Those times I would write poems and submit for publications,they were all rejected, but now i have found my thing  And I am living a Superstar lifestyle , my name buzzing everywhere. Poems that have been rejected are the ones now trending

Thank you HP family for making me a better poet. Many love to you all. To all who comment, love, like my poems you are the real Superstars

Days run so fast.
Just yesterday,l was 10
And today ,l'm 15
And tomorrow, l will be 20
And maybe 40.
Hope l make it to 100
And tell stories to my grand
kids
About the walls l had to break
to survive
Some to make them smile
Others will be sad ones
And maybe they will cry
But in the end,each struggle
will be worth it.

I didn't give up and I never will give up,
Life has been throwing stones at me all my life,
Them stones don't do nothing but bounce off me,
The tests we are faced either make us or break us,
Choice your own fate,
Don't allow anyone else to choose your fate,
The struggles will always be there,
You can overcome the struggle,
You can weather the storm,
Make sure you bring your umbrella.

First it starts to sprinkle,
Then it begins to drizzle,
Shortly after it begins to rain,
After that it begins to storm,
There's nothing that can stop this storm except you.

what you see is not always what you get,
like a tiger scared by a house cat.
we sometimes forget
that appearances can be deceiving
just like we’re trained to master the act of concealing
the emotions that don’t serve our audience
in a zoo they all want
to see a tiger at its finest performance
no one knows the struggles of the tiger
since no eye sees behind the curtain where life seems to be a little harsher.

In the crowd, I feel alone.
The eyes looking at me -
They pierce through to my bone.
In them looks, I see their raw thoughts.

In the crowd, I feel alone.
The hands that reach for me -
No longer do I trust. For every time
I reached out, they were but a mere mirage.

In the crowd, I feel alone.
The words they say -
Their praises bounce off like raindrops on a gamp
Yet their criticisms - they stink me like a bee.

In the crowd, I feel alone.
Each time, a battle of them v/s Me-
I feel their weapons; I feel my adrenaline rush
Yet I am the only one on the battle field.
The battle rages on somewhere within me.