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Sometimes (Poem)

Sometimes life is a river

But not with water, but our tears.

Sometimes failure is what we need

to make success our deed.

Sometimes we don’t need a bed of roses

But thorns to get picked.

Sometimes nothing makes sense

But it’s okay, because eventually everything is worth it.

Sometimes life tests our patience to see us fall

But we stand tall as a dancing tree, making everything worth the fall.

-a girl who likes to write

You know what day it is, poem day. I don’t know how I feel about this poem that I wrote, but nevertheless, I loved to share it with you all. Life has been quite hectic emotionally, and only writing has been helping me, so I am glad to have some sense of it. Please, if you want to share, don’t shy away and drop some comments.

Till we meet again, Be Happy, Be Grateful, and Keep Smiling – a girl who likes to write.

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Fly High (Poem)

Don’t be afraid to touch the ground.

Be afraid of not being able to fly,

fly high but not like a kite,

attach to a reel

but like a balloon holding your own string.

Fly high, thinking that the sky is yours

with stars and moons luring.

It’s never about the height that matters;

It’s your capabilities that make it better.

Learn not to catch the shooting stars

but know how to float among them.

Fly high like a bird with spread wings,

nothing can stop you anymore.

-a girl who likes to write.

Another day, another poem. I love to write poems on topics that come spontaneously. This topic came to mind, and the lines came so fast that I know I need to share them. I hope you like it. If you want to add more, please share in the comments.

Till we meet again, Be Happy, Be Grateful, and Keep Smiling – a girl who likes to write.

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The Silence after realising… (Poem)

The silence after realising

That no matter how I try, nothing changes

With so many expectations

Waving on my mind

Aren’t we supposed to live this life?

The silence after realising

That the world is a race

I am always stuck in a maze.

Is it bad to be different from others

Or maybe the world doesn’t appreciate wisdom.

The silence after realising

That life is full of thorns

And I am trying to bloom within like a rose

Red, imperfectly perfect and beautiful within.

The silence after realising

No one is there for you except yourself,

So pick yourself up and be the light that shines through.

The silence after realising

That whatever the world says,

You always follow what your heart whispers!

-wordsbyher

Another day, another poem. I don’t know how I feel about this one. I think I can do better. But anyway, sometimes being flawed is way better and a way of life.

I hope you like it. If you want, you can share your thoughts!

Till we meet again, Be Happy, Be Grateful, and Keep Smiling – a girl who likes to write.

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I rise again and again (Poem)

Being Average sucks,

I guess everything depends on luck.

People say you are born with talent,

So what should I spend my time lamenting?

No, I will rise again and again,

Show the world the new life I begin.

Giving up was never a solution

As I have made a resolution

Of rising again and again

Making myself whole again.

-M A

I saw the phrase ‘I rise again and again’ and instantly thought of writing a poem. And I wrote it in probably five minutes. I am so proud because I used to think I wouldn’t be able to write poems, but I am getting better at it.

I hope you like it.

Till we meet again, Be Happy, Be Grateful, and Keep Smiling – a girl who likes to write.

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I am the quiet one.

I am the quiet one

that nobody expects much from.

I like to read, write, and

think alone.

I observe others in their loudness

and my silence.

I prefer keeping my thoughts to myself

and asking questions that nobody has the answer to.

I am the piece of the puzzle

that doesn’t fit.

I always ask myself

Why is it hard to be like them?

Why I don’t like things

that most of them do?

Why is it hard to find

myself in the loudness?

Why is it always me?

I have been bearing

the question in my heart since I got to know the world.

Why do I always notice people and try

to make them comfortable while they walk confidently?

Why is it always me?

Maybe because

I am the quiet one

that nobody notices…

In the last post, I wrote about how in silence I have started to embrace the loudness that comes with it and then I realize how as a person I have become so quiet. So I decided to write this post in a poem format but in a free way. I wanted to try something new and I just went with it. I hope you guys like it.

Till we meet again, Be Happy, Be Grateful, and Keep Smiling – a girl who likes to write.

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