Category: Poetry
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by Shel Silverstein This poem should be framed and hung on the wall of every child because it quietly but powerfully rewrites the limits adults so often place on young minds. Shel Silverstein moves through the language children hear every day—“don’ts,” “shouldn’ts,” “impossibles”—and then deliberately overturns them, replacing restriction with possibility. It’s not just encouragement;…
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Still, She Is She wakes before the world is ready and carries the day anyway.She learns early how to hold two truths at once: strength and softness, fear and resolve.She becomes fluent in adaptation—not because she wants to, but because life keeps asking.She is not extraordinary because she never breaks.She is extraordinary because she does—and…
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Where You Go I Will Be Where you go, I will be—not ahead of you, not behind,but beside the quiet you carrywhen the road asks for faith.If you wander into shadow,I’ll learn the dark with you,name the shapes fear takesuntil it loosens its grip.If you run toward light,I won’t slow you down—I’ll keep pace with…
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He schools his breath, keeps posture loose,let’s confidence arrive unforced,measures every word he chooses,hoping charm won’t sound rehearsed.He watches how her laughter lands,files each detail in his mind,steps close enough to feel the heat,but far enough to seem benign.He wonders if she feels it too,that current passing hand to hand,and plots no ending—only this:to stay,…
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Insistence Roots claw the wall, damp breath of stone, Sap and rust and rainbone grown. Leaves whisper dust, green tasting air, Bark splits open, musk everywhere. Sun warms lichen, sweet and sour, Time drips slow in vine and flower. The wall groans low, the roots reply— Life insists. It will not die. Simona A. Brinson…
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It hurts in the placewhere your hand used to be—small fingers waitingfor yours to close around themlike a promise.You let go quietly.Not a yank, not a break—just a looseningI didn’t understanduntil I was already alone.It hurts at the tablewhere your laughter livesfor everyone else,bright as a candleI am not allowed to touch.For me, there is…
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Heart of Glass Verse 1I learned to smile with my hands in my pocketsHold it together, never let it showBuilt my armor out of quiet habitsSaid I was fine, but you already knowI let you in through the cracks I was hidingSwore I was stronger than all of thisBut love has a way of finding…
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Runner’s High The road unfolds, a ribbon thin,Each breath a match, each stride a win.The ache arrives, then slips away,Like doubt that cannot choose to stay.My lungs complain, my calves ignite,The mind says stop—my feet say fight.Then somewhere past the counted mile,The body breaks into a smile.The world goes quiet, sharp and clear,The pounding heart…
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The Shape of Remembering When I close my eyeshe is not gone.He arrives in pieces—the slope of his shoulders in lamplight,the way his laugh started in his chestbefore it reached his mouth.I see his hands first.Always his hands.The small scar he never explained.The way they steadied the worldwithout trying to.Sometimes he is younger,sometimes older.Memory does…
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The Crossing The black river carries the journeymanwithout asking his name.Its water is ink-dark,quiet as a held breath.He steps in,and time loosens its grip.No yesterday clings to his ankles.No tomorrow pulls at his sleeve.The current knows another place—not ahead,not behind,but between.Here, the sky pauses mid-thought.Stars forget their order.Memory and desire sit side by sidewithout arguing.The…
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