#stillstanding - Hello Poetry

I see the truth they tried to erase, screens full of whispers, shadows of control. But I knew. I always knew. I fought in silence, kept myself alive when the world wanted me gone. A small hand pulled me back from the edge, a second chance, my reason to stay. I grieve. I miss. I ache. But I refuse to lose. Love cannot be taken. Being a mother cannot be erased. I gather my truth like armour, walk into the battle with fire in my heart, unbreakable, deliberate, relentless. I fight for what belongs with me.

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Feb 9

Feb 9, 2026 at 9:20 AM UTC

Anonymous_Flame

Evidence of My Heart (Short Version)

I see the truth they tried to erase, screens full of whispers, shadows of control. But I knew. I always knew. I fought in silence, kept myself alive when the world wanted me gone. A small hand pulled me back from the edge, a second chance, my reason to stay. I grieve. I miss. I ache. But I refuse to lose. Love cannot be taken. Being a mother cannot be erased. I gather my truth like armour, walk into the battle with fire in my heart, unbreakable, deliberate, relentless. I fight for what belongs with me.

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I moved because my heart whispered, quietly, without fanfare. I stepped into work I never imagined, to see how far my care could stretch - to see how deep I could fall for what I felt. I pulled a friend into my quiet storm, believing effort could bend fate. But life hit harder than I expected - an accident, a debt, a bruise, a weight too heavy to carry alone. I called you that day, not for anything, only to hear a voice that felt like a small refuge. You responded as you naturally would, unaware of the storms pressing down on me. Not coldness, not anger -just normal, because you didn’t know the depth of what I carried. I promised to call again, to give, but circumstances held me hostage. Not from weakness, not from a lack of will - but from life itself, testing how much a heart could endure. Through all of it, I learned my limits, and the depth of what I could feel for you. Every risk I took, every storm I braved, was measured, deliberate - not for glory, not from desperation, but to see how far my heart could fall and still stand. Even in chaos, a strange sweetness remained: the fire of trying for you, burning bright even What remains isn’t regret - just a calm, tired glow, an unfinished energy I still carry. Proof that some feelings stay pure even when the world doesn’t go our way. If you ever wonder what happened, just know this: I stepped forward sincerely, fell honestly, and stood up with the same heart - still warm, still real, just a little wiser than before!!!!! WORK FROM :: To Her Who Already Knows!!!

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Feb 6

Feb 6, 2026 at 1:21 AM UTC

to-her-who-already-knows

How Far a Heart Can Go!!!!!

I moved because my heart whispered, quietly, without fanfare. I stepped into work I never imagined, to see how far my care could stretch - to see how deep I could fall for what I felt. I pulled a friend into my quiet storm, believing effort could bend fate. But life hit harder than I expected - an accident, a debt, a bruise, a weight too heavy to carry alone. I called you that day, not for anything, only to hear a voice that felt like a small refuge. You responded as you naturally would, unaware of the storms pressing down on me. Not coldness, not anger -just normal, because you didn’t know the depth of what I carried. I promised to call again, to give, but circumstances held me hostage. Not from weakness, not from a lack of will - but from life itself, testing how much a heart could endure. Through all of it, I learned my limits, and the depth of what I could feel for you. Every risk I took, every storm I braved, was measured, deliberate - not for glory, not from desperation, but to see how far my heart could fall and still stand. Even in chaos, a strange sweetness remained: the fire of trying for you, burning bright even What remains isn’t regret - just a calm, tired glow, an unfinished energy I still carry. Proof that some feelings stay pure even when the world doesn’t go our way. If you ever wonder what happened, just know this: I stepped forward sincerely, fell honestly, and stood up with the same heart - still warm, still real, just a little wiser than before!!!!! WORK FROM :: To Her Who Already Knows!!!

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I learned to walk with weight on my chest, Dreams folded small so duty could fit. I smiled when needed, stayed quiet when loud, And carried a storm that I wouldn’t admit. I loved without counting the cost at first, Gave warmth even when the time was thin. Some hands stayed close, others slipped away, But love still left its mark within. I don’t regret the feelings I felt, They taught my heart how deep it could go. Not every love is meant to stay— Some just remind you you’re alive, you know. I loved where there was no empty space, Not because my heart was unsure. But wanting alone couldn’t build a future, Or a promise that would endure. Time kept moving, it never asked If my heart was ready or my hands were free. So I chose the work, the skill, the grind, The slow becoming of who I must be. I don’t hate love, I don’t fear it now, I just know seasons don’t align. Some love waits, some love passes through, None of it wasted, none of it mine. I’ve fallen before, I’ve risen again, Burned down to focus, rebuilt with will. Maybe joy comes quiet, maybe love returns, But my purpose never stood still. So let this end without bitterness, No closed fists, no borrowed pain. I walk forward with an open heart, Through the sun and the driving rain. If love finds me, I’ll meet it whole. If not, I’ll still arrive complete. Because I didn’t lose myself loving or trying— I’m still standing, steady on my feet.

