"strenghts" poems - Hello Poetry

this morning when I opened my eyes the light was breathing the window had a pulse as if I was a body with unmystified senses as if I could see deeper in everything that surrounds me perhaps a remembrance of how difficult it was for me to be in the world with an immense sensitivity to the slightest movement of life around me, how wondeful to attune to the wind, the leaves, the cacophony of beautiful words and deeds, the harmony in the blinking of strangers, the sway of steps on the streets, the collapse of the waveforms of dreams that we called reality how hard to have a mind that might understand eventually that truth is complicated or not for every creature on the walks of life. my essence is vulnerability my strenghts is my weakness for my foolishness there is no cure don't have to look in the mirror to recognize my human face, your human face, their faces late in the night when I close my eyes I see only people, the beauty of the world, the cosmos created through pain, how the morning of the day I was born was there, and everything was already breathing before me and everything will be still spinning its mystery when this excess of life will rob a last breath from me. I know I will be watching the breath of light, how everything gets illuminated when the time is ripe

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Mar 28, 2023

Mar 28, 2023 at 12:37 AM UTC

irinia

morning breath

this morning when I opened my eyes the light was breathing the window had a pulse as if I was a body with unmystified senses as if I could see deeper in everything that surrounds me perhaps a remembrance of how difficult it was for me to be in the world with an immense sensitivity to the slightest movement of life around me, how wondeful to attune to the wind, the leaves, the cacophony of beautiful words and deeds, the harmony in the blinking of strangers, the sway of steps on the streets, the collapse of the waveforms of dreams that we called reality how hard to have a mind that might understand eventually that truth is complicated or not for every creature on the walks of life. my essence is vulnerability my strenghts is my weakness for my foolishness there is no cure don't have to look in the mirror to recognize my human face, your human face, their faces late in the night when I close my eyes I see only people, the beauty of the world, the cosmos created through pain, how the morning of the day I was born was there, and everything was already breathing before me and everything will be still spinning its mystery when this excess of life will rob a last breath from me. I know I will be watching the breath of light, how everything gets illuminated when the time is ripe

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I pray for knowledge, understanding and wisdom to answer each question And in case of doubt and uncertainty, please clear my mind and bring back my self confidence I also pray that you keep me in good shape, give me strength not only in physical but also in mental, emotional and spiritual aspects Guide me on my way to the exam place watch over me all through out the exam days and sent your angels to calm me May I overcome the fear of failure and help me dwell on my strenghts instead of my weaknesses and lackness I pray for everyone who will also take the exams, may we not take this as a competition, bless us with perseverance and humility Almighty Father, please hold my hand and sit beside me I know I did my best, please do the rest and let your will be done

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Sep 29, 2016

Sep 29, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC

fallen-one

Prayer before the exam..

I pray for knowledge, understanding and wisdom to answer each question And in case of doubt and uncertainty, please clear my mind and bring back my self confidence I also pray that you keep me in good shape, give me strength not only in physical but also in mental, emotional and spiritual aspects Guide me on my way to the exam place watch over me all through out the exam days and sent your angels to calm me May I overcome the fear of failure and help me dwell on my strenghts instead of my weaknesses and lackness I pray for everyone who will also take the exams, may we not take this as a competition, bless us with perseverance and humility Almighty Father, please hold my hand and sit beside me I know I did my best, please do the rest and let your will be done

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That happens in secret Its halo of the unknown, Always unexpected, But deeply rooted, In its perfect time, Enlightened by its own, As a new step, Beyond your strenghts, To lead yourself.

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May 5, 2016

May 5, 2016 at 6:04 AM UTC

laurent

Courage

That happens in secret Its halo of the unknown, Always unexpected, But deeply rooted, In its perfect time, Enlightened by its own, As a new step, Beyond your strenghts, To lead yourself.

