This peom shows the struggles in one life and they feel like they cant open up and they missing people who were once present in their live.

Even in silence my heart was loud. It spoke through the tremble in my breath through the pause between words I never said. You weren’t just a memory you were the moment I froze the shadow in a room full of light the reason I feared my own voice. They didn’t believe me. So I learned to believe in myself. My stories stayed tucked in corners like unopened letters but my heart kept reading them out loud. Now when I speak I speak for the girl who couldn’t. I speak because my heart remembered when the world forgot.

But I know deep down, there's a fire in my soul A spark that won't dim, a light that will glow I'll rise from the ashes, stronger than before I'll sing my song of hope, forevermore

In the depths of my soul, I search for a love That was missing from the ones I was made of Raised by a mother who could never truly see The worth and the value that lived inside me

As October approaches, darkness envelops the empty streets, stirring feelings of existentialism. The chilled air and overcast skies signal a mournful farewell to summer’s warmth, highlighted by memories of joy and vibrancy. Embracing the fall colors, there lies the promise of rebirth with the arrival of spring.

My name is Elijah Johnson I am a young man from Mound Bayou, MS I grew up in a town enriched with black excellence in our history.

The poem is a wonderful explanation of eternal love between two individuals. The poem begins by establishing how their hearts beat as one, which is a sign of a deep connection that is not guided by all the chaos of life. The similarity of withstanding storms together quite adequately describes their commitment to one another, establishing that they are warm and safe with one another. The poem emphasizes the transitory nature of time and the cycle of life throughout, as though to warn them that time will change their world but not their love, which will endure forever. The life of the couple is unfolded in troubles and tribulations, laughter and dreams, and in the story that their love becomes part of the fabric of their lives is reaffirmed.

The poem delves into the inherent quality of true love, defining it as deep and unwavering in its ability to withstand the test of time. It starts by depicting the soothing hugs and consolation provided by the presence of someone one loves, underscoring the way true love brings peace and relieves the suffering of the outside world. The happiness of companionship is then depicted through the breaks of laughter and lucidity, while the pledge to meet the uncertainties of life head-on signifies the strength of the relationship. The poem describes the intense comprehension formed between two people, expressed through soft looks and silent commitments. True love, like the North Star, shines brightly in the blackness of the challenges, giving people the strength to hold fast to hope and seize opportunities together. The poem ends by stating that even in the most mundane moments, true love shines like the sun, making the mundane extraordinary.

In 2019, I went on vacation in Virginia. One of the cities I visited was Washington D.C., where I took the subway a few times. This poem recalls a brief interaction I had one time at the subway. A stranger's hair was so captivating to me that I had to compliment it. A few kind words go a long way.

As a bicultural individual with dual citizenship, it is easy to feel homesick for my mother's homeland. The last time I was able to visit Las Palmas was almost ten years ago. I miss it every day.

Have you ever looked at your reflection wondering if it’s you or just an image you made to believe was you?

A poetically developed thought about the definition of oblivion, the fragility of love, and the human experience of doubt.

I wrote this poem in high school at around the age of fourteen. I wrote it when I was with my first boyfriend and I thought he was the best thing that ever happened to me. I hope you enjoy it.

The old saying is no one knows you better than your mother. Well, sometimes the ball just doesn't bounce that way.

You took my voice, but not my fire; I’ll rise above your web of liars. Your borrowed power, your stolen claim, will burn to ash— you’ll know my name. rum pill s-wa-ll-ow im st i ll s-k+in thekutfield AD the actual D-evil so live D which btw in re etse like i itsC 1 just fy iii and im not sorry

In a bright summer that is slowly coming soon the weather will be happy and joyful to spread love through the world!

And the cold winter strikes again, join me to embark on a sad poem regarding the true state of winter and the hidden meaning behind it. Sorrow…

This poem is about my struggles of writer's block. Trying to revive inspiration and motivation to write once again.

This poem is titled “Oak.” The interpretation of it is left up to the reader. Some of my favorite lines are about destiny being predetermined, and how you can’t change anything, so you should just enjoy it as it is.

Prompt: Tell me a story about a time that you learned something really important about yourself. Detailing the story of how I taught myself to ride a bike, exploring more story-form poetry.