Browsing: Written Word (Poetry)

So hear us now.
We are not afraid.
We sing for those the dark betrayed.

For every name that didn’t return,
We light a candle. Let it burn.

Let it burn through fear and charades.
Let it ignite the slow, charred braids
Of justice crawling to the gate—
Because silence, too, can suffocate.

And when the people rise—unarmed,
With banners, voices, truth in hand—
They meet the boots, the batons, threats,
As if to speak was to offend.

But how do you kill a million minds?
A people’s will that will not fold?
Strike one down—ten more rise,
Spines carved from truths too old to hold.

Threats are rain upon scorched earth.
They water rage, not fear or retreat.
A leader who deafens his ears to pain
Will one day kneel in that same street.

Strength isn’t a steely facade. It’s a beating heart that still dares to beat when it’s already bruised. It’s the voice that whispers, “I can’t do this alone,” even when pride screams, “You must!”

Then the blinds lift. The lights blaze.
I stand, no longer content to spectate.
Adrenaline sharpens the edge of my focus,
I am the story I’ve been training to tell.

That season when no one claps for you?
That’s when your **beast mode loads.**
When no one’s watching is when **your next chapter is written.**

Sometimes we trade our yearning for comfort—
a gentle hand for a sure roof,
a passing glance for a quiet harbor,
mistaking the campfire’s glow for home.

peek in the mirror and catch that fire in your eyes—
It’s the sign you’re alive, unstoppable, unbound.
No one can betray your vision when you hold it close,
no one can derail your journey when you chart your course.
You are your own champion, your fiercest ally.

All I need is a man with faith that outlasts sight,
Who trusts in our scars, our plans, our shared future.
He believes in beauty beneath the bruises
and finds hope in every scar’s silver thread.

They talk about “high risk of redemption,” but redemption ain’t a luxury— it’s the blood in our veins, the fire in our feet. We won’t sit down and be walked on, we won’t whisper apologies for wanting justice.

Step forward now, barefoot on soft grass,
where regrets dissolve like shadows at dawn.

n our journey of success, it’s easy to get caught up in the pursuit of immediate goals, the fleeting butterflies of life. However, the real magic happens when we focus on building something substantial, akin to cultivating a vibrant garden. Instead of relentlessly chasing, channel your energy into creating and nurturing.

I’m tired of people not listening 
I’m tired of those who judge without knowing facts 
I’m tired of making excuses for others in the name of love 

The harder we work, the stronger we grow;  
Through obstacles faced, we learn and know  
That fortune’s favor shines on those  
Who choose to put in effort, deeply and closely.

Can you help it at times?  
Wrestling with thoughts, tangled climbs,  
Are you in control or merely guided  
By the whims of fate, unconfined?  

Let not the blame game spin endlessly,  
For in its cycle, no one can win.  
We all believe we are in the right,  
In our own understanding, we continue the fight.