#innergrowth - Hello Poetry

If you understand, you understand. Some lines may sound strange, but they hold deep meaning if you truly get them. "Don’t keep hopeless hopes in life." "People will always judge, but you are not here to live by their judgments." "Life is about being imperfectly perfect." "Using time for distractions is the most useless use." "Finding peace in silence and turning silent are two very different aspects." "Being emotionless is, in itself, an emotion." "Acting like nothing happened is often the biggest act of pretending." "Matter the things which matters to you!!"

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Apr 16

Apr 16, 2026 at 9:17 AM UTC

Arna_writes

Lines You Feel, Not Just Read

If you understand, you understand. Some lines may sound strange, but they hold deep meaning if you truly get them. "Don’t keep hopeless hopes in life." "People will always judge, but you are not here to live by their judgments." "Life is about being imperfectly perfect." "Using time for distractions is the most useless use." "Finding peace in silence and turning silent are two very different aspects." "Being emotionless is, in itself, an emotion." "Acting like nothing happened is often the biggest act of pretending." "Matter the things which matters to you!!"

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— a quiet awakening — … 🪶 … To know yourself… is not a destination— it’s a beginning the purest kind of wisdom not found in books not handed down but uncovered… layer by layer by layer until purpose stops being a question and starts being a path … 🪶 … And age— age is a story we tell ourselves because if I count my years— I grow old but if I count my friends— I stay young if I measure life in tears— it feels heavy but in smiles— suddenly I am rich … 🪶 … Dreams… don’t let them fade quietly don’t tuck them away like old photographs because a life without dreams— is a sky without wings and somewhere inside you there is still something waiting to fly … 🪶 … Understanding… see, knowing something is easy we collect facts like souvenirs but understanding— that asks for more it asks for patience for time for sitting with the why long after the answer should have been enough … 🪶 … Wisdom… it isn’t given it’s built from reflection from experience from imitation from watching failing trying again and yes— it passes through joy but it is forged… in life’s bitter edges … 🪶 … Because life— life is a stage and we step onto it without rehearsal no script in hand just instinct just hope just courage we forget our lines we stumble and still— those moments when we think no one is watching those are the moments we perform our truth … 🪶 … So have courage— not for the applause but for the act itself … 🪶 … And strength… it doesn’t come from winning it comes from falling from failure from lessons that don’t feel like lessons until much later and sometimes— one kind word spoken to a struggling mind is worth more than all the praise after success because encouragement that… that is where success first begins … 🪶 … know yourself… not perfectly not completely just honestly and the rest— will follow.

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Mar 22

Mar 22, 2026 at 6:39 AM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

To Know Yourself

— a quiet awakening — … 🪶 … To know yourself… is not a destination— it’s a beginning the purest kind of wisdom not found in books not handed down but uncovered… layer by layer by layer until purpose stops being a question and starts being a path … 🪶 … And age— age is a story we tell ourselves because if I count my years— I grow old but if I count my friends— I stay young if I measure life in tears— it feels heavy but in smiles— suddenly I am rich … 🪶 … Dreams… don’t let them fade quietly don’t tuck them away like old photographs because a life without dreams— is a sky without wings and somewhere inside you there is still something waiting to fly … 🪶 … Understanding… see, knowing something is easy we collect facts like souvenirs but understanding— that asks for more it asks for patience for time for sitting with the why long after the answer should have been enough … 🪶 … Wisdom… it isn’t given it’s built from reflection from experience from imitation from watching failing trying again and yes— it passes through joy but it is forged… in life’s bitter edges … 🪶 … Because life— life is a stage and we step onto it without rehearsal no script in hand just instinct just hope just courage we forget our lines we stumble and still— those moments when we think no one is watching those are the moments we perform our truth … 🪶 … So have courage— not for the applause but for the act itself … 🪶 … And strength… it doesn’t come from winning it comes from falling from failure from lessons that don’t feel like lessons until much later and sometimes— one kind word spoken to a struggling mind is worth more than all the praise after success because encouragement that… that is where success first begins … 🪶 … know yourself… not perfectly not completely just honestly and the rest— will follow.

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There’s a space I remember, between what I saw and what I was told. A room with no doors, only windows I couldn’t open. I learned to speak in half-truths, to nod when I didn’t understand, to carry the weight of voices that weren’t mine. Time passed like dust in sunlight— soft, blinding, impossible to hold. And yet I moved through it, learning that even when the air is heavy, a breath is still a victory. Somewhere in that room, I left pieces of myself, tiny fragments of courage waiting to be found again.

