EllesPoetryCorner - Hello Poetry

And then suddenly, All the R&B songs were about you. Every word, and every verse, Is a Reminder of you. Suddenly, The lyrics by the scientist are for you. We didn’t need a love song, But a haiku is perfect to summarize us 2. And Maybe, If we weren’t on Different Pages, The sessions wouldn’t play to mourn you. I wouldn’t have to Note to Self, The crime it is to fall in love, After my heart is Burned Blue from you, I wouldn’t dream to be a fool, Remaining ignorant to your bittersweet entrapment, Luring me to your flame, And then you fire Praying to be Higher, Than the heart ache, So I won’t wait, If the world were to end tomorrow. Pretending that Nothing Even Matters, When it Hurts So Bad, Like Everything wasn’t Everything, And we weren’t made to last forever. I walk away with Open Arms, Since moving on is just The Way Life Goes. I Gotta Find Peace of Mind, And it’s impossible when you linger around mine, Especially, When Suddenly, All the R&B songs are about you.

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Jan 31

Jan 31, 2026 at 10:44 PM UTC

Songs 4 You

And then suddenly, All the R&B songs were about you. Every word, and every verse, Is a Reminder of you. Suddenly, The lyrics by the scientist are for you. We didn’t need a love song, But a haiku is perfect to summarize us 2. And Maybe, If we weren’t on Different Pages, The sessions wouldn’t play to mourn you. I wouldn’t have to Note to Self, The crime it is to fall in love, After my heart is Burned Blue from you, I wouldn’t dream to be a fool, Remaining ignorant to your bittersweet entrapment, Luring me to your flame, And then you fire Praying to be Higher, Than the heart ache, So I won’t wait, If the world were to end tomorrow. Pretending that Nothing Even Matters, When it Hurts So Bad, Like Everything wasn’t Everything, And we weren’t made to last forever. I walk away with Open Arms, Since moving on is just The Way Life Goes. I Gotta Find Peace of Mind, And it’s impossible when you linger around mine, Especially, When Suddenly, All the R&B songs are about you.

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We didn’t even need a poem, Everything about us was just so wrong, We ignored our incompatibility so much we convinced ourselves that we were a nice love song. I chalked your immaturity up to you not being a romantic, And your secrecy to trust issues from past injuries, I let you persuade me that my insecurities weren’t valid, And your lack of affection was synchronized with your effort, which is why we never held hands. You were never good to me. I learned my lesson. You had discretion it was really just disrespect, I hated the connection but the golds on the dresser made sense. I’ve cut out my passionate aggressive ways, In hoping that you’d change, But it’s best that I listen to what the record says And we go our separate ways Cause you were never good at this. It’s obvious we had completely different motives. You preferred living fast, curls, and city girls, The least I could say is that I’m disappointed, But I’m not surprised they lead you astray. There’s nothing wrong, I just noticed, to have the world is not enough for you, You need mars in its place, We don’t deserve a love song. Or a poem. It took a slow song and slow dance in the snowstorm to realize we were just so wrong You were never good at romance, I couldn’t let go fast. We preferred the ignorance our love had. It was so wrong that it’s bogus, How we had different motives, But we were never good at this. No need to reconcile our differences, Cause we were never good at it anyway.

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Nov 10, 2025

Nov 10, 2025 at 10:30 AM UTC

Not Even Worth a Poem

We didn’t even need a poem, Everything about us was just so wrong, We ignored our incompatibility so much we convinced ourselves that we were a nice love song. I chalked your immaturity up to you not being a romantic, And your secrecy to trust issues from past injuries, I let you persuade me that my insecurities weren’t valid, And your lack of affection was synchronized with your effort, which is why we never held hands. You were never good to me. I learned my lesson. You had discretion it was really just disrespect, I hated the connection but the golds on the dresser made sense. I’ve cut out my passionate aggressive ways, In hoping that you’d change, But it’s best that I listen to what the record says And we go our separate ways Cause you were never good at this. It’s obvious we had completely different motives. You preferred living fast, curls, and city girls, The least I could say is that I’m disappointed, But I’m not surprised they lead you astray. There’s nothing wrong, I just noticed, to have the world is not enough for you, You need mars in its place, We don’t deserve a love song. Or a poem. It took a slow song and slow dance in the snowstorm to realize we were just so wrong You were never good at romance, I couldn’t let go fast. We preferred the ignorance our love had. It was so wrong that it’s bogus, How we had different motives, But we were never good at this. No need to reconcile our differences, Cause we were never good at it anyway.

