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Chante Walker Poem
This thing called "love"
Has the power to change you,
Make you persevere to the end,
Take you up, around, then back again.
Love has the power to
Make you re-define your very soul,
Drive you crazy if you let it, or
Bring everything under control.
True love is not a game,
Stemming from the trenches of the heart.
Love is something real,
Worthy of the highest honor,
Magnifying, dignifying, and empowering
All who embrace its ways,
Healing even the deepest wounds,
Collecting the pieces of a broken heart,
Fortifying and solidifying it like a stone wall
Even the woes of life will never pierce.
This thing called "love"—
Value it, treasure it, give its honor.
True love rarely shows its face
Amid this bedarkened world.
Never again may you get the chance to experience
The power of love.
Chanté Walker
January 9, 2024
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Chante Walker Poem
Yes, you have fallen.
It felt like a defeat.
In time, you realize
You still have the breath of life.
Calamity has no victory.
What felt like an enormous blow
Brought you to your knees.
Determination fills your bones,
Resilience, your soul.
Broken, but not shattered,
Injured, but surviving,
Gather every ounce of life you have,
Take a deep breath,
Say a silent prayer and
Proceed!
Chanté Walker
January 18, 2024
“If you become discouraged in the day of distress,
Your strength will be meager.”—Proverbs 24:10
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Chante Walker Poem
Silence covers
stormy seas churning within.
When all could be expelled,
sudden burst of raw emotion,
revealing every painful scar,
there's silence.
Looking into the sunset
seeking solace from the shade,
murky waters detailing problems unsettled,
Silence crosses the rift.
Deep oceans in my eyes
never cross their boundaries.
I refuse to cry.
Pressure mounts against my walls,
levies of fortitude,
misunderstandings of the truths,
judgements of the unknown.
What lies behind close doors
hidden deep by pretense.
Never do I crumble because
silence guards my lips.
Thus will be the end result.
I will look into the sunset
resolved from my affliction.
When everything could have collapsed,
fallen apart inside me,
silence prevailed.
Chanté Walker
January 17, 2024
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I have made my decisions in this life I'm living.
Put forth my best to bring you happiness,
but I'm still giving.
I watch my family regather,
Sharing moments of joy and laughter.
I too am pursuing what everyone's after—
a happily ever after—
Just one without you being shattered.
I decided to forgive and forget,
because I'm not ready to lose you yet.
I realize that if I let you win,
we'll commit this painful sin,
and I'll never see your pretty face again.
So I put down my boxing gloves,
Resisting resentment to bring back love.
With gratitude I thank God above
He gave me you—my one and only—my dove.
How many times must I apologize?
I don't know; I don't care.
At the end of the day,
I'm here; you're there.
No, it isn't fair, but
I'll stay right here, not disappear
Since I'd rather be with you than anywhere.
With you—my one and only love.
I pray for the day you'll wake up and see
I'm waiting for you to make your way back to me.
Chanté Walker
10/6/2024
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Chante Walker Poem
These writings
Trickle from within,
Spring with emotion revealed,
Pour out with many tears not cried,
Bursting forth in deep, indescribable oceans,
A levy overwhelmed, collapsing under pressure.
Suddenly, it makes sense—everything,
Because it all flowed from the hidden caves,
A story that sounded in bits and pieces
With unspeakable pressure building up over time
And who could understand? Who could understand
All the pain, emotional turmoil, capsizing all belief
And who could truly believe that
All of this
Started with
A trickle?
Chanté Walker
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Chante Walker Poem
I will climb the tallest mountain,
brave the bottom of the sea.
Wherever you would set your dwelling,
there is where I want to be.
I would roam amid the darkness
though impossible to see.
Wherever you would set your dwelling,
there is where I want to be.
I would journey through the jungle,
find and climb the tallest tree.
Wherever you would set your dwelling,
there is where I want to be.
I would follow to the heavens
if there was a place for me.
Wherever you would set your dwelling,
there is where I want to be.
Chanté Walker
November 11, 2024
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Chante Walker Poem
When you were here,
I cared for you,
laid at your side and watched you rest.
There was nothing I wouldn't give.
When you were here,
I clung to you,
giving you the best of my heart.
I promised you I'd never leave.
When you were here,
I gave you my words,
“I love you” too many times and more.
I never stopped uttering love letters.
When you were here,
I held you close.
Sadness and discouragement were kept at bay.
My heart became a spring for your joy.
When you were here.
Chanté Walker
12-26-2022
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Promises are embraced
but vows forsaken,
Beauty is highly adored
but the heart mistaken.
When a problem does arise,
there is consolation
Followed by an unfair trade
for a lover's adoration.
Often there is competition
for the manly power.
Mine is mine and yours is yours,
hardly “us” and “ours”.
Flattery is showering
her with many flowers,
This kindly favor for the neighbor
when such love grows sour.
Then are shared the hurtful words,
distrustful criticism,
Sarcasm for the birds
and one-sided decisions.
When you claim to love someone,
these actions you envision?
There's no wonder after all
such love feels like a prison!
It is the love of this world,
which isn't love anymore.
Chanté Walker
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Silence so dense it can be felt.
Shatter! Sudden devastation
Sprawled across a cement floor.
Sound reverberating seemingly forever.
Serene peace severed by
Selfish intention.
That's how it feels.
Chanté Walker
January 18, 2024
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When at last the storm has passed,
These events will be our story,
Culmination of the end,
Revelation of Jah's glory.
Finally, we'll have endured
Through the greatest tribulation.
We'll have seen without a doubt
Jesus deliver God's salvation.
When the storm has passed
All will have heard God's mighty thunder.
“Who is Jehovah?”
No more will the nations wonder.
All will know his right to rule.
No longer will it be in question.
Pure worship will become the norm
Rather than a mere suggestion.
When the storm has passed
People will no more be dying.
Joys of life will soar anew.
All our days are satisfying.
Morning sunshine blooms.
Trials of life will not be raining.
There will be no room for gloom.
Our lives Jehovah is sustaining.
Won't that be amazing?
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