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Below are the all-time best Chante Walker poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Power of Love

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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When You Were Here

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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Resilience

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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Love Isn't Love Anymore

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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When the Storm Has Passed

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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When the Sun Has Set

When the sun has set at last,
Remember that I loved you so,
How I kissed your tears away
And took your side when asked to stay.

When the sun has set at last,
Remember that I was your friend,
Someone deeply you could trust
Who wished the best for both of us.

When the sun has set at last
Remember all the joys we shared,
How you were the apple of my eye,
The abundance of love for you and I.

When the sun as set at last,
Do not shed a tear, my dear.
You will find your true love soon.
Until that time, enjoy the moon.

Chanté Walker
January 13, 2024

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Our Love, You and I

There's this love for you and I
underneath the evening sky
where true friendship never dies.

There's this bond for both of us
deeper than a one night's lust,
the kind of love that doesn't rust.

There's forever in your stare,
true passion and loyalty is there
to fill my heart with warmth and care.

You're the woman of my life,
I'm your man—you are my wife.

Chanté Walker
January 17, 2024

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When Silence Prevails

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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Written Waters

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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Why?

Am I just a forsaken friend?
Am I just a slave?
Why, my precious, do you treat
your beloved as a knave?

Have I spoken hurtful words,
and filled your eyes with fire?
Why then do treat me harsh
and let our love retire?

Have I laid a hand on you
inflicting hurtful pain?
Why then do you stab me through
and hurt me once again?

Have I taken all you have
and left you just with nought?
Why do you confiscate our things
when just your love I sought?

Have I given you a child
and then walked away?
Why then do you punish me
for still choosing to stay?

Did I take your steady hand
to sign the dotted line?
Now that I have been your man,
you'd rather we resign.

Did I crush your hopeful dreams
or did I snatch your smile?
Why then do you set me free
for going the extra nine thousand miles?

Chanté Walker
January 16, 2024