henryakeru - Hello Poetry

Experience is that math teacher Who gives you tests before teaching the class; She marks it in red And still expects you to clap. It is that bad friend Standing in the corner with folded arms, Sticking out its tongue, Saying, "I warned you," But never stopping you. Experience is like hot soup. It never burns from afar; You must taste it wrong Before you learn how to blow. It is a stubborn landlord Collects rent in advance, With no excuses And no balance carried forward. Experience is like a tight shoe. You won’t know the pain at the shop; You will only understand it Halfway through the journey. It laughs like a drum with no cover Loud And unapologetic, Especially when you repeat the same mistake twice. Experience is that exam You cannot cheat on Because the questions Look exactly like your past. It teaches like rain on a zinc roof: Noisy, Disturbing, But impossible to ignore. Yet somehow, It is the only teacher That stays after class until you finally understand. Because experience does not smile; It proves. If you listen closely, You will hear it say, "Next time, you will know better."

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Apr 5

Apr 5, 2026 at 6:21 PM UTC

Experience does not smile.

Experience is that math teacher Who gives you tests before teaching the class; She marks it in red And still expects you to clap. It is that bad friend Standing in the corner with folded arms, Sticking out its tongue, Saying, "I warned you," But never stopping you. Experience is like hot soup. It never burns from afar; You must taste it wrong Before you learn how to blow. It is a stubborn landlord Collects rent in advance, With no excuses And no balance carried forward. Experience is like a tight shoe. You won’t know the pain at the shop; You will only understand it Halfway through the journey. It laughs like a drum with no cover Loud And unapologetic, Especially when you repeat the same mistake twice. Experience is that exam You cannot cheat on Because the questions Look exactly like your past. It teaches like rain on a zinc roof: Noisy, Disturbing, But impossible to ignore. Yet somehow, It is the only teacher That stays after class until you finally understand. Because experience does not smile; It proves. If you listen closely, You will hear it say, "Next time, you will know better."

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The mango is now yellowish, just like dawn breaks wide, What hid in stubborn greenness now has nothing left to hide, It waited like a promise kept somewhere deep in time, And ripened like a whispered truth that slowly learned to shine It did not rush the sunlight, nor beg the sky to change, It grew like silent thunder stretching far beyond its range, Like fire beneath the surface, like tides that always rise, It held its fate within itself, not seeking other eyes The days moved on like echoes that refused to ever stay, Each hour pressed upon it like a hand that shaped its way, It swelled like bursting laughter that could not be contained, And sweetened like a memory that lingers in the brain No force could stop its turning, not even if it tried, Time roared like endless oceans pulling fullness to its side, It colored like a sunset spilling gold across the air, As if the world had painted it with patient, careful care So everything will happen just like it was designed, Like seasons chasing seasons, never falling out of line, What waits will meet its moment, like stars that always glow, For time does not forget a thing it has already sown The mango is now yellowish, just like it had to be, No louder than a whisper, yet vast like every sea, And all that seems delayed now will arrive without a plea, For time completes its story like it writes eternity.

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Apr 5

Apr 5, 2026 at 6:03 PM UTC

The Mango is now Yellowish

The mango is now yellowish, just like dawn breaks wide, What hid in stubborn greenness now has nothing left to hide, It waited like a promise kept somewhere deep in time, And ripened like a whispered truth that slowly learned to shine It did not rush the sunlight, nor beg the sky to change, It grew like silent thunder stretching far beyond its range, Like fire beneath the surface, like tides that always rise, It held its fate within itself, not seeking other eyes The days moved on like echoes that refused to ever stay, Each hour pressed upon it like a hand that shaped its way, It swelled like bursting laughter that could not be contained, And sweetened like a memory that lingers in the brain No force could stop its turning, not even if it tried, Time roared like endless oceans pulling fullness to its side, It colored like a sunset spilling gold across the air, As if the world had painted it with patient, careful care So everything will happen just like it was designed, Like seasons chasing seasons, never falling out of line, What waits will meet its moment, like stars that always glow, For time does not forget a thing it has already sown The mango is now yellowish, just like it had to be, No louder than a whisper, yet vast like every sea, And all that seems delayed now will arrive without a plea, For time completes its story like it writes eternity.

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Love can blind you even when the sun stands in front of you burning through your eyes you will still call it light Love can quiet your fear when danger is breathing beside you it will tuck you into sleep while shadows stay awake Love can move your body without music no rhythm yet your feet will swear they hear a song It will rename your pain call wounds devotion call waiting loyalty and make suffering feel like purpose Love can rewrite truth bend what you see until wrong feels right and silence sounds like peace But love can also wake you strip the illusion from your skin and show you clearly what you chose not to see

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Apr 5

Apr 5, 2026 at 5:57 PM UTC

What Love can do

Love can blind you even when the sun stands in front of you burning through your eyes you will still call it light Love can quiet your fear when danger is breathing beside you it will tuck you into sleep while shadows stay awake Love can move your body without music no rhythm yet your feet will swear they hear a song It will rename your pain call wounds devotion call waiting loyalty and make suffering feel like purpose Love can rewrite truth bend what you see until wrong feels right and silence sounds like peace But love can also wake you strip the illusion from your skin and show you clearly what you chose not to see