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Black, blue and white Like watching the ocean, the moon, the clouds, the starlight At peace , there's a calm , there's still, the night Yet below the deep , the bellows roar, there's war, a fight. Red, white and black There's passion standing amongst your brothers, people you know have got your back We stand hand in hand, we focus on our strenghts and not what we lack We march forward with no thoughts of going back into the ocean, into the war Purple, red and gold We see the king, we hear the trumpet, we hear the saints sing the songs of old We do not lose focus, we don't waiver, we do not shiver in the nights of cold We do not waste thoughts on any precious sentiments, We pull our swords, we stand bold.

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Aug 8, 2016

Aug 8, 2016 at 11:47 PM UTC

thecalmeststorm

War on the shore

Black, blue and white Like watching the ocean, the moon, the clouds, the starlight At peace , there's a calm , there's still, the night Yet below the deep , the bellows roar, there's war, a fight. Red, white and black There's passion standing amongst your brothers, people you know have got your back We stand hand in hand, we focus on our strenghts and not what we lack We march forward with no thoughts of going back into the ocean, into the war Purple, red and gold We see the king, we hear the trumpet, we hear the saints sing the songs of old We do not lose focus, we don't waiver, we do not shiver in the nights of cold We do not waste thoughts on any precious sentiments, We pull our swords, we stand bold.

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*and i smiled into my father’s face and eyes when i wrote this, and he set off to work and i set off to bed to sleep off having fed the hangover to appear by noon of what i thought to be the next day... :) indeed i did feel lazy being a poet and not being a journalist. and i know the dead poets' society still lives on! it still lives on! even though he was an actor, the dead poets' society still lives on! but i still have my father's strength at 6am as a roofer than the weakness of a poet at 6am in wish to be a roofer - most of the agonies of man are explained by the strenghts / “apathies” of animals... who share none of our sensible inquests of the new arrival proclaimed as lord of mannor but the corner stone / messiah of our turnip pyramid constructed by eager termites... we have none of such composure between mammal and lizard... we then in pretence rule animal with man’s fake prosthetic heart as heart of hierarchy and as above? when with as an above no above we dare believe in, surely?! of what heart does serve and of what heart could serve, only the sensual it does, serve, and no other in the realm of the heart’s intent to think exchange heart for mind and allow mind the feeling enclosure of not thinking. what then? i mind my poetry is weakened such and such takes of what could never be mistook: but you know how a masculine profession was mistook for a feminine one? it only took a mother and a builder to say they differed: the builder’s mother said the hammer in sense, while the mother’s sunday am simply said, the nails frequent the builder’s hammer less than my son’s tears my husband’s eyes, even thought that thety do.... as i too wish robin williams was my english teacher... but... really... wasn’t #hatealcoholicsmuk - but then i heard soulfly's tribe: your tribe our tribe! your life our life! your god our god! your tribe our tribe! amazon mea culpa mea crux mea ego!* it’s a shame most of our lives are lived only to anticipate a said impromptu: mr. johnny mayfair.. king’s cross the doors are parting hence you depart; and so much of life was, missing the mongol tribe that would have replaced flatmoor st. and would have done so with a good intention and a happy face of he who was a member of... the mongol tribe... rather than the boredom of flatmoor st. making it worth a wrinkle to age to 80 and only remember life as having played chess.

