The Queen Of Poetry

Aisha Idris Suleman

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Tag: riseabove

  • Above The Noise

    Onwards I go, though shadows may speak,Their echoes are loud, but their footing is weak,Upwards I climb past doubt and disdain,Through whispers of loss and echoes of pain! For every harsh word that tries to confine,Builds strength in the will I know to be mine,The sky does not bend to voices below,It widens for those…

  • 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!…

  • The Light They Choose

    When storms arise without a warning sound,And heavy skies press low upon the ground,They do not yield to all the weight they bear —They turn within and find a steady care! Through every fall, a quiet strength is grown,In winding paths, new clarity is shown,No trial remains when hope is held in sight —Even the…

  • Crowned In Fire

    Steel in my spine, I don’t bend — I refine,You played with my trust, now I sharpen the line.No tears for the snakes, no grace for the slick,You wanted me soft — now you are feeling the kick! I bloom in the fire, I bite when I must,Turn wounds into weapons, turn betrayal to dust.Call…

  • 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…

  • Unshaken

    I don’t shrink for storms,I don’t bow to doubt,You can throw your shadows —I am walking with the sunlight out! Your whispers hit like pebbles,Mine echoes like a drum,You try to dim the fire —I am where the sparks are from! No borrowed fear can hold me,No smallness makes me drown,Build your walls of worry…

  • Stay True

    They will whisper soft of who to be,Of shapes to mould, of eyes to see,They will draw their maps upon your skin,And beg you to change the soul within! But stars don’t ask to shine bright,Nor rivers halt to please the night,A rose won’t trade her crimson hue,So why should you be less than you?…