Tag: poetlife
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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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Fresh Start – A New Week
A new week rises, soft and bright,Unfolding like the morning light,Yesterday’s weight falls far behind,Today, a clearer and calmer mind! Fresh pages wait beneath your pen,Inviting hope to speak again,With every step, each choice you make,You shape the road you are meant to take! So, breathe in deep, let courage stay,Let small joys guide you…
The Queen Of Poetry 