post your fav poem

The Rose That Grew From Concrete

Tupac Shakur

Did you hear about the rose that grew

from a crack in the concrete?

Proving nature's law is wrong it

learned to walk with out having feet.

Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,

it learned to breathe fresh air.

Long live the rose that grew from concrete

when no one else ever cared.

@limegreenKiwi7397 

I love so many poems but if I were to pick one. It would be this one by Charissa Ong  T.Y.:

“Smile”

Smile at everything that comes to you.

Smile at everything that comes.

Smile at everything.

Smile.

Defeat

BY KAHLIL GIBRAN

Defeat, my Defeat, my solitude and my aloofness;

You are dearer to me than a thousand triumphs,

And sweeter to my heart than all world-glory.

Defeat, my Defeat, my self-knowledge and my defiance,

Through you I know that I am yet young and swift of foot

And not to be trapped by withering laurels.

And in you I have found aloneness

And the joy of being shunned and scorned.

Defeat, my Defeat, my shining sword and shield,

In your eyes I have read

That to be enthroned is to be enslaved,

And to be understood is to be leveled down,

And to be grasped is but to reach one’s fullness

And like a ripe fruit to fall and be consumed.

Defeat, my Defeat, my bold companion,

You shall hear my songs and my cries and my silences,

And none but you shall speak to me of the beating of wings,

And urging of seas,

And of mountains that burn in the night,

And you alone shall climb my steep and rocky soul.

Defeat, my Defeat, my deathless courage,

You and I shall laugh together with the storm,

And together we shall dig graves for all that die in us,

And we shall stand in the sun with a will,

And we shall be dangerous.

inner child

I had a dream where someone handed me my younger self and told me to take care her. i looked at her; she didn't really look like me. she was small and innocent, happy, untouched by the evil of the world.

she had my eyes but without the dark circles, and they looked brighter, like she had a spark within her that had not yet been put out. I promised to take care of her the best that i could. how could i not? she needed me.

i woke up with the sick realization that i am that little girl. she is still a part of me, and if i listen hard enough i can hear her screaming because she has been abandoned by the person who was supposed to help her.

i call her names and tell her she's not good enough, and i lock her in her room instead of allowing her to flourish into the person she could have been. how could i? how could i do this to myself?

i broke my promise

@limegreenKiwi7397

This is more of musical poetry therefore its kinda long but my favorite is Why am I not better yet, by Ethan Jewell.

@limegreenKiwi7397

This one has always been my favourite ☺️

Hi! I'm new here, but this is a short poem I wrote that motivates me to keep going. 💟

Chase your dreams.

Leave behind a path of persistence,

reminding everyone,

you shine. 

Thanks :))

next week im going to pick my fav one 

The shape

I love the shape our hands make when intertwined,fingers laced and palm to palm. It is amazing how such a simple thing as holding another hand can mend hearts and build bridges to romance and friendship in Is equal measure.

Few thing can match it's power but non can match it shape. Few creatures on earth can do this and to all are able it is a special gesture,one than can transcend language and species.

To some like me this act is magical and can be greater than any words or Intimate acts. For never have i felt more special than in the hand of another. So I offer you my hand,hoping for a moment suspended in time and in doing so I shall hand you my heart.

not really a peom but its my favorite qoute