The Queen Of Poetry

Aisha Idris Suleman

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Tag: spokenword

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • Unshaken Self

    Be who you are in the shifting light,In crowded rooms or the quiet night.No borrowed voice, no hidden face —Just stand in truth, take up your space! When winds of doubt begin to rise,And mirrors cloud with others’ eyes,Hold the spark you have always known,A steady fire that is yours alone! For masks may fit,…

  • Walk Like A Boss

    Walk in tall, let your fire rise,Chin up proud, with storm in your eyes.Own each step, let your presence speak,Power moves quiet — never weak.Head up high, be bold, emboss —Move through the world like a boss!

  • 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…

  • Crown Taken, Not Given

    I don’t climb — I take what is mine,Break every ceiling, cross every line,No luck here, just blood and will,I don’t chase crowns — I bend them still! Pressure snaps? I snap it back,Leave my mark in every crack,They talk big — I move precise,Cold ambition, sharpened ice! Top of the game — I own…

  • 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.

  • 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!

  • When Light Turns Cold

    Never wound a soul that shines,Soft as dawn in quiet skies —They carry storms you cannot see,Yet still choose gentle ways to be! But break them once, or twice, too deep,And something buried won’t stay asleep,The warmth you knew begins to fade,Replaced by shadows they never made! For when the pure are pushed too far,They…