dvs - Hello Poetry

Wobbly at first, knees bruised with dreams, Training wheels and a trembling heart, She carried on with cheers and support from her father. She fell. …And got up again. She studied harder than before. But her fire was tamed — to fit into their world. Love came — sweet and silly. Butterflies and late-night texts. Then heartbreak, Where no one asked why she hurt — only what she did wrong. She kept riding — Into boardrooms and deadlines. Career — Not a ladder, but a minefield. “Too emotional,” they said. “Too ambitious,” they whispered. She forgot her mother’s hands, calloused from carrying her dreams. She didn’t always say thank you. Not until she became her. She offered help — And they said, “She’s too involved.” “She’s desperate.” “She’s just… too much.” Her face, bright as morning, Was called arrogance by the insecure. Her silence — indifference. Her beauty — a mask, they said. Still she rides. Her bicycle weathered — but she kept her hands steady.

0

May 29, 2025

May 29, 2025 at 6:08 AM UTC

A Girl Riding a Bicycle

Wobbly at first, knees bruised with dreams, Training wheels and a trembling heart, She carried on with cheers and support from her father. She fell. …And got up again. She studied harder than before. But her fire was tamed — to fit into their world. Love came — sweet and silly. Butterflies and late-night texts. Then heartbreak, Where no one asked why she hurt — only what she did wrong. She kept riding — Into boardrooms and deadlines. Career — Not a ladder, but a minefield. “Too emotional,” they said. “Too ambitious,” they whispered. She forgot her mother’s hands, calloused from carrying her dreams. She didn’t always say thank you. Not until she became her. She offered help — And they said, “She’s too involved.” “She’s desperate.” “She’s just… too much.” Her face, bright as morning, Was called arrogance by the insecure. Her silence — indifference. Her beauty — a mask, they said. Still she rides. Her bicycle weathered — but she kept her hands steady.

34

Wind pulled us closer, Love made us one. Effort kept us strong, God made it lifelong.

0

May 16, 2025

May 16, 2025 at 6:41 AM UTC

Forever

Wind pulled us closer, Love made us one. Effort kept us strong, God made it lifelong.

4

To know the sea Is to yield to its pull— To ride the current Is to let it carry you— Harder to hold on, Easier to give in... So why not let it drift away? At times, Surrendering to the ocean Is the better way to stay afloat Than resistance.

0

Mar 23, 2025

Mar 23, 2025 at 1:56 PM UTC

Let It Go

To know the sea Is to yield to its pull— To ride the current Is to let it carry you— Harder to hold on, Easier to give in... So why not let it drift away? At times, Surrendering to the ocean Is the better way to stay afloat Than resistance.

11

Days grew heavier, Nights stretched longer, My heart, burdened— Drifting, lost, Aimlessly searching through the blur. Then I found you. Resting in your shadow, Watching, learning— You kept moving, And in your motion, you lifted me. You broke my chains, Showed me how to rise. No longer bound, No longer afraid— Inspired. Growing. Free.

0

Mar 2, 2025

Mar 2, 2025 at 2:58 PM UTC

Found in Your Light

Days grew heavier, Nights stretched longer, My heart, burdened— Drifting, lost, Aimlessly searching through the blur. Then I found you. Resting in your shadow, Watching, learning— You kept moving, And in your motion, you lifted me. You broke my chains, Showed me how to rise. No longer bound, No longer afraid— Inspired. Growing. Free.

17

Is this redemption— or just a reckoning? Rewinding choices, reeling in thoughts, permutations and combinations of what once was, what could still be… Preparing to cast away years of daily rituals, the comfort of routine, as high tides rise, crashing against the hollow beneath my ribs. Is this release— or another kind of weight? Should it needs to be embraced— or must it be braced?

0

Feb 26, 2025

Feb 26, 2025 at 6:33 PM UTC

Marriage

Is this redemption— or just a reckoning? Rewinding choices, reeling in thoughts, permutations and combinations of what once was, what could still be… Preparing to cast away years of daily rituals, the comfort of routine, as high tides rise, crashing against the hollow beneath my ribs. Is this release— or another kind of weight? Should it needs to be embraced— or must it be braced?

17

Lips are parched, Silver threads weave through my hair. Skin loosens over weary hips, Time etching its tale with care. Hormones rage, a silent storm, Mirror reflects a changing face. Then it hits—I'm growing old, Yet the world moves at its pace. ***** unrested, sleepless nights, Anger clings, like an old refrain. A cycle fades, but I remain— So much lost, yet much remains.

