Would you think I'm weak if I offered my hand?
If I stopped to help, even when I didn't understand?
Would you say I'm wasting my time
Slowing down in a world that only values the climb?
...
A friend is someone who will always stay,
Stay through the storms that pass our way.
Way too often, we forget what they do,
Do the small things that make our world feel new.
...
Sometimes I feel that I miss school…
Not the books or rules,
But the warmth of voices that made learning cool.
I miss the women who made class feel like home
...
Sometimes I walk through life
with a quiet ache no one sees
Smiling when I'm expected to
laughing when my heart is anything but light
...
Sometimes, I wonder
how we ended up here
afraid to speak, afraid to think
afraid to breathe too loud
...
I dialed with shaking hands.
That day, my voice was light.
"Mum, " I said, "I found her."
She laughed like she always does
...
One night I woke up feeling scared,
the house was quiet, but I didn't feel safe.
I walked down the hallway in the dark,
and found her sitting, waiting like a spark.
...
Just hold my hand and stay,
Because when you're near, the darkness fades away.
With you, my fears don't speak as loud,
With you, I'm safe within the crowd.
...
The road to success, I think I know,
It's paved with dreams that often grow.
But sometimes it feels too steep to climb,
And makes me wonder if it's the right time.
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The kitchen smells of bread and tea,
Tea that she made, just for me.
Me, I sit in the chair she once knew,
Knew that her love was deep and true.
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Why are women so complex?
Why does love with them feel like a test?
Show interest… they pull away.
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Sometimes, I think I miss love...
but then I ask myself
have I ever really felt it?
Real love, the kind that shakes you up,
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Remember everyday to pray
Hold on your dreams no matter what people will say
Obey everyone and to none do any wrong
Don't hesitate o do what makes you happy and keeps you strong
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It's too loud in here,
and I don't mean the room.
I mean the thoughts.
The ones that echo,
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The older I get, the less I chase,
I welcome peace, I leave the race.
If you love me, then you will stay,
If you don't, I'll walk away.
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I used to say yes
to things that broke me.
Stayed quiet
just to keep the peace.
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My heart feels heavy, like a weight of stone
As I try to pick up these pieces alone
It hurts so bad, I can barely breathe
Why did love have to deceive?
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My life has Changed so much, I can't lie
I've lived a very hard life, I thought I would die
I am better than I used to be, I have no complaint
Despite the Challenges, never was I weak or faint
...
Beauty is a work of art,
A sight that fills the heart.
It's in the sunrise of each day,
In nature's wonder on display.
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RHODVICK LUSENO is a Kenyan poet, born on October 8,2001. He began writing poetry in high school — just for fun — but over time, the words grew into a part of who he is. Poetry is more than a craft for Rhodvick; it's a hobby, a passion, and a voice for what often goes unspoken. He was inspired by a poet from Egypt who once called herself "The Unknown Poet." Though she eventually stopped writing to pursue her profession, her presence left a mark. To honor her and continue the path she started, Rhodvick adopted the title himself: "RHODVICK — The Unknown Poet.")
What Would You Think?
Would you think I'm weak if I offered my hand?
If I stopped to help, even when I didn't understand?
Would you say I'm wasting my time
Slowing down in a world that only values the climb?
Would you mock me for caring too much,
For giving when I don't expect a crutch?
Would you think I'm lost in a dream too wide
That kindness won't survive the world's rough tide?
Would you tell me I'm foolish to believe in change?
That people are cold, and hearts are strange?
Would you ask me to build a thicker skin
To protect my peace, and never let them in?
But how could I stand by and ignore the pain,
When I see hungry hands in the rain?
How can I scroll past a cry for aid,
And pretend it's not the world we all made?
Would you call me naïve for saying "hello, "
For seeing strangers as friends I've yet to know?
For speaking up when I see disrespect,
For standing with those the world neglects?
Maybe I hold too tightly to hope,
But it's better than learning just to cope.
I'd rather be the one who gives a damn,
Than stand with folded arms saying, "Not my jam."
What would you think, if I chose to care?
To lift others, to listen, to simply be there?
Would you walk with me, or walk away
If I said humanity should lead the way?
Don't expect everyone to love you, some people don't even love themselves.
To love deeply is to risk becoming a memory in someone else's life.
Not all breakups echo with blame; some end with a whisper of what-ifs.
She didn't leave with her things—she left with parts of me.
The bravest thing a heart can do is heal without hating.
Even shattered hearts reflect light if the soul still believes in love.
Some love stories aren't unfinished—they were just meant to be short poems.
I don't miss you—I miss the version of me I was when I loved you.
A heart doesn't crack loudly; it sinks in silence.
You never really lose someone—only the future you imagined with them.
Sometimes, the goodbye hurts more when it comes after hope.