Tag: poetrylovers
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They Know My Name
I walk in because the world knows my name,Head held high, I own the game.No need to ask, I know my space,Boss in my stride, confidence in my pace.I do not just enter, I set the tone,Walking like the whole damn place is my own!
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Fire At The Table
We bring the fire to the table,Warm hands and hungry hearts,A little smoke, a little sizzle —Where every meal becomes an art! Let sparks rise with the laughter,Let bold flavours fill the air,For fire is more than heat —It is the warmth we choose to share!
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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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The Table I Built
I set the table with all I had —Skill in my hands, fire in my plans,Plates full of effort, cups of intent,A feast of everything I meant! I offered it freely — no hidden cost,But you turned away, or barely glossed.No hunger for what I brought to share,No respect for the weight I carried there!…
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Karma’s Quiet Return
Be kind to hands that lifted you high,Not quick to wound or pass them by.For every good that comes your way,Is not by chance — it chose to stay! Don’t trade their trust for fleeting gain,Or stitch their kindness into pain.The world remembers what you give,In echoes shaping how you live! For karma walks a…
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The Debt Comes Due
I don’t shout — I carve my will,In silence sharp enough to cut.No need for fire, no need for show,I let the quiet pressure grow! You thought betrayal left no scar,Mistook my calm for who you are.But every slight you tried to hide,I forged into a turning tide! I don’t forgive — I redefine,What once…
