#poetryofresilience - Hello Poetry

In the storm's cruel grip, Hope's colours unfurl boldly, Bright arcs pierce the gloom, Standing tall, we find solace, Rainbow glow, our beacon strong.

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Feb 20

Feb 20, 2026 at 8:38 AM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

Hope's Rainbow Glow

In the storm's cruel grip, Hope's colours unfurl boldly, Bright arcs pierce the gloom, Standing tall, we find solace, Rainbow glow, our beacon strong.

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I want a box for my heart – sometimes the chance to fight for love, most times to store it away from gaining more scars. Love is sometimes a joke — with an ugly punchline, still every day, you punch in for love, taking hits that time won’t clock out. You're either _boxing_ or _boxed in._

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Oct 24, 2025

Oct 24, 2025 at 11:48 AM UTC

OddOdysseyPoet

Boxing Lessons

I want a box for my heart – sometimes the chance to fight for love, most times to store it away from gaining more scars. Love is sometimes a joke — with an ugly punchline, still every day, you punch in for love, taking hits that time won’t clock out. You're either _boxing_ or _boxed in._

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my heart is under attack and i am hanging by a thread i try to cope, and now i choke on words i should regret i set my boundaries, and now i feel imaginary like an unfinished painting, the brush lays there just dripping reds and blues just looking for a different palette, a different hue, to give me a clue it’ll change for the best now my heart is under arrest and i know life is full of surprises and tests the sun will rise, and the clouds will lift i have to keep my spirits up open my eyes, and hope i won’t collapse— but rise instead under the stress

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Sep 27, 2025

Sep 27, 2025 at 9:25 AM UTC

joshua-phelps

you've got spirit, kid

my heart is under attack and i am hanging by a thread i try to cope, and now i choke on words i should regret i set my boundaries, and now i feel imaginary like an unfinished painting, the brush lays there just dripping reds and blues just looking for a different palette, a different hue, to give me a clue it’ll change for the best now my heart is under arrest and i know life is full of surprises and tests the sun will rise, and the clouds will lift i have to keep my spirits up open my eyes, and hope i won’t collapse— but rise instead under the stress

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They will never choose me. I’ve finally accepted that truth. Not because I am lacking, but because what I carry was never meant to fit inside their vision. They will never choose me, and yet, I will not wither. I will not beg. I will not keep knocking on a door that was never built to open for me. I once thought their yes mattered. I once thought their approval was the key. But I’ve learned that the only yes I need is the one I give to myself. So let them keep their silence. Let them keep their absence. Let them stay comfortable overlooking what they do not understand. Because I am no longer waiting. I am no longer hoping. I am no longer measuring my worth by their choice. One day, perhaps, they will see what they passed by. One day, they might wonder what it would have been like to stand beside me. But by then, I will be gone not bitter, not broken, but whole. Because the truth is simple: I was never meant to be chosen by them. I was always meant to be chosen by me.

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Sep 7, 2025

Sep 7, 2025 at 7:54 AM UTC

mcaizehi

They Will Never Choose You

They will never choose me. I’ve finally accepted that truth. Not because I am lacking, but because what I carry was never meant to fit inside their vision. They will never choose me, and yet, I will not wither. I will not beg. I will not keep knocking on a door that was never built to open for me. I once thought their yes mattered. I once thought their approval was the key. But I’ve learned that the only yes I need is the one I give to myself. So let them keep their silence. Let them keep their absence. Let them stay comfortable overlooking what they do not understand. Because I am no longer waiting. I am no longer hoping. I am no longer measuring my worth by their choice. One day, perhaps, they will see what they passed by. One day, they might wonder what it would have been like to stand beside me. But by then, I will be gone not bitter, not broken, but whole. Because the truth is simple: I was never meant to be chosen by them. I was always meant to be chosen by me.

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