DavidInks - Hello Poetry

Shhhh! quiet days… where thoughts drift slowly like clouds with nowhere to go. the aches in my chest made my voice fade away… and silence wrapped my heart like a room with no echo. everything that once made me happy are evaporating into a future I can no longer share… until a distant melody found the pieces of me I could not explain. my pain, my fading words, and a tragic melody falling into sync… as if the song understood the language my heart could no longer form. a gentle smile landed softly on my face, as if happiness had briefly returned. because in the quiet rhythm of the song, my silence finally found a voice… my ache finds a way of expressing itself… when words fail, music speaks.

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Mar 12

Mar 12, 2026 at 3:55 PM UTC

Echoes of Silence

Shhhh! quiet days… where thoughts drift slowly like clouds with nowhere to go. the aches in my chest made my voice fade away… and silence wrapped my heart like a room with no echo. everything that once made me happy are evaporating into a future I can no longer share… until a distant melody found the pieces of me I could not explain. my pain, my fading words, and a tragic melody falling into sync… as if the song understood the language my heart could no longer form. a gentle smile landed softly on my face, as if happiness had briefly returned. because in the quiet rhythm of the song, my silence finally found a voice… my ache finds a way of expressing itself… when words fail, music speaks.

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The train pulled away slowly, its wheels grinding against the tracks like the ache in my chest. I stood on the platform, motionless, watching you evaporate into a future I would no longer share. The wind, cold and indifferent, swept across my face, but it was the silence you left behind that chilled me to the bone. We were never just a moment; we were a melody soft, tragic, beautiful. You taught me how to breathe in laughter and exhale fear. You turned ordinary days into poetry, yet here I am, reciting the final stanza alone. I did not choose to unlove you no, love isn’t so obedient. But life has a cruel rhythm, and sometimes, even the most heartfelt symphony must play its last note. I carry the weight of you, tucked somewhere between memory and longing, hoping time can be reversed. Leaving you behind isn’t forgetting. It’s surviving. And while my heart still echoes your smile, I walk away not because I want to, but because love, true love, sometimes means knowing when to let go

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Feb 14

Feb 14, 2026 at 4:44 PM UTC

Leaving My Love Behind

The train pulled away slowly, its wheels grinding against the tracks like the ache in my chest. I stood on the platform, motionless, watching you evaporate into a future I would no longer share. The wind, cold and indifferent, swept across my face, but it was the silence you left behind that chilled me to the bone. We were never just a moment; we were a melody soft, tragic, beautiful. You taught me how to breathe in laughter and exhale fear. You turned ordinary days into poetry, yet here I am, reciting the final stanza alone. I did not choose to unlove you no, love isn’t so obedient. But life has a cruel rhythm, and sometimes, even the most heartfelt symphony must play its last note. I carry the weight of you, tucked somewhere between memory and longing, hoping time can be reversed. Leaving you behind isn’t forgetting. It’s surviving. And while my heart still echoes your smile, I walk away not because I want to, but because love, true love, sometimes means knowing when to let go

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Behold the hymn that sings without words, The quiet symphony of the waking earth. Nature, the ancient artist, brushes the sky. She is the first poem, the sacred verse, Carved in mountain lines, and oceans curves. Her voice is thunder, her laughter rain, Her silence ? An alter where peace remains. The river writes cursive, winding free, Telling tales to rocks and trees. Leaves clap in the rhythm of the wind's applause. And flowers open like psalms in bloom. The sky wear it moods in robes of flame, From sapphire calm to silver storm. The moon and sun ? Lantern guiding dreamers right. Let's appreciate nature, let's feed our eyes with thy beauty.

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Jan 22

Jan 22, 2026 at 6:03 AM UTC

Whispers of the Earth

Behold the hymn that sings without words, The quiet symphony of the waking earth. Nature, the ancient artist, brushes the sky. She is the first poem, the sacred verse, Carved in mountain lines, and oceans curves. Her voice is thunder, her laughter rain, Her silence ? An alter where peace remains. The river writes cursive, winding free, Telling tales to rocks and trees. Leaves clap in the rhythm of the wind's applause. And flowers open like psalms in bloom. The sky wear it moods in robes of flame, From sapphire calm to silver storm. The moon and sun ? Lantern guiding dreamers right. Let's appreciate nature, let's feed our eyes with thy beauty.

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Hey! The voice still echoes The voice of a being who evaporate, A voice that evaporated into a future I can no longer share. The scars aren't healed, but the memories? Etched into my heart like a local tribal marks. Do I miss her ? No! The game is over A game that ended before we started, Yet this voice won't free me from the ******* Maybe my heart still feels the sparkle to your gaslights. I tore the book of you and I, but I still feel ecstatic when our memories pops up. I was never a follower, I was lover. A reckless one!!

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Jan 18

Jan 18, 2026 at 6:14 PM UTC

Etched pain!

Hey! The voice still echoes The voice of a being who evaporate, A voice that evaporated into a future I can no longer share. The scars aren't healed, but the memories? Etched into my heart like a local tribal marks. Do I miss her ? No! The game is over A game that ended before we started, Yet this voice won't free me from the ******* Maybe my heart still feels the sparkle to your gaslights. I tore the book of you and I, but I still feel ecstatic when our memories pops up. I was never a follower, I was lover. A reckless one!!

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