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"The Colors You Stole"
You called me your future, your beautiful, your almost-wife. I built a cathedral from your I love yous, hung your promises like stained glass, and foolishly mistook the colors for something eternal. Then I saw your hand in hers, and every beautiful word turned rotten in my mouth. So tonight, I ask… read more
"Rose made of Blood"
She was born a flower, but the world placed thorns beneath her petals. She hated the red— until someone looked at her as though she were beautiful. She mistook his eyes for love, not knowing they were only her reflection. He touched her thorns, bled, and she blamed herself for the wound. So she… read more
Panic Always Wins
Panic clawing to the surface Pushing anger to the side Why is it that when I'm nervous My reaction is always amplified? I want peace to pervade But panic is winning Why can I not overcome That which I could in the beginning? (edited)
"Reflection of Love"
Was it love, or only my own love reflected in your eyes? Once, on a storm-struck night, the violence in my hands sounded almost like a romantic melody— now it only haunts the empty rooms, where I am left with wounded hands and a heart that still remembers your name. I let the blood run,… read more
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I had dreams too, about my body admired like all shades of blue in the sky— loved for the way it is, not just what it could be. That every shade, even the darker, was seen and understood, met with kindness. That every cloud that appeared was also admired for the strength it took to let there be… read more
"Fragile forever"
I don’t trust people easily— not because they are unworthy, but because I don’t trust myself enough to place that faith in them. They say life flows like a river, and we are meant to drift along— through moments that shimmer with beauty, and others that tremble with fear. Still, the current never… read more
lovely
I don't need a map for your heart I know how to carve a desire path and even if I need to walk a thousand times each time it's what I want with every step I make my way and if my footsteps get covered under the dirt of despair I will be there as a wind taking it away loving you is almost as good as… read more
"Dust and Wind"
Once a mistake, always the same, a shadow carved without a name. I weep for being born at all, a fading echo, bound to fall. A burden dressed in fragile skin, I drift where light can’t wander in. The dark becomes my only friend, a place where aching hearts can bend. If heaven’s grace could grant… read more
"When the Lightning Turned to Moonlight”
Scared by passing glances, yet cradled by a quiet, sacred love, I wandered with a storm tucked beneath my ribs— unspoken thunder trembling against my heart, dark lightning brushing my eyes as I moved toward the uncertain world. Faces flickered around me, some soft with admiration, some cold with… read more
"Between Two Worlds"
We are readers, sweet soul, born with keys instead of shields. While others knock on reality, we slip through pages. We live where ink breathes, where silence has a heartbeat, where a single line can undo us or save us. We open doors no one sees— between two worlds, one made of dust and duty, the… read more
"Even fire can choose pain"
That’s what we call life, isn’t it? Some choose to burn, some stand close enough to feel the heat and call it fate. But I— I am the flame. I know my fire, my light, my quiet power. Still, I lean toward them, let their hands tremble in my warmth, let their careless touch scar me. A… read more
“The Word They Never Said”
They never said sorry — not once, not ever. Some wounds were carved on purpose, some by careless endeavor. A single word could’ve healed the ache, But silence — silence was all they’d make. They acted like nothing was broken, no sin, no scar, no wrong unspoken. And we, the soft ones, started to… read more
"Words I Hope I'll Never Need"
I wrote it on the first page, then between the pages, again and again and again, Until my hands started bleeding, Until I whispered it even in my sleep. By the last page, there was nothing left but his name. The world read it and knew. He read it too, yet never knew. Wish I never had to… (edited) read more
“Rough Hands, Gentle Memories”
I remember the girl I used to be— soft hands, soft dreams, a heart that startled at the dark. But somewhere along the road I learned how silence grows inside a person, how a soul can crack quietly, piece by piece, until the echoes of who you were sound like someone else’s memory. I stopped fearing… read more
“The Day They Forgot”
It’s my birthday today, and they ask me why I don’t celebrate, why I’m not excited, why I brush it off as if it’s just another ordinary day in my ordinary life. So I stay silent. Maybe I’m tired of pretending— tired of forcing a smile for a day that has never truly belonged to me. When the… read more
“Maybe I Wasn’t the Lead”
I thought I was the main lead once, but the story proved me wrong. I tried to change fate with love, not with noise, but with song. Their words cut deep, mine tried to heal— funny, how pain forgets and love learns to kneel. He changed my story, made me new… I should be happy, right? but why does… read more
"If This Is Madness, Let It Be Love"
Call me crazy — for loving in silence, for loving a shadow that has never learned my name. Call me selfish — because in my wildest prayers I don’t ask for the world… I ask for his eyes to choose me and forget every other face. Call me shameless — for the blush that rises when his name slips… read more
"Between Love and Delusion"
I fell in love with a soul I barely knew, A name that lingered softly in my prayers. Your mother spoke of you, and somehow, Every word felt like a mirror of my own heart. For two years, you lived only in my imagination, Yet one glance was enough to make you real. I sent my hope in the form of a… read more
"A Writer’s Curse"
Don’t be a writer, don’t be an artist, don’t be a musician— not because it’s hard, but because it asks you to imagine what you can never fully explain. We carry feelings too vast for language, yet we polish them into words, hide them carefully inside metaphors, until the truth looks beautiful but… read more
"Born to Please, Chose to Fight"
I was born with hands that learned applause before fists, a voice trained to soften every edge, a heart taught to bend so others could stand tall. I smiled through storms that were never mine, stitched myself smaller so the world would feel bigger. But somewhere between silence and scars, I heard… read more
“When Beauty Was Meant to Fade”
Time walks on without waiting, like a river that refuses to turn back. The saddest moment is not the passing— but the quiet realization that every beautiful thing slowly fades. A child grows, laughter grows softer, a fragile plant rises into a tall tree, and even the sweetest fruit must… read more
"The Key of Love"
A person keeps appearing in my dreams. I do not know if he comes with good luck or if he carries a shadow meant to test me. His presence leaves me wondering whether he is a sign of light or a whisper of something darker. Yet love is a strange power. It can protect like a shield or burn like a… read more
"Between Dew and Smoke"
Should I love the warmth you showed me, or curse the cold you left behind? When you stood beside me, the world felt whole— as if my soul had found its echo in yours, as if the universe leaned closer just to listen. In your presence, love looked real. It breathed, it smiled, it wrapped itself… read more
A Portrait of Us
He is a mirror of me, with a taller frame, just as I like, but beyond the surface, it's not the looks that drew me in. It was the gentle heart his parents spoke of, the kindness and understanding woven into his soul. We share midnight study sessions, a love for the color blue, and the quiet charm… read more
“What Should I Call Them?"
