Poem No. 118: “Still I Rise” by Maya Angelou

Gedichte, poems
Flamenco Dancer

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you? 
Why are you beset with gloom? 
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken? 
Bowed head and lowered eyes? 
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you? 
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you? 
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs? 

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Poem No. 116: “Depth Of A Woman” by Courtney Kane

Gedichte, poems

there is depth in me that is
much like the sea
and on days of my greatest gleam
i am the woman who manages
what some may say is the impossible

a son, a daughter, i have them all
and nothing prevents me from
keeping them calm, in great winds, 
in the roughest rain, 

the sight of my eyes, the searing pain
of life’s hard road, 
it all bulds to a glorious strength, 

the strength of the women before me, 
it is the depth of a worldly woman. 

Poem No. 108: “Moving On” by M. McDermin

Gedichte, poems, Psychologie, psychology

So many emotions flooding my head
So many missed memories
And so many hurtful ones too

I want to reach out
And rekindle the past
But I know it burnt down many years ago

I still long for those friendships
So many things unresolved
But its time to move on

Time to move on
To family
To relocation

I didnt realize how much this would change
How much I would lose
How much I would gain

I want to reach back out
And extend my hand
But how do I know someone will be there

Life is happy now
Life is good
Yet I long for the memories

Its time to be locked under lock and key
Time to be stored away
But not forgotten

Locked and put aside
Out of harmful way
But still always a memory

Now is the time to move on
And I have to take my heart with me.

Poem No. 105: “Starting Over” by Tatum

Gedichte, poems, Psychologie, psychology

I’m trying to find something to base my life upon,
Something in this strange world that goes on and on. 
As the years go by and time fades away, 
What used to be “good days” are now filled with dismay.
Tomorrow comes, and then again it goes,
And my ambition to become something more grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
The life I want now gets closer each day.
All I’ve ever wanted was something to live for.
I don’t want to be this little person anymore.
I’ve been basing my life upon what others think.
I wish I could go back and redo everything, every time an eye would blink.
I’ve fought to become who I am and what I want to be.
I have to remind myself that one day I will be free,
Free from the rules I followed as a child,
When everything was a game and life was so mild.
Now times have changed and I realize nothing is fair,
And sometimes it seems like nobody even cares.
It’s like no one pays attention to what I feel is best for me
And what I think about the way some things should be.
I understand now that I’m pretty much on my own,
And I know a lot of what I can do will never be known.
All the time I think about everything I can’t say, what I have to keep in,
And by doing this, my thoughts only get more complicated and deepen.
Soon I hope to find out who I am and what I am meant to become.
I want to know where I’m going. 
I don’t need to be reminded of where I came from.

Poem No. 104: “Before I …” by I. K. Patanwala

Gedichte, poems
Unknown Indian Woman

Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is to love yourself,
To find the wholeness that you seek.

Before I knew the light, 
I have had my fair share of darkness, too,
Where my world fell into a hopelessness
And I didn’t know how to get through.

For I have known the tears it takes,
The courage to stand up again,
When you are broken down and bruised
And you know nothing but the pain.

You forget to appreciate love,
If you haven’t seen the hate,
Till you forget the meaning of smile and laughter,
And your heart is left abate.

I have known the strength and courage
It requires to get it right,
To face the things that hold you down
And hold your head up and fight.

Before I was who I am now,
I was someone I didn’t want to be.
I was lost, battered, and defeated,
Before I knew how to be me!

Poem No. 103: “Arguing” (Streiten)

Gedichte, poems, Psychologie, psychology, Tipps

Harsh words can hurt more
than physical pain –
even if it is not your aim.

Taste your own words 
before spitting them out –
don`t feel loud.

Words scar more than you might think
so think before you speak –
even if you fear to look weak.

Your argument won ´t be improved
by raising your voice –
to listen might be a better choice. 

Beware: Opinions are no facts  
and facts are no mere opinions – 
downgraded by a handful minions.

Beliefs will fail fact checks
if there is any proof.
To cope with reality, angles have to move. 

Often beliefs are easily transformed
into ideology that is immune against criticism.
This is the dead end for optimism.

If your relations are reliable, your self-esteem stable,
to differentiate between factual issues
and feelings, you will be able.

Why fighting so doggedly? It`s no question of do-or-die.
Winners, arguments actually don`t know;
debates are about mutual understanding though.

So, let`s agree to disagree.
For me, it will be absolutely okay.
I know, we love each other anyway.

Do you like some icecream too?
With you,  I enjoy to share
to covertly show you that I really care…

…for you, for me — for us. 

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Poem No. 88: “Traveling Again” by Du Fu (杜甫, 712-770)

Gedichte, poems, Reisen, Travel

I remember the temple, this route I’ve travelled before,
I recall the bridge as I cross it again.
It seems the hills and rivers have been waiting,
The flowers and willows all are selfless now.
The field is sleek, and vivid, thin mist shines,
On soft sand, the sunlight’s colour shows it’s late.
All the traveler’s sorrow fades away,
What better place to rest than this?

Poem No. 80: “Changing The Past” by Donna

Gedichte, poems, Psychologie, psychology
“Letting Go” – Lantern Festival / Thailand

The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some cannot let it go.
In their heads it eats away

Until all their focus becomes
The person they used to be,
The mistakes they made in their life.
Oh, if only they could see

That you cannot change what happened, 
No matter how hard you try,
No matter how much you think about it,
No matter how much you cry.

What happens in your lifetime 
Happens for reasons unknown,
So you have to let the cards unfold. 
Let your story be shown.

Don’t get wrapped up in the negative.
Be happy with what you have been given.
Live for today not tomorrow.
Get up, get out, and start living,

Because the past is the past for a reason.
It’s been, and now it is gone,
So stop trying to think of ways to fix it.
It’s done, it’s unchangeable; move on.

Poem No. 75: “You will never see Me fall” by Joyce Alcantara

Gedichte, poems

You may see me struggle, 
but you won’t see me fall. 
Regardless if I’m weak or not, 
I’m going to stand tall. 

Everyone says life is easy, 
but truly living it is not.
Times get hard, 
people struggle
and constantly get put on the spot. 

I’m going to wear the biggest smile, 
even though I want to cry. 
I’m going to fight to live,
even though I’m destined to die. 
And even though it’s hard 
and I may struggle through it all,
you may see me struggle…
but you will NEVER see me fall.