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For anyone who needs to hear it
For anyone who cries at night
For anyone who who dries their tears
On saying "I'm alright"

For anyone who's in their head
And thinks they're not enough
Who worries about their body size
And ever finding love

The world is going to beat you down
To teach you to stand back up
But just because the world is cruel
It doesn't mean give up

You're so much more than your struggles
You're stronger than your grief
You're more beautiful than you'll ever know
So stand up... Use your feet

Walk right through that fire
Stand so you'll be seen
The world needs to see you glow
But just in case bring burn cream
bronn Jun 23
I break down the blue
I saw pieces of you
and thats where i knew
why i don’t have a clue

I saw melancholy in your cry
How can i even try
To wipe the tears
In your eye

I heard your sigh
But never your complain
You’re a tough guy
But you’re such a lame
kudoss for those ppl who managed to hide their wounds and owned the pain.
teju Jun 16
You’re sunshine in spring,
A pure smile so shy,
Introvert and classy,
A warmth passing by.

Natural and cool,
Beauty deep and true,
Photogenic spirit,
Lovely through and through.

Always understanding,
Open to life's art,
Strong yet gentle kindness,
Friendship from the heart.

Spontaneous laughter,
Plans out of the blue
Dear sweetest sunshine,
I'm glad I met you.
Ahmad Azzam Jun 8
Yes you’ve lost your mind trying every possible way and sometimes the impossible.
Overburdening me with obstacles in every f* corner but I am indestructible.
Unaffected by your vicious plans untouchable leave me be , is that really so horrible.  
Can’t you see the brightness in my eyes or the music in my heart yes remarkable.
And yet you insist to reflect your shallow soul and I will reflect mine unpredictable.
Neither you nor I wanted this but you chose to choke on your own blood bubble.
Take a fist on your sleepy eyes to wake up and I remember I warned you uncountable.
Blackness takes control now with open red eyes. Can you see the new me no longer humble.
Right and wrong are difficult to know in this word but I will never be inconsolable.
Eat now my destruction fury and hate till you suffocate till you endlessly mumble
Kiss my indecisive a** crack and in pain tumble. Your heart as mine will crumble.
Me is the ultimate solution. Take a closer look to my soul and problems will be simple
Discover the mini secret in this poem and tell me . Written by me in 2011.
1DNA May 31
Looking strong,
Isn't always an advantage.
    Sometimes,
They forget you're human.
                They break you
                               And break you
                                              And break you,
And won't even bother to ask,
     If you're ok.
If I act strong, they think I'm doing totally fine.
If I act weak, they start judging n start complaining.
Shivam Sehgal May 20
WE OFTEN HIDE BEHIND THE NAME OF FEAR!
WELL, WE ARE ALL GROWN UP NOW.
WORRIED ABOUT FALLING BUT HAVE WINGS,
A WAY TO FLY, BUT NOBODY IS HERE NOW!
BURIED LITTLE ONE ARISES, SPREADING BEAUTY AND LOVE.
EXCEPTIONALLY WARM MUSIC MADE DELICATE FEATHERS UNCONSCIOUS.
HEAVEN SEEMS REAL, LIFE BECOMES ALIVE.
SUDDENLY TUK-TUK-TUK ---
THE DITCH REAPPEARS AND FEATHERS BECOME HEAVY.

By: Shivam Sehgal
Growth

Self-Discovery

Hope

Symbolism

strong
You are Strong,
You are Courageous, and
you are Proud,
You won't let nothing stand
in your way,
You will keep on working
for your Achievements,
Trust and believe they
will pay off one Day!!!
You have all that you need,
The drive,
qualifications, and
So much more,
So, get on up and
get the job done,
What are you waiting for???
for the team,
just go on and score,
You are Strong,
you have the strength,
You are Courageous
you have the tenacity,
Last but not least,
You are Proud,
Proud of your
talents and abiliities,
So, believe in yourself and
say it out loud,
Continue to
Be Strong,
Courageous and Proud!!!


B.R.
Date: 5/12/2025
I fought my way through the pain,                                                            ­    
                                                            ­                                                            walked through the fire of loss                                                             ­                     
                                                                ­                                                          
I fell over and over again                                                            ­                        
                                                                ­                                                      
and paid all that it cost                                                             ­                       
                                                                ­                                                
Picked up pieces of me                                                               ­                         
                                                                ­                                                      
that I lost along the way                                                              ­                                  
                              ­                                                                 ­               
savored & tasted victory                                                          ­                              
                                  ­                                                                 ­                   
and I stand here today                                                            ­                          
                                      ­                                                                 ­         
   Shed the tears as I was needing                                                          ­                          
                                                                ­                                                  
but I wiped them away,                                                            ­                            
                                                                ­                                                    
as my wounds were bleeding                                                         ­                   
                                             ­                                                                 ­        
I would kneel down and
pray                                                             ­           
                                                     ­                                                                 ­  
     I had to be there for
  myself,                                                       ­                           
                                                                ­                                                    
  no one else would stand up                                                               ­             
                                                                ­                                                      
        I had to walk through hell                                                             ­                   
                                             ­                                                                 ­    
but I never once gave
up                                                               ­                 
                                                                ­                                                
Now standing tall all alone,                                                           ­                       
                                                                ­                                                      
I found out I was strong                                                           ­                     
                                           ­                                                                 ­                    
  because I did it on my own                                                              ­                  
                                              ­                                                                 ­       
I am back, where I belong                                                           ­             
                                                                ­                                                      
It never was an easy road                                                             ­                   
                                             ­                                                                 ­    
and yes, I had lost my way                                                              ­          
                                                                ­                                                        
don't know what my future
holds                                                            ­          
 but I am here to stay
Manx Pragna Apr 17
Love is always so fickle,
Itself only as strong as our commitments.

Oftentimes, we seek a level
Which is non-commiserate
To that which we offer.

We often feel ourselves
To be what's most important.
Pushing & pushing.

Until that day
In which the push is away.
Distance becomes
Only that which we are close with.
But commitment must be mutually respected
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