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Jan 14

Jan 14, 2026 at 2:45 PM UTC

AmlanChakraborty

Still Standing (with love)

I learned to walk with weight on my chest, Dreams folded small so duty could fit. I smiled when needed, stayed quiet when loud, And carried a storm that I wouldn’t admit. I loved without counting the cost at first, Gave warmth even when the time was thin. Some hands stayed close, others slipped away, But love still left its mark within. I don’t regret the feelings I felt, They taught my heart how deep it could go. Not every love is meant to stay— Some just remind you you’re alive, you know. I loved where there was no empty space, Not because my heart was unsure. But wanting alone couldn’t build a future, Or a promise that would endure. Time kept moving, it never asked If my heart was ready or my hands were free. So I chose the work, the skill, the grind, The slow becoming of who I must be. I don’t hate love, I don’t fear it now, I just know seasons don’t align. Some love waits, some love passes through, None of it wasted, none of it mine. I’ve fallen before, I’ve risen again, Burned down to focus, rebuilt with will. Maybe joy comes quiet, maybe love returns, But my purpose never stood still. So let this end without bitterness, No closed fists, no borrowed pain. I walk forward with an open heart, Through the sun and the driving rain. If love finds me, I’ll meet it whole. If not, I’ll still arrive complete. Because I didn’t lose myself loving or trying— I’m still standing, steady on my feet.

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it’s a bad, bad world. the world's on fire — and i'm just livin' in it. don’t tell me it's alright, don't tell me it'll be fine. because when the fire winds down, all that's left is smoke — truths and regrets. the world feels heavy, and i wish this wasn’t testing me. (is it over yet?) all i want, and all i need, is to find my center again — and not let this get the best of me. because being pulled down by the weight of the world is somewhere i don’t want to end up again.

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Aug 8, 2025

Aug 8, 2025 at 12:57 AM UTC

joshua-phelps

when the fire winds down

it’s a bad, bad world. the world's on fire — and i'm just livin' in it. don’t tell me it's alright, don't tell me it'll be fine. because when the fire winds down, all that's left is smoke — truths and regrets. the world feels heavy, and i wish this wasn’t testing me. (is it over yet?) all i want, and all i need, is to find my center again — and not let this get the best of me. because being pulled down by the weight of the world is somewhere i don’t want to end up again.

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so, I decided to challenge myself and write a poem that included the titles of 20 of my favorite songs. and I did it. this might be one of my favorites. see if you can find all the titles. check it out I thought I’d have to go to another world to find somewhere I belong. I felt powerless. Alone. A broken man in a carnival of rust. My friends always tried to make me feel wanted by saying “someone’s gonna light you up.” But I always felt like the only thing people saw were my imperfections. They wouldn’t have tried so hard to break me if they saw how good of a person I tried to be, right? Or is it the opposite? They didn’t want one more light in a world that was already so dark? Well, they almost won. I almost tried to see heaven. But I’m still standing. I don’t know if it’s because I’m a simple man or because I decided to stand in the light, but I was given a second chance. Now, I don’t worry about a thing. Because what I’ve got is all I’ve ever wanted. Every time I look in her angel eyes, little by little, the black of my iris gets lighter. And now that I can see how beautiful life can be, I’m not afraid to follow you wherever you will go. I’m forever yours…faithfully.

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May 28, 2021

May 28, 2021 at 11:18 AM UTC

zackripley

I'm still standing

so, I decided to challenge myself and write a poem that included the titles of 20 of my favorite songs. and I did it. this might be one of my favorites. see if you can find all the titles. check it out I thought I’d have to go to another world to find somewhere I belong. I felt powerless. Alone. A broken man in a carnival of rust. My friends always tried to make me feel wanted by saying “someone’s gonna light you up.” But I always felt like the only thing people saw were my imperfections. They wouldn’t have tried so hard to break me if they saw how good of a person I tried to be, right? Or is it the opposite? They didn’t want one more light in a world that was already so dark? Well, they almost won. I almost tried to see heaven. But I’m still standing. I don’t know if it’s because I’m a simple man or because I decided to stand in the light, but I was given a second chance. Now, I don’t worry about a thing. Because what I’ve got is all I’ve ever wanted. Every time I look in her angel eyes, little by little, the black of my iris gets lighter. And now that I can see how beautiful life can be, I’m not afraid to follow you wherever you will go. I’m forever yours…faithfully.

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by the sea i saw her there, lost on another voyage; i hope she finds her way home floating on the notes between the bars of the road bopping along a scale frozen in time until the asphalt weakens under the sun and rain and snow; washout roads lead to washed out souls but conditions have never been better. i was saved by a martyr self bundled in boxes and shipped off to my sister — my keeper; rescued by captain fantastic, sleeping with myself, saved in time tonight and every night and winding it down like the brown dirt cowboy you always knew i could be. those songs came over the waves sailing through my musical bones, electrified; neurotransmitters like piano keys jazzing up a well-strummed soul, fingers plucking heart strings without resistance, and i am at the mercy of music you’ve made - that mesmerizing melody in the inflection of your voice and the movement of your body against mine; rhythm. don’t **** this song and dance when the curtains just opened let this harmony take us home and resonate.

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Dec 4, 2019

Dec 4, 2019 at 3:32 PM UTC

Afrotastic27

fantastic strikes back

by the sea i saw her there, lost on another voyage; i hope she finds her way home floating on the notes between the bars of the road bopping along a scale frozen in time until the asphalt weakens under the sun and rain and snow; washout roads lead to washed out souls but conditions have never been better. i was saved by a martyr self bundled in boxes and shipped off to my sister — my keeper; rescued by captain fantastic, sleeping with myself, saved in time tonight and every night and winding it down like the brown dirt cowboy you always knew i could be. those songs came over the waves sailing through my musical bones, electrified; neurotransmitters like piano keys jazzing up a well-strummed soul, fingers plucking heart strings without resistance, and i am at the mercy of music you’ve made - that mesmerizing melody in the inflection of your voice and the movement of your body against mine; rhythm. don’t **** this song and dance when the curtains just opened let this harmony take us home and resonate.

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