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When a star falls from the sky, Another dreamer opens their eyes, A dream dies from the harsh realities of living, And a child figures out how to **** out life. When a star falls from the sky, A heart gains its final hurt, The world becomes a little more cold, Kindness becomes a little more rare, Humanity becomes a little more animal, And outside becomes more of a jungle. When a star falls from the sky, Tears fall from my eyes, As I watch the world turn cold, And evil tear us apart.

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Oct 27, 2025

Oct 27, 2025 at 10:06 AM UTC

When a Star Falls from the Sky

When a star falls from the sky, Another dreamer opens their eyes, A dream dies from the harsh realities of living, And a child figures out how to **** out life. When a star falls from the sky, A heart gains its final hurt, The world becomes a little more cold, Kindness becomes a little more rare, Humanity becomes a little more animal, And outside becomes more of a jungle. When a star falls from the sky, Tears fall from my eyes, As I watch the world turn cold, And evil tear us apart.

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I asked the girl with the pretty smile for a pen the other day in class. She laughed as she pulled out one black. And one blue. Then she switched the tops of the two, Making mine blue-black and hers black-blue. I watched her as the teacher yapped, Meticulously pulling apart and reconstructing them with delicate ease. She smiled as she gave it to me, Gently dropping it in my hand and turning her back to class. You could have it, She whispered to me. We matched, her black-blue pen and my blue-black, I gave her a pencil in place of what I took from her, She shook her head, Telling me to keep my pencil and her black-blue pen. I wanted to give her more, but, I wasn’t ready to give up the red-black pen just yet. I fear I’ve lost more than just the blue to my black pen. Her doe eyes no longer meet mine after she found my red-black pen. Her laughter is now silent, And her notes are now in pencil. I haven’t seen her black-blue pen when I use my blue-black every now, then, and again.

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Oct 26, 2025

Oct 26, 2025 at 9:18 PM UTC

Black-Blue Pen

I asked the girl with the pretty smile for a pen the other day in class. She laughed as she pulled out one black. And one blue. Then she switched the tops of the two, Making mine blue-black and hers black-blue. I watched her as the teacher yapped, Meticulously pulling apart and reconstructing them with delicate ease. She smiled as she gave it to me, Gently dropping it in my hand and turning her back to class. You could have it, She whispered to me. We matched, her black-blue pen and my blue-black, I gave her a pencil in place of what I took from her, She shook her head, Telling me to keep my pencil and her black-blue pen. I wanted to give her more, but, I wasn’t ready to give up the red-black pen just yet. I fear I’ve lost more than just the blue to my black pen. Her doe eyes no longer meet mine after she found my red-black pen. Her laughter is now silent, And her notes are now in pencil. I haven’t seen her black-blue pen when I use my blue-black every now, then, and again.

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A love unknown hurts, Love in limerence hurts more, Solitude hurts most.

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Oct 17, 2025

Oct 17, 2025 at 1:18 AM UTC

Levels of Solitude

A love unknown hurts, Love in limerence hurts more, Solitude hurts most.