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We have learnt to mourn without a sound because grief is now too often found names fall daily line by line and we scroll past pain like it is fine we whisper prayers into the air type stay safe like someone cares the roads no longer promise return just stories of those we failed to learn who is missing who is gone which mother waits till hope is done fear now sleeps beside our bed while prayers replace the tears we shed this land is rich beyond its need yet empty bowls still echo greed oil beneath and gold inside but hunger walks the streets with pride we call it faith we call it grace while starving children lose their place leaders speak in polished lies truth is buried where justice dies we kneel we fast we lift our cries as if change will fall from skies but while we beg and stand still the silence grows and prayer kills

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Mar 30

Mar 30, 2026 at 5:44 PM UTC

Prayer will be the end of us.

We have learnt to mourn without a sound because grief is now too often found names fall daily line by line and we scroll past pain like it is fine we whisper prayers into the air type stay safe like someone cares the roads no longer promise return just stories of those we failed to learn who is missing who is gone which mother waits till hope is done fear now sleeps beside our bed while prayers replace the tears we shed this land is rich beyond its need yet empty bowls still echo greed oil beneath and gold inside but hunger walks the streets with pride we call it faith we call it grace while starving children lose their place leaders speak in polished lies truth is buried where justice dies we kneel we fast we lift our cries as if change will fall from skies but while we beg and stand still the silence grows and prayer kills

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I gave my peace to passing storms Let little winds decide my state I wore my heart in fragile forms And let small things dictate my fate I bent for words that held no weight I shrank for eyes that could not see I let the trivial resonate As if they carried all of me I called it love I called it care Excused the cuts I could ignore But truth was waiting quietly there I will not do this anymore For I am gold in quiet dust Not loud not begging to be found No careless breath no fleeting gust Can lift my worth from where it’s bound I do not break for shallow sight Nor fade because I am unseen My value lives beyond their light Untouched by what they think I mean Let lesser noise fall where it may It holds no claim it has no claim I choose myself I choose my way I step beyond the petty game And those who see with deeper eyes Will know the weight I carry sure For only truth can recognize A worth that quiet hearts endure

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Mar 28

Mar 28, 2026 at 3:05 PM UTC

Not anymore

I gave my peace to passing storms Let little winds decide my state I wore my heart in fragile forms And let small things dictate my fate I bent for words that held no weight I shrank for eyes that could not see I let the trivial resonate As if they carried all of me I called it love I called it care Excused the cuts I could ignore But truth was waiting quietly there I will not do this anymore For I am gold in quiet dust Not loud not begging to be found No careless breath no fleeting gust Can lift my worth from where it’s bound I do not break for shallow sight Nor fade because I am unseen My value lives beyond their light Untouched by what they think I mean Let lesser noise fall where it may It holds no claim it has no claim I choose myself I choose my way I step beyond the petty game And those who see with deeper eyes Will know the weight I carry sure For only truth can recognize A worth that quiet hearts endure

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You look at me like borrowed time Like something placed in error’s hand As if this love is out of line As if it was not meant to stand You speak in pauses filled with doubt As though your heart has lost its way You turn the quiet questions out And fear the things you cannot say You hold yourself a step from mine Afraid of all that we could be As if our paths were misaligned As if you should be less with me But what I have is yours to take Not out of need not out of plea No hidden cost no thin mistake Just all of what remains of me You search for cracks inside my vow For signs that I will turn or tire Yet everything I am right now Leans only deeper into your fire If love feels strange within your chest It is not proof that it is wrong Some truths arrive without a rest Yet still they root and still grow strong So let your doubt say what it must It cannot break what time assures For even through your fear and mistrust What I have is yours

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Mar 28

Mar 28, 2026 at 2:58 PM UTC

My all is yours.

You look at me like borrowed time Like something placed in error’s hand As if this love is out of line As if it was not meant to stand You speak in pauses filled with doubt As though your heart has lost its way You turn the quiet questions out And fear the things you cannot say You hold yourself a step from mine Afraid of all that we could be As if our paths were misaligned As if you should be less with me But what I have is yours to take Not out of need not out of plea No hidden cost no thin mistake Just all of what remains of me You search for cracks inside my vow For signs that I will turn or tire Yet everything I am right now Leans only deeper into your fire If love feels strange within your chest It is not proof that it is wrong Some truths arrive without a rest Yet still they root and still grow strong So let your doubt say what it must It cannot break what time assures For even through your fear and mistrust What I have is yours

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He stood where others bent in awe A name that carried weight and call A force that felt above all law Yet even giants are small He rose beyond the common sight His shadow stretching far and wide He wore the crown of borrowed height Still something loomed outside For every peak that scrapes the sky There waits a sky it cannot claim For every roar that sounds so high There burns a louder flame The ocean swallows rivers whole The night consumes the boldest day No matter how complete the role There is a greater play So walk your height but know this truth No throne is built to stand alone Even giants in their youth Are small before the unknown

