A lone balance, tipping under silent strain,
He gives his all yet still collects the pain.
Each word he speaks feels lost before it lands,
Still reaching out with tired trembling hands.
He builds with hope what keeps falling apart,
Patching the cracks of a breaking heart.
Though love grows thin he refuses to rest,
Failing each time but still gives his best.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 3:02 PM UTC
An old man waters roses in the tender dawn light,
Finding a fragile solace in petals washed white.
He speaks to the stillness as if she can hear,
Letting her name rest on the hush of each year.
He warms up two cups while the kettle sighs low,
And watches the garden where soft memories grow.
Loneliness lingers yet gently he keeps
A small, aching solace in the silence he sleeps.
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 5:05 AM UTC
know you are hurting, and carrying storms inside,
But hold my love close, I am always by your side.
Do not be afraid of the darkness you walk through,
I love you so much, and I will always stand with you.
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 4:48 AM UTC
My heart is a station after the last train,
benches remembering warmth that left.
Footsteps echo like unfinished sentences,
searching for someone who never arrives.
I held a ticket with your name for years,
ink fading into silent paper.
Even the clock grew tired of waiting,
only loneliness stayed on time.
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 1:48 AM UTC
I lost myself in the shape of his name,
bent my heart to match his flame.
I spoke in the quiet he never heard,
turned my storms into gentle word.
I called it love that ache, that wait
but it was just me mistaking fate.
He thought she'd stay through every fight,
that silence meant the world was right.
He never saw the dim in her eyes,
or how her laughter came in disguise.
He loved her, yes in his own way,
but never learned the words to say.
Now both stand miles apart in time,
each haunted by the same old rhyme.
Ego spoke where hearts once met,
turning warmth to cold regret.
Love isn't lost in sudden fray
it fades when pride gets in the way.
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 4:41 AM UTC
He’s always been unlucky with hearts,
Yet hope still found its quiet way.
Then came her smile, soft like a start,
That lit his sky for two small days.
She moved ahead, as she should do,
No blame, no ache he’d send her way.
Just thankful that he somehow knew,
A gentle soul if just for two days.
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 2:12 PM UTC
At dawn, the dog sits by the unlatched gate,
Ears tuned to roads that promise nothing.
He follows shadows that smell like yesterday,
Circles back, loyal to an empty place.
Food is eaten, sleep arrives but lightly,
As if leaving room for a name unsaid.
Some instincts don’t hunt or flee,
They wait, believing someone will return.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 7:07 AM UTC
Winter sharpens the air until silence feels heavy,
but inside me, memories begin to thaw.
Loneliness brushes past then pauses uncertain,
as warmth gathers from names, faces, unfinished thoughts.
I write because feeling needs a place to rest,
and this poem becomes the fire I didn’t know I carried.
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 3:20 AM UTC