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Dec 3, 2015

Dec 3, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

mongol maxim expanded at 6am

*and i smiled into my father’s face and eyes when i wrote this, and he set off to work and i set off to bed to sleep off having fed the hangover to appear by noon of what i thought to be the next day... :) indeed i did feel lazy being a poet and not being a journalist. and i know the dead poets' society still lives on! it still lives on! even though he was an actor, the dead poets' society still lives on! but i still have my father's strength at 6am as a roofer than the weakness of a poet at 6am in wish to be a roofer - most of the agonies of man are explained by the strenghts / “apathies” of animals... who share none of our sensible inquests of the new arrival proclaimed as lord of mannor but the corner stone / messiah of our turnip pyramid constructed by eager termites... we have none of such composure between mammal and lizard... we then in pretence rule animal with man’s fake prosthetic heart as heart of hierarchy and as above? when with as an above no above we dare believe in, surely?! of what heart does serve and of what heart could serve, only the sensual it does, serve, and no other in the realm of the heart’s intent to think exchange heart for mind and allow mind the feeling enclosure of not thinking. what then? i mind my poetry is weakened such and such takes of what could never be mistook: but you know how a masculine profession was mistook for a feminine one? it only took a mother and a builder to say they differed: the builder’s mother said the hammer in sense, while the mother’s sunday am simply said, the nails frequent the builder’s hammer less than my son’s tears my husband’s eyes, even thought that thety do.... as i too wish robin williams was my english teacher... but... really... wasn’t #hatealcoholicsmuk - but then i heard soulfly's tribe: your tribe our tribe! your life our life! your god our god! your tribe our tribe! amazon mea culpa mea crux mea ego!* it’s a shame most of our lives are lived only to anticipate a said impromptu: mr. johnny mayfair.. king’s cross the doors are parting hence you depart; and so much of life was, missing the mongol tribe that would have replaced flatmoor st. and would have done so with a good intention and a happy face of he who was a member of... the mongol tribe... rather than the boredom of flatmoor st. making it worth a wrinkle to age to 80 and only remember life as having played chess.

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the thought of another human falling wholeheartedly in love with me is absolutely terrifying because that would mean they would accept me, all of me all of my beliefs, and faults, and strenghts, and weaknesses me as a being and as a whole they would see and look at and accept and yet throughout all of that they would still love me the concept of that i will never be able to accept because there is a lot of me there is a lot of personality, and thought, and being that goes into being me i'm a human and i'm a mess majority of the time so why would someone look at me and talk to me and thinks "wow, i absolutely love her" and what makes it terrifying most to me is that this human would first have to see the true me the rough, over thinking, exhausted, emotionally inept me they will see every inch of my soul and my existence and they will see that not everything is exactly as i present it and that is what is most shocking about it to know that someone i absolutely adore does the same to me throughout everything that i am they still love me and accept me

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Dec 10, 2017

Dec 10, 2017 at 1:22 AM UTC

thatbutterflygirl

to love and to be loved

the thought of another human falling wholeheartedly in love with me is absolutely terrifying because that would mean they would accept me, all of me all of my beliefs, and faults, and strenghts, and weaknesses me as a being and as a whole they would see and look at and accept and yet throughout all of that they would still love me the concept of that i will never be able to accept because there is a lot of me there is a lot of personality, and thought, and being that goes into being me i'm a human and i'm a mess majority of the time so why would someone look at me and talk to me and thinks "wow, i absolutely love her" and what makes it terrifying most to me is that this human would first have to see the true me the rough, over thinking, exhausted, emotionally inept me they will see every inch of my soul and my existence and they will see that not everything is exactly as i present it and that is what is most shocking about it to know that someone i absolutely adore does the same to me throughout everything that i am they still love me and accept me

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give applause to the blind judge, hats off to the deaf law nobody remembers right from wrong oops brain glitch, not permanent or is it has it all become a conspiracy or should i go back and study psychology i used respect as money, earned some bad habits and honey, Got time and some std's Dont forget it,yeah i dont regret it thats why i said it lost control,sold my soul, for what ? popularity, clarity,insanity? SO THEY SAY I like to call it Love Is this a spell or, is Love just a butterfly floating beautifully in hell Brother and mother,wife and children, strenghts and weakness' we all fulfill them Head up here's a moto quitters never win and winners never quit wait why am i sparying this nobody is listening lol