0

Feb 24, 2025

Feb 24, 2025 at 9:27 AM UTC

A Women Growing Old

Lips are parched, Silver threads weave through my hair. Skin loosens over weary hips, Time etching its tale with care. Hormones rage, a silent storm, Mirror reflects a changing face. Then it hits—I'm growing old, Yet the world moves at its pace. ***** unrested, sleepless nights, Anger clings, like an old refrain. A cycle fades, but I remain— So much lost, yet much remains.

12

She is strong She pulled herself through strong winds, Roots gripping the earth, refusing to break. She survived with little care, Drinking from the silence, Holding on when no hands reached out. She never complained about the thirst, Welcoming the sun, even when it burned. She learned to bloom in shadows, Happy with the little attention she received. She stayed, even when neglected, Spreading fresh air to breathe, A silent companion when no one else was around. A quiet strength, unseen yet unwavering. She stopped withering away. She adapted. She grew. She became more than survival— She became life itself.

0

Feb 22, 2025

Feb 22, 2025 at 4:10 PM UTC

My Pet Plant

She is strong She pulled herself through strong winds, Roots gripping the earth, refusing to break. She survived with little care, Drinking from the silence, Holding on when no hands reached out. She never complained about the thirst, Welcoming the sun, even when it burned. She learned to bloom in shadows, Happy with the little attention she received. She stayed, even when neglected, Spreading fresh air to breathe, A silent companion when no one else was around. A quiet strength, unseen yet unwavering. She stopped withering away. She adapted. She grew. She became more than survival— She became life itself.

19

I let him by—into my heart, I let him by—to make me laugh, I let him by—to love me, I let him by—to hug me To hold me in his arms, to make me whole. I let him by—to break me, To carve his name in scars, To leave me with echoes of touch, Fading into the silence of time. Let by the pain, Let by the wounds, Let by the memories that linger, Like shadows in the turning wheel. And now, I stand alone, Waiting, watching— For time to turn backward, For the wheel to spin in reverse.

0

Feb 22, 2025

Feb 22, 2025 at 4:10 PM UTC

Let By

I let him by—into my heart, I let him by—to make me laugh, I let him by—to love me, I let him by—to hug me To hold me in his arms, to make me whole. I let him by—to break me, To carve his name in scars, To leave me with echoes of touch, Fading into the silence of time. Let by the pain, Let by the wounds, Let by the memories that linger, Like shadows in the turning wheel. And now, I stand alone, Waiting, watching— For time to turn backward, For the wheel to spin in reverse.

17

I kept on nourishing, But you weren’t noticing. I kept on pushing, But you kept straying. The more I kept falling, The more you kept reigning. Was I just fading, A name worth erasing? Hiding, escaping, But the truth kept tailing. No matter how far I ran, The weight was unchanging. I wished for a better ending, One where love wasn’t bending, It was never about winning— Just a fear of failing. But my heart left unbreaking.

0

Feb 22, 2025

Feb 22, 2025 at 4:09 PM UTC

Unseen

I kept on nourishing, But you weren’t noticing. I kept on pushing, But you kept straying. The more I kept falling, The more you kept reigning. Was I just fading, A name worth erasing? Hiding, escaping, But the truth kept tailing. No matter how far I ran, The weight was unchanging. I wished for a better ending, One where love wasn’t bending, It was never about winning— Just a fear of failing. But my heart left unbreaking.

17

You are our umbrella, Shielding us from life’s storms. You kept us dry When the rain poured hard. Your love was our shelter. Safe and warm, Protected us when the skies turned gray. You taught us courage, Made us brave to face every challenge. You stood in the rain So we wouldn’t feel a drop. The sacrifices you made Helped us grow and bloom. They will never be forgotten. Now that the storm has passed, rest. Let us care for you, As you always cared for us. Let us hold the umbrella now.

0

Feb 22, 2025

Feb 22, 2025 at 4:08 PM UTC

Guardian

You are our umbrella, Shielding us from life’s storms. You kept us dry When the rain poured hard. Your love was our shelter. Safe and warm, Protected us when the skies turned gray. You taught us courage, Made us brave to face every challenge. You stood in the rain So we wouldn’t feel a drop. The sacrifices you made Helped us grow and bloom. They will never be forgotten. Now that the storm has passed, rest. Let us care for you, As you always cared for us. Let us hold the umbrella now.

18