Personal growth Poems

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Well-Cast Seeds

by Robert Chase

Patience, Care, Love, and Nurture
Sunshine, water, and rich soil
Each needed for deep strong roots
Many struggle to reach beyond
Moved from pot to pot, their roots grow inward and choke
Development and potential thwarted
Lucky few are root-trimmed and pruned
Survivors put into loose and fertile ground
Reaching, grasping, and groping - finding their home
Roots grow wide and strengthen

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Shades of Grey

by Estelle Jackson

When I was young,
I believed
That everything was right or wrong;
Good and bad; Yes or no;
Black or white.
It was easy to think that way.
How clever I thought I was
To be so enlightened and decisive,
To have an opinion on everything,
And to think that I was right.

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A purpose agreed upon as a whole

by Rhyan Sexton

I love peace
And peace is how I love
It's time to release
The grudge through which I drudge

It is not a singular affliction
Though donated and added to an addiction
We all must take steps into uncertainty
Though I desire pondering unknown

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91. Smile for the camera because the present is here

by Kea Campbell

Smile for the camera because the present is here.
Right now is forever, so look neither forward nor rear.

If you are as you were, looking back one whole year,
Did you even progress, or is it just evidently unclear?

Timestamps are great, and I recommend observations at a fiscal stretch.
Start now and not later, or future you might look back with invidiousness.

Yes, set goals and expectations to mark your achievements,

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The Box

by Estelle Jackson

A rattle; a shudder.
I turn and face... nothing.
For a fleeting moment,
Confusion reigns.
I pause, then pick up
The threads of today.
A life - infused with colour,
Discourse, demands and distractions -
Drowns out what I know deep down is real.
Later, in the stillness,

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Recent Personal growth Poems

91. Smile for the camera because the present is here

by Kea Campbell

87. My mind raced because of heart palpitations

by Kea Campbell

I’m dancing with death nearly every other day, yet in love with the way tomorrow tells me everything is going to be okay.
I cherish my brokenness that is still me to this day, and will continue to be thankful for those who gave me a reason to stay.

I miss the old me, but not in a regressive way.
It's like slowing down when I pass the house I used to live in.
Except old trees have been replaced with new, and there's a welcome sign on the front porch, and even one hanging on the back door, too.

I remember my bedroom and the fits and funs it held.
Laughter that echoed through the hallway and silent meltdowns in my closet.
One wouldn't know from the street view, but the walls are freshly painted with a new tone of the sky’s Blissful Blue.

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