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May 29, 2014

May 29, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC

christopher-lafleur

Luck

give applause to the blind judge, hats off to the deaf law nobody remembers right from wrong oops brain glitch, not permanent or is it has it all become a conspiracy or should i go back and study psychology i used respect as money, earned some bad habits and honey, Got time and some std's Dont forget it,yeah i dont regret it thats why i said it lost control,sold my soul, for what ? popularity, clarity,insanity? SO THEY SAY I like to call it Love Is this a spell or, is Love just a butterfly floating beautifully in hell Brother and mother,wife and children, strenghts and weakness' we all fulfill them Head up here's a moto quitters never win and winners never quit wait why am i sparying this nobody is listening lol

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Give up or build up your strenghts. Do planks and set ups also push ups. Is it best too work out longer or shorter? Shorter at intense, range will yeild epic results. These are your planes work out 53 days. Each day do 29 push ups 55 sets ups 300 pull ups. Remix take protein supplements for hard core help. Drink water only devotion is key in your resume. Only thang's too focuse on are as follows. Strenght and power calm and control your breaths. Work out 3 to 4 mins use stop watch. As your body, will change rapidly am a body developer skilled, at development and production of hulks.

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Mar 30, 2017

Mar 30, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC

timothy-hill

Iron days

Give up or build up your strenghts. Do planks and set ups also push ups. Is it best too work out longer or shorter? Shorter at intense, range will yeild epic results. These are your planes work out 53 days. Each day do 29 push ups 55 sets ups 300 pull ups. Remix take protein supplements for hard core help. Drink water only devotion is key in your resume. Only thang's too focuse on are as follows. Strenght and power calm and control your breaths. Work out 3 to 4 mins use stop watch. As your body, will change rapidly am a body developer skilled, at development and production of hulks.

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I have to admit, I want you, I want you so bad, I want your positive energy You´re strenghts, Your kindness, Your selflessness, Your ambition, Your passion, I want to look into your blue eyes, Hold onto your strong arms, I´ve never been so sure about wanting something, Do you feel the same way, Do you want me like I want you, I have to know..

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Feb 26, 2020

Feb 26, 2020 at 6:32 PM UTC

Tarainspire

I have to

I have to admit, I want you, I want you so bad, I want your positive energy You´re strenghts, Your kindness, Your selflessness, Your ambition, Your passion, I want to look into your blue eyes, Hold onto your strong arms, I´ve never been so sure about wanting something, Do you feel the same way, Do you want me like I want you, I have to know..

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Do not falter before midnight Because absolutely I need you, warm and close Because I need from your open empire Do not falter before midnight Refrain from any aversion or madness Don't touch yourself even to comb your hair Stay unique, curious and pure Please, do not give up Because I feel abandoned and forgotten I need from the light of your cave that shelters me from the cold I only ask for protection and warmth Because I wander in this cold winter all alone as a lost lover far from home Please, do not falter before midnight before I could get to you tonight It would be unfit if I find you broken and with all your gates covered Or worse; occupied or blocked Because then I would die from cold So take my strenghts and will to go on And please do not give up Do not falter before midnight because I need you more than ever in this cold winter were I am lost Do not falter before midnight

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Feb 24, 2018

Feb 24, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC

NonFunctionalAuthor

Do not falter before midnight

Do not falter before midnight Because absolutely I need you, warm and close Because I need from your open empire Do not falter before midnight Refrain from any aversion or madness Don't touch yourself even to comb your hair Stay unique, curious and pure Please, do not give up Because I feel abandoned and forgotten I need from the light of your cave that shelters me from the cold I only ask for protection and warmth Because I wander in this cold winter all alone as a lost lover far from home Please, do not falter before midnight before I could get to you tonight It would be unfit if I find you broken and with all your gates covered Or worse; occupied or blocked Because then I would die from cold So take my strenghts and will to go on And please do not give up Do not falter before midnight because I need you more than ever in this cold winter were I am lost Do not falter before midnight

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My worst fear is not to have any fears... For without fear... I would have no courage... Courage is what keeps me going... Is the force behind my strenghts... And what helps me overcome my weaknesses... We are humans... We must value our strenghts... And we must understand our weaknesses... Have no fear... You can overcome any fears... For there is no fear that can subdue your spirit...

