21. Strong Women
We are soft and feminine,
Pretty and stylish,
We are strong in heart,
We keep going on and on,
We are soft and feminine,
Pretty and stylish,
We are strong in heart,
We keep going on and on,
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There's this girl.
She never gives up on you.
She loves everyone the same,
This hit me hard. I always try to make others happy, I'll smile, I'll listen, I'll make sure that they know they're loved. When it comes to myself, though, I never let anyone see how deep...
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I used to be that girl,
The one who hid in the shadows,
The one who hid her face from others,
The one who drowned in her tears.
I had a similar childhood in which many rejected my company. As I grew up, I identified my skills and I could draw the attention of others. My teachers were helpful in this regard. I feel...
People want me to be different,
not the way I want to be,
People want me to be different,
In each of us,
There's a sun
That shines
And lights the gloomy day away.
This poem is so beautiful! So full of truth and written from the heart! I've been reading a lot of inspirational poems lately, for I have been going through depression. So reading this poem...
What do you do when your world falls apart,
When your secrets rip and tear at your heart?
What happens when the truth becomes a lie,
When your own happiness you defy?
In this world, I want to be many things.
People tell me I can't be everything,
But I can't listen to what they say.
I can't let their envy control what I think.
You can be anything if you are rid of ego and arrogance. You can be anything if you respect elders and parents. You can be anything with perseverance.
You're almost there.
Just a few more steps.
You can beat this game,
a lot like chess.
She never liked to read,
Because she was always in her own head.
So she wrote of all the things she knew,
And made her own stories instead.
When I think of peace, I see myself in a world where I can truly be myself,
Who I choose to be, where I can just let go and be comfortable with who I am
A world with no hatred, racism, or pain
Preach preacher, preach. As an African American girl, I say this: We want peace! We want peace! We want peace!
I have my own dreams
and my own desires.
Something for which I'm keen,
want to set the world on fire.
I can understand you. Most of the Indian parents are like that. I, too, have a huge dream on which I am working on. My three friends and I have a dream, so we are getting more perfect on our...
Isn't it right that every child should have a bed,
To have a roof over their head?
Isn't it right that every child
Should be shown affection,
There is a boy who lives on the streets,
always alone and never enough to eat.
When he walks down the road,
he makes sure his confidence shows.
I love this poem because it really describes how I feel.... I always try to make sure to please everyone else and never show people how I really feel.. I write poetry and I hope you continue...
As long as I can remember, I've been wrong.
Everyone always saying I have to be strong.
Everything inside myself tells me to give in,
The poem conveys a valuable message to those who struggle to face hardships in life. It is not the fate but one's courage that handles life.
Why are you so different when you're with friends
yet when we're alone you let your heart unbend.
You try to act cool; you try to act tough,
but when it's just us, you're none of that stuff.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me.
That old saying is such nonsense.
Be brave.
You already are.
Look at what you've made it through.
The wounds of your past have healed.
It is a poem which infuses courage to those who have direct experience of war, making them think positively about life, forgetting the bitter past. We also faced a similar situation as a...
Life is like a marathon
That we cannot reject; we must run
It's a continuous route that we travel on
At some points the path is tough, sometimes it's fun
You made me trust you,
You made me love you,
You made me dream that you were the one for me.
The paint brush is mine
To have and to hold
As I stare at the canvas
I let my story unfold
I liked this poem. It was really good and simple but effective. Keep writing.