriously troubled soul dwelling on regrets they're eating him alive things he can't forgive hurts he can't get past dreams he left afloat cobwebs in his mind his rambling thoughts will drive him off the cliff and sink him to despair it's bordering insanity i see him surely drowning and there's nothing i can do if he won't grab the buoy AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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It’s alright ...

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My hair is enough, my eyes are enough My lips are enough, my face is enough My legs are enough, my hips are enough My skin is enough, my body is enough I am me, I am me, I accept all that I see, all that I see I am free, I am free just to be me, just to...

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If she was the one who unbuttoned her blouse first, who closed the door, who whispered “Come on, don’t be shy,” and still—he said no. If she was the one who laid herself bare, threw herself at him like a dare in a quiet room—was he man enough to say he didn’t want it? To...

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breathless at line's end with the phrase too long to sing I asked for right time ~ No syllables after noon No words beyond 9:30...

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I'm too quiet I talk too much I'm too involved I'm way too out of touch I'm too messy I care too much about things being clean I'm too kind I'm way too f*ckin mean I'm too close I'm too far away I went to bed too early I stayed up too late I'm too skinny...

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Enough, he said with voice pitched low Enough for now, he whispered slow And curled in upon himself Having nothing left to show Knowing no one and nonself Enough, he cried though no one heeded Enough for now, as he retreated And left another piece behind Having no faith to be intreated Perceiving his own broken mind Enough, he proclaimed with a tremor Enough for...

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I was crazy enough to give her a daisy Well, a bunch of daisies Purchased on a whim Y’know, hey she might like these Not knowing the power of the devilish daisies I muttered something like “I kinda thought ya might like these” Not sure how the Daisies did it But they spun a gossamer web Whispered in a quiet scent You are crazy enough...

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I just want to be loved, For however long it lasts, It’s enough, I just need someone to lift me out of the mud. I just want to be loved, Even for five minutes, Passed over, I’m fine with being lost in the flood. I just want to be loved, For however long it lasts, It’s...

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Why ask me what I hope to be? Why rate my worth before you’ve seen me work? Is my CV not enough? A story told so clear and tough. I earned my degree and dream to lead and to oversee. I’ve been a clerk and I left my mark. Each line on that page holds my skills and my stage. So why the doubt? Why push me out? I...

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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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