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Mar 9

Mar 9, 2026 at 3:21 PM UTC

Anonymous_Flame

The Room Between

There’s a space I remember, between what I saw and what I was told. A room with no doors, only windows I couldn’t open. I learned to speak in half-truths, to nod when I didn’t understand, to carry the weight of voices that weren’t mine. Time passed like dust in sunlight— soft, blinding, impossible to hold. And yet I moved through it, learning that even when the air is heavy, a breath is still a victory. Somewhere in that room, I left pieces of myself, tiny fragments of courage waiting to be found again.

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"Hold up the mirror of self-acceptance. See your flaws and imperfections not as blemishes, but as the unique strokes of art that make you, you."

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Feb 13

Feb 13, 2026 at 8:49 AM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

The Mirror of Self-Acceptance

"Hold up the mirror of self-acceptance. See your flaws and imperfections not as blemishes, but as the unique strokes of art that make you, you."

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LIFE’S JOURNEY "Childhood" A canvas bright Dreams painted in laughter Innocence dances freely Time shifts "Adolescence" A bridge of change Questions painted in doubt Finding paths through twisting roads I explore "Growth spurts" Seasons unfold Roots deepen, branches stretch Lessons learned through joy and tears I become "Maturity" With each step, truth Carved by trials and trust Wisdom blooms, a guiding light I am whole "Journeys" Miles and moments Footprints etched in time's sand Memories wrapped like warm blankets I remember "Dreams awaken" Voices call my name Horizon beckons softly Chasing stars with hopeful visions I will soar "Transitions" Shadows and suns Life’s compass turns and bends Navigating heartbeats, fears I am here "Reflections" Mirrors reveal Stories woven in lines Each wrinkle a chapter, each smile I embrace "Connections" Threads of friendship Stitching hearts into one A journey of shared moments We are strong "Legacy" Seeds of wisdom Planted in the young souls Growing roots that touch the heavens We will rise

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Feb 7

Feb 7, 2026 at 4:36 AM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

Cinquain - Themed on Growth

LIFE’S JOURNEY "Childhood" A canvas bright Dreams painted in laughter Innocence dances freely Time shifts "Adolescence" A bridge of change Questions painted in doubt Finding paths through twisting roads I explore "Growth spurts" Seasons unfold Roots deepen, branches stretch Lessons learned through joy and tears I become "Maturity" With each step, truth Carved by trials and trust Wisdom blooms, a guiding light I am whole "Journeys" Miles and moments Footprints etched in time's sand Memories wrapped like warm blankets I remember "Dreams awaken" Voices call my name Horizon beckons softly Chasing stars with hopeful visions I will soar "Transitions" Shadows and suns Life’s compass turns and bends Navigating heartbeats, fears I am here "Reflections" Mirrors reveal Stories woven in lines Each wrinkle a chapter, each smile I embrace "Connections" Threads of friendship Stitching hearts into one A journey of shared moments We are strong "Legacy" Seeds of wisdom Planted in the young souls Growing roots that touch the heavens We will rise

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As the blossoms would cherish a pretty smile — I keep offering the softest parts of me, hoping someone will notice the bloom, not the trembling stem beneath it. I start plucking away the petals of myself; turning my own hands into the gardeners who decide which version of me should survive. And every time I pull a part of me off, I whisper a blessing and a burial — change this, hide that, soften here, don’t show too much there. It’s strange how becoming better can feel so much like becoming less. I stand in the mirror repeating the ritual: “I love this version… I love not this version of me.” Both truths hold me, both truths undo me. Some days I bloom. Other days I collect the petals I’ve torn off and try to remember what I looked like before I started editing myself into someone else’s _favourite flower._

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Nov 25, 2025

Nov 25, 2025 at 4:00 PM UTC

OddOdysseyPoet

Not Your Favourite Flower

As the blossoms would cherish a pretty smile — I keep offering the softest parts of me, hoping someone will notice the bloom, not the trembling stem beneath it. I start plucking away the petals of myself; turning my own hands into the gardeners who decide which version of me should survive. And every time I pull a part of me off, I whisper a blessing and a burial — change this, hide that, soften here, don’t show too much there. It’s strange how becoming better can feel so much like becoming less. I stand in the mirror repeating the ritual: “I love this version… I love not this version of me.” Both truths hold me, both truths undo me. Some days I bloom. Other days I collect the petals I’ve torn off and try to remember what I looked like before I started editing myself into someone else’s _favourite flower._

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Attachments = Self- detachments. Attachments feel warm at first, but they quietly detach us from ourselves. In every bond lives the lesson of letting go.

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Oct 11, 2025

Oct 11, 2025 at 8:12 AM UTC

Arna_writes

The Paradox of Attachment

Attachments = Self- detachments. Attachments feel warm at first, but they quietly detach us from ourselves. In every bond lives the lesson of letting go.

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