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Mar 28

Mar 28, 2026 at 2:49 PM UTC

Even Giants are Small

He stood where others bent in awe A name that carried weight and call A force that felt above all law Yet even giants are small He rose beyond the common sight His shadow stretching far and wide He wore the crown of borrowed height Still something loomed outside For every peak that scrapes the sky There waits a sky it cannot claim For every roar that sounds so high There burns a louder flame The ocean swallows rivers whole The night consumes the boldest day No matter how complete the role There is a greater play So walk your height but know this truth No throne is built to stand alone Even giants in their youth Are small before the unknown

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You see the shift in passing light A flicker dressed as something small You feel the wrong beneath the right Yet you say nothing at all You tell yourself it is not yours Not your burden not your war You draw your lines and close your doors And step a little back from more You know the truth has taken seat It lingers longer than you planned It taps in rhythm soft and neat And asks you now to take a stand Still you wear silence like a shield A crafted cloak of quiet lies You let the clearest knowing yield Behind the mask of open eyes You see but choose to turn away You act as if you have no sight And in that choice you slowly stay A witness fading from the light

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Mar 28

Mar 28, 2026 at 2:46 PM UTC

The seeing Blind.

You see the shift in passing light A flicker dressed as something small You feel the wrong beneath the right Yet you say nothing at all You tell yourself it is not yours Not your burden not your war You draw your lines and close your doors And step a little back from more You know the truth has taken seat It lingers longer than you planned It taps in rhythm soft and neat And asks you now to take a stand Still you wear silence like a shield A crafted cloak of quiet lies You let the clearest knowing yield Behind the mask of open eyes You see but choose to turn away You act as if you have no sight And in that choice you slowly stay A witness fading from the light

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When tempers strike like flint on stone, And sparks reveal what’s overgrown, The tongue becomes a reckless blade Unmasking truths we once delayed. We sip on peace like sugared wine, Let practiced pleasantries align, But rage ferments beneath the skin Till truth comes spilling, sharp as sin. Each word a mirror cracked but clear, Reflecting doubt we would not hear, For anger is a ruthless priest Confessing what the heart has leased. Beneath the noise of clashing breath, Lie quiet oaths we starved to death, Now resurrected, fierce, uncouth, In bitter hymns that echo truth. What love embalmed in softened lies, Dispute exhumes and nullifies, For buried thoughts don’t rot away They bloom when fury leads the way. A quarrel is no random fire, It feeds on long-contained desire, Each insult, not a stray recruit, But evidence in sharp pursuit. So hear the chaos, read it deep, For rage reveals what calm will keep, And every clash, however brute, Still sings with truth in its dispute.

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Mar 28

Mar 28, 2026 at 6:34 AM UTC

Song of dispute with lyrical truth.

When tempers strike like flint on stone, And sparks reveal what’s overgrown, The tongue becomes a reckless blade Unmasking truths we once delayed. We sip on peace like sugared wine, Let practiced pleasantries align, But rage ferments beneath the skin Till truth comes spilling, sharp as sin. Each word a mirror cracked but clear, Reflecting doubt we would not hear, For anger is a ruthless priest Confessing what the heart has leased. Beneath the noise of clashing breath, Lie quiet oaths we starved to death, Now resurrected, fierce, uncouth, In bitter hymns that echo truth. What love embalmed in softened lies, Dispute exhumes and nullifies, For buried thoughts don’t rot away They bloom when fury leads the way. A quarrel is no random fire, It feeds on long-contained desire, Each insult, not a stray recruit, But evidence in sharp pursuit. So hear the chaos, read it deep, For rage reveals what calm will keep, And every clash, however brute, Still sings with truth in its dispute.

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You cannot turn back the sun once it has burned your skin, Nor call back the night to ask where it has been, What has been has spoken, not soft, not thin, But loud in consequence, deep within. You wear it in pauses before you trust, You carry it quietly because you must, In laughter that fades and settles to dust, In memories that return, uninvited, unjust. And what will be is already near, Like rain that falls without your fear, Like time that moves, steady and clear, Unmoved by doubt, untouched by tear. So why do you wrestle what will not fight, Why argue with days that ignore your might, Stand still and listen beyond your sight, Where truth arrives without invite. Do not doubt the truth in people’s confession, It rises unplanned, beyond suppression, Even denial leans on its own reflection, For life has no rewrite, only revelation.

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Mar 25

Mar 25, 2026 at 6:06 PM UTC

Take it as it (Rhymed Version)

You cannot turn back the sun once it has burned your skin, Nor call back the night to ask where it has been, What has been has spoken, not soft, not thin, But loud in consequence, deep within. You wear it in pauses before you trust, You carry it quietly because you must, In laughter that fades and settles to dust, In memories that return, uninvited, unjust. And what will be is already near, Like rain that falls without your fear, Like time that moves, steady and clear, Unmoved by doubt, untouched by tear. So why do you wrestle what will not fight, Why argue with days that ignore your might, Stand still and listen beyond your sight, Where truth arrives without invite. Do not doubt the truth in people’s confession, It rises unplanned, beyond suppression, Even denial leans on its own reflection, For life has no rewrite, only revelation.

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