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What of a love unspoken? A mutual feeling, both parties are too scared to name? Can it live without a title? Or will it cause pain if claimed? What is a love unspoken? Deep conversations in the dead of night, The moonlight revealing the man under the bravado. Something with slight glances, And smiles, His words are truth, A reflection of him, The best of him, And his love, Unspoken, Where in this moment, Love is enough for him to give, And nothing even matters outside the world that we’ve created. What of our love unspoken? Are all your actions intentional to keep this sacred thing going? Can it continue to bloom in secrecy when the world attempts to spoil it? What of our love unspoken? Will a title to this unknown love halt the growth of something beautiful? Will it die as heartbreak, and named? Left to the wind to rot in silence, As we pretend that nothing happened with halfhearted, unimpressed glances? What of this love unspoken? Untitled but noticed Simple yet wonderful And to my knowledge Final I know that love is complicated, But my heart speaks with honesty on this bond formed in secrecy, It's truth when I say our hearts were destined one day to be, What of a love unspoken?

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Jun 12, 2025

Jun 12, 2025 at 8:37 PM UTC

What of a Love Unspoken? (Response to Pac)

What of a love unspoken? A mutual feeling, both parties are too scared to name? Can it live without a title? Or will it cause pain if claimed? What is a love unspoken? Deep conversations in the dead of night, The moonlight revealing the man under the bravado. Something with slight glances, And smiles, His words are truth, A reflection of him, The best of him, And his love, Unspoken, Where in this moment, Love is enough for him to give, And nothing even matters outside the world that we’ve created. What of our love unspoken? Are all your actions intentional to keep this sacred thing going? Can it continue to bloom in secrecy when the world attempts to spoil it? What of our love unspoken? Will a title to this unknown love halt the growth of something beautiful? Will it die as heartbreak, and named? Left to the wind to rot in silence, As we pretend that nothing happened with halfhearted, unimpressed glances? What of this love unspoken? Untitled but noticed Simple yet wonderful And to my knowledge Final I know that love is complicated, But my heart speaks with honesty on this bond formed in secrecy, It's truth when I say our hearts were destined one day to be, What of a love unspoken?

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When will you let go? Your love is like a thorny rose. Love means letting go.

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May 28, 2025

May 28, 2025 at 2:06 PM UTC

Thorns

When will you let go? Your love is like a thorny rose. Love means letting go.

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Mr. Bag Man, Let go of your rucksack. There’s only one carryon the bus will let you carry on, Those bags will only slow you down, My hand is here to pull you out, Of the hurts from the past that haunt you. Bag man, You’ll hurt your back like that, Dragging all those bags behind you. Pack light. They’ll only get in your way, And make moving harder for you. Mr. Bag man, All you need is you. Let me guide you to, The new place designed for you. Those bags will crowd you space. Let go of them at a pace that works for you. Mr. Bag Man, Let go of those bags, You’ll miss your bus like that. If you can’t hurry up, She’ll leave you at this stop, with your stuff, And you can’t miss this bus, Another won’t wait for you. It’ll be hard. The past can hurt too much, But let her love guide you. Mr. Bag Man, Let it go, All you need is you, And her love, In this new place she’ll take you.

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May 25, 2025

May 25, 2025 at 11:52 AM UTC

Mr. Bag Man

Mr. Bag Man, Let go of your rucksack. There’s only one carryon the bus will let you carry on, Those bags will only slow you down, My hand is here to pull you out, Of the hurts from the past that haunt you. Bag man, You’ll hurt your back like that, Dragging all those bags behind you. Pack light. They’ll only get in your way, And make moving harder for you. Mr. Bag man, All you need is you. Let me guide you to, The new place designed for you. Those bags will crowd you space. Let go of them at a pace that works for you. Mr. Bag Man, Let go of those bags, You’ll miss your bus like that. If you can’t hurry up, She’ll leave you at this stop, with your stuff, And you can’t miss this bus, Another won’t wait for you. It’ll be hard. The past can hurt too much, But let her love guide you. Mr. Bag Man, Let it go, All you need is you, And her love, In this new place she’ll take you.

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Your love is strange Cold like winter's darkest nights, Hot like summer days

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May 20, 2025

May 20, 2025 at 10:44 PM UTC

Your Love