My cup is overflowing
My cup is overflowing And my hands don't rush to clean The fragrant, warm nectar that rises from its sides.
overflowing is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 1 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees overflowing in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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