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Jul 2, 2023

Jul 2, 2023 at 8:52 PM UTC

a-poet-in-paradise

Fears

My worst fear is not to have any fears... For without fear... I would have no courage... Courage is what keeps me going... Is the force behind my strenghts... And what helps me overcome my weaknesses... We are humans... We must value our strenghts... And we must understand our weaknesses... Have no fear... You can overcome any fears... For there is no fear that can subdue your spirit...

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I can hide my emotions of you I can makes everything seems so fine I can be generously happy in public But, also i can saw every invisible bleed Of mine from the cut you've slained me. Afterall, what i can say is i hope you live well. I hope you got new better lover I hope you find new better me I hope she treat you right So I can see you smiling beautifully. And I hope I can have my strenghts to bare every aches you got me into.

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Oct 15, 2016

Oct 15, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC

katheen-winarta

I can

I can hide my emotions of you I can makes everything seems so fine I can be generously happy in public But, also i can saw every invisible bleed Of mine from the cut you've slained me. Afterall, what i can say is i hope you live well. I hope you got new better lover I hope you find new better me I hope she treat you right So I can see you smiling beautifully. And I hope I can have my strenghts to bare every aches you got me into.

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for quite some time now i have been wondering how great men would think, plan and excute things. what i should've been focusing on is his character. The battles he fights regularly his emotional strenghts his weaknesses. for he faces them everyday, until the day that his physical body ceases to exists yet he still remains. what makes him strong? though he knows that he is still weak? though he knows that some of his decisions were fatal, to say the least... what makes him strong enough to face tomorrow? or to face his friends and smile? what makes him push forward when everything around him: his friends, relatives, situation is running the other way... what makes him walk an extra step? though his kness could've given up 1000 meters ago? what makes him tick? is it his pure will and guts and instinct? or maybe, just maybe he has gotten used to this battle... that his body is moving involuntarily, to do what is right in the eyes of God so what makes him tick? when he is down, and his heart is frail... what makes him smile? surely it isnt a fake one though crying would have been the easier option... and quitting could have been the easier way out. how much passion does he have? so that he could withstand the coldness of every grim ... of being alone in his decisions... what intensifies him? is it the goal? what makes a man? so that he could be strong willed enough to make sacrifes again and again and again that though the earth beneath him is shaking, he still stands firm so what makes a man... to become a rightful inheritor of this gift... which is called "calling"? i know, i will not age and lose my eyesight before i see... truly see... and understand what makes a man.

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Jul 9, 2016

Jul 9, 2016 at 4:05 AM UTC

chris-balase

what makes a man?

for quite some time now i have been wondering how great men would think, plan and excute things. what i should've been focusing on is his character. The battles he fights regularly his emotional strenghts his weaknesses. for he faces them everyday, until the day that his physical body ceases to exists yet he still remains. what makes him strong? though he knows that he is still weak? though he knows that some of his decisions were fatal, to say the least... what makes him strong enough to face tomorrow? or to face his friends and smile? what makes him push forward when everything around him: his friends, relatives, situation is running the other way... what makes him walk an extra step? though his kness could've given up 1000 meters ago? what makes him tick? is it his pure will and guts and instinct? or maybe, just maybe he has gotten used to this battle... that his body is moving involuntarily, to do what is right in the eyes of God so what makes him tick? when he is down, and his heart is frail... what makes him smile? surely it isnt a fake one though crying would have been the easier option... and quitting could have been the easier way out. how much passion does he have? so that he could withstand the coldness of every grim ... of being alone in his decisions... what intensifies him? is it the goal? what makes a man? so that he could be strong willed enough to make sacrifes again and again and again that though the earth beneath him is shaking, he still stands firm so what makes a man... to become a rightful inheritor of this gift... which is called "calling"? i know, i will not age and lose my eyesight before i see... truly see... and understand what makes a man.

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