Love... for some, it’s just a word. For some, it’s a way to show what they feel. And then there are people who don’t even know how to explain it anymore. They say love should be mutual — that both should give, both should care. They say there must be trust, respect, and honesty. They say, do for… read more
"Welcome to My Paracosm"
Loving someone isn't easy. We poets paint it as an endless ocean, dress it in blue, compare it to pearls, roses, and the moon's quiet glow. But loving someone is never just about one soul. It is loving their family, their friends, their memories, and every world they carry within them. I'm an… read more
"Found myself in u"
Writers like me don’t choose love out of need, we choose it out of feeling — out of the quiet desire to become the person we once prayed to be. I have known the weight of being unprotected, the ache of feeling unseen, unworthy, powerless — like my voice was small in a world too loud. I carried… read more
"Between Heaven and Hell"
Do I hate people, or do I hate myself? I know I'm brutally honest, but is that really a bad thing? They say I'm close to the devil. Maybe I am—but only to defeat him, not to walk beside him. They say I'm too proud for the talent I have. That people are only with me because of it, and that… read more
"Villain With Gentle Hands"
In my own story, I walk in shadows they named villain, Though my hands were always full of kindness. I tried to water dry hearts, But they still called the rain a storm. This didn’t begin with understanding, It began with childhood— When I held thoughts too heavy For hands meant to hold… read more
For A While I choose Me..
He is not lonely— he is learning the difference between silence and peace. Because there was a time he gave too much of himself away to women who held his heart like something temporary. He kept pouring love into cups with cracks in them, then blamed himself when there was… read more
"Beauty in the Broken"
Broken glasses is sharp dangerous but it can also be beautiful in its own way Because broken glass reflects light differently, It catches the sunlight and creates prismatic colors. It's unique, fragile... And incredibly precious to someone who appreciates its beauty despite its flaws. because… read more
"Can't say I'm wrong"
I promise myself that I won't share, no matter how much things get harder. They say it's good to share ur feelings, as it helps to feel less pressured, that a person can't talk everything in his hand and don't slip couple of thing's. But again they said, God won't give u problems that u couldn't… read more
Firefly
I shouldn’t chase a firefly, they say— light like that is meant to wander, not to be held. But my feet forget wisdom when my heart starts glowing. I run anyway, palms open, wanting to know how warmth looks when it rests. It dances just ahead of me, close enough to haunt, far enough to remind me of… read more
A quiet world for a black man
I dreamed of a day with no sirens in the air, No eyes on my shoulders, no weight in my stare. A day where the street didn’t ask me to prove That I belonged breathing, existing, to move. I dreamed of a world with a hush soft and wide, Where peace didn’t feel like a place I must hide. … read more
"More than Dust"
How can I reach for the stars? If I could, I would gather every one of them into my little magic bag. But I can't. Then again... I don't even know who I am. Who am I? Who? Who? They compare me to dust—to dirt—reminding me, again and again, that I am unworthy. Maybe they're right. Maybe… read more
Painfully beautiful - what do you guys think of this poem?
(I didn’t write this one)
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You wrote some prompts about the poem you want to write and an algorithm wrote it all for you? WOW!!! SO TALENTED!!! You’re as much of a writer and poet, as I am tall. 😐 Here’s an example of a real poem written by a real poet.
What does it mean to be truly free
Freedom ain’t just keys in your pocket, or being able to leave when the door unlocks it. It ain’t loud money, fast cars, bright lights— it’s sleeping in peace at the end of your nights. It’s saying “no” without feeling ashamed, letting go of the labels they gave you for names. It’s… read more
Is chivalry dead?
He’s finding it difficult these days— trying to be a gentleman in a world that treats respect like it’s something old-fashioned, something people left behind with handwritten letters and slow dances in the kitchen. He still believes in opening doors, not because she cannot open… read more
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