Tag: modernpoetry
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The Quiet Reckoning
A quiet hand may strike no blow,Yet power hums beneath its skin —A current deep the cruel do not know,Till karma’s tide comes rolling in! You laughed while breaking sacred light,Mocked gifts you could not understand,But shadows study every slight,And mark them in a patient hand! For those who carry something rare,Are guarded not by…
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Alchemy Of The Unbroken
They gather fragments from their fall,The quiet echoes of it all,What once was sharp, what once would sting,They turn into a gentler thing! Each scar they wear, a story grown,From seeds of pain once deeply sown,The darker days they wandered through,Now shape the light they slowly knew! Where others see the end, the cost,They build…
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Ink Between Moments
A moment slipped between two breaths,Soft as dusk on quiet seas —The world stood still, or maybe I,Just learned to move like these! A laugh, a glance, a fleeting light,Gone before it knew its name —Yet somehow etched in deeper ink,Than time could wash away!
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The Way You Fight Me
We throw words like sparks in the dark,Pretending we do not feel the heat,Every insult lands too close to the heart,Every silence tastes too sweet! You look at me like a question you hate,Similar to a truth you won’t let be true,But your eyes linger half a second too long —And I know it is…
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Two Steps Ahead
Play your cards like secrets kept,A quiet hand, no reckless bet.Eyes ahead, but mind moves two,Seeing paths they never knew! While others chase the obvious play,You fold, you wait, you drift, you stay.Then strike when timing tips the scale —A silent checkmate, without a tale! Not luck, but rhythm, calm and art —The clever edge,…
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Sharpened, Not Broken
I don’t forget. I don’t fold. You thought silence meant weakness —it meant I was watching. Learning. Waiting. You crossed the line.Now you get to see what I become because of it. I don’t break.I sharpen. This isn’t revenge —this is evolution.
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The Hour I Rise
They struck a match beneath my name,Mistook my silence for a flame,That flickers out when winds grow strong —They did me quiet, they did me wrong! But power sleeps in steady hands,Not loud, not wild — just as it stands,I rise, not rage, I choose my hour,And turn their doubt into my power!
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Diamond’s Warning
Never hurt a diamond,Just because it shines for you,Pressure made it stronger,It survived what you never knew! Scratch it and remember —Time has lessons still to send,Diamonds cut through stone,And the tables always turn in the end!
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Unbreakable
Be the thunder in your own sky,Not the echo of someone else’s storm,The world will hand you mirrors,That bend and blur your shape —Do not bow to glass that lies! You were not made to be folded,into smaller versions of yourself.Your laugh is not too loud,Your dreams are not too wild,Your heart is not too…
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