Soul-in-poetry - Hello Poetry

I slowly melted Under the light of your gaze So soft like honey Draping down my head Into my ears and eyes It stings It hurts But I don't cry For nothing is more perfect than this night

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Apr 15

Apr 15, 2026 at 4:43 PM UTC

Soul-in-poetry

Perfect night

I slowly melted Under the light of your gaze So soft like honey Draping down my head Into my ears and eyes It stings It hurts But I don't cry For nothing is more perfect than this night

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If I was able to take flight I would never leave you I would just wait patiently Until you could fly too

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Apr 13

Apr 13, 2026 at 8:49 PM UTC

Soul-in-poetry

Waiting

If I was able to take flight I would never leave you I would just wait patiently Until you could fly too

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I watched a wasp drown It struggled around Gasping for air Struggling to swim Begging for life As it slowly died

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Apr 13

Apr 13, 2026 at 8:44 PM UTC

Soul-in-poetry

Dying wasp

I watched a wasp drown It struggled around Gasping for air Struggling to swim Begging for life As it slowly died

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Take a knife through my chest I'm bleeding red My body's too tense It's squeezing me dead

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Apr 13

Apr 13, 2026 at 8:39 PM UTC

Soul-in-poetry

A knife through my chest

Take a knife through my chest I'm bleeding red My body's too tense It's squeezing me dead

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It felt like a weighted blanket pressing against my chest My heart throbbing at its own expense. He lightens my soul with the sunshine in his eyes He weakens my legs, relaxes my bones Rocks me on a boat, ocean currents pushing slow I open my eyes and catch a glimpse of his face There’s a sparkle in the air, and a catch in my throat Fireworks in my heart, and daze in my eyes His face shines, so perfect, like a carving made of wood Smooth and polished ends, he’s more beautiful than the moon, The sky, and the earth combined. To, my first love

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Dec 15, 2025

Dec 15, 2025 at 12:22 PM UTC

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It felt like a weighted blanket pressing against my chest My heart throbbing at its own expense. He lightens my soul with the sunshine in his eyes He weakens my legs, relaxes my bones Rocks me on a boat, ocean currents pushing slow I open my eyes and catch a glimpse of his face There’s a sparkle in the air, and a catch in my throat Fireworks in my heart, and daze in my eyes His face shines, so perfect, like a carving made of wood Smooth and polished ends, he’s more beautiful than the moon, The sky, and the earth combined. To, my first love

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Beneath dying embers, lay an ash crusted heart– Full of shame and regret, full of pain and longing. For words unsaid, for feelings unmet. With a cool breeze, carrying memories of golden trees. For an idol tossed away, with his death as a claimed fate. I stood at the older boy’s bed, the man stood at mine. He said goodbye, not to the teenager but to me. He kissed the boy’s forehead, not for him but for me. He laid flowers for him, in honor of my name. With tears in our eyes, I’m set to be at rest, again. For this man now stands between the walls of sorrow and regret. He found nothing was wrong, yet nothing fit– with clothes overworn, with clothes too tight and small. In a picture frame life, Where there lived shades of gray but no brown, green, or blue. The older boy’s spirit drifted– I felt it, the man did too. I saw it on his face. Then my spirit flowed down the drain, I shone in the sky. Oh do you feel it? I live in the sun, I see me. He’s tired, he’s on the edge. He takes a breath, he sees me, he sees the teenage boy. I am me, The man is me, and the boy is me, and we lay dead. We wait to be reborn— Because soon the man too, will die. I wonder, will we ever breathe again?

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Sep 25, 2025

Sep 25, 2025 at 1:50 PM UTC

Soul-in-poetry

The words of a child who grew up

Beneath dying embers, lay an ash crusted heart– Full of shame and regret, full of pain and longing. For words unsaid, for feelings unmet. With a cool breeze, carrying memories of golden trees. For an idol tossed away, with his death as a claimed fate. I stood at the older boy’s bed, the man stood at mine. He said goodbye, not to the teenager but to me. He kissed the boy’s forehead, not for him but for me. He laid flowers for him, in honor of my name. With tears in our eyes, I’m set to be at rest, again. For this man now stands between the walls of sorrow and regret. He found nothing was wrong, yet nothing fit– with clothes overworn, with clothes too tight and small. In a picture frame life, Where there lived shades of gray but no brown, green, or blue. The older boy’s spirit drifted– I felt it, the man did too. I saw it on his face. Then my spirit flowed down the drain, I shone in the sky. Oh do you feel it? I live in the sun, I see me. He’s tired, he’s on the edge. He takes a breath, he sees me, he sees the teenage boy. I am me, The man is me, and the boy is me, and we lay dead. We wait to be reborn— Because soon the man too, will die. I wonder, will we ever breathe again?

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Droplets poor off my shoulders, Weights like boulders Staring through a window– I wish to see you Music blaring on a speaker Sunsets casting vibrant glows My hair is wet, there's sunshine in your eyes Will you dry me up before I have time to cry? The higher you are, the colder it gets On a mountain freezing to death Waiting for the sun to shine on its skin Rotting at the light's chosen expense The deeper in the ocean you go, The heavier the pressure hits My Brain will pound– your in too deep No escape, I'll either drown or ascend Grow me gills, Or I'll forget how to breath Give me warmth, Or I'll freeze

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Sep 3, 2025

Sep 3, 2025 at 2:03 PM UTC

Soul-in-poetry

how life is, with you

Droplets poor off my shoulders, Weights like boulders Staring through a window– I wish to see you Music blaring on a speaker Sunsets casting vibrant glows My hair is wet, there's sunshine in your eyes Will you dry me up before I have time to cry? The higher you are, the colder it gets On a mountain freezing to death Waiting for the sun to shine on its skin Rotting at the light's chosen expense The deeper in the ocean you go, The heavier the pressure hits My Brain will pound– your in too deep No escape, I'll either drown or ascend Grow me gills, Or I'll forget how to breath Give me warmth, Or I'll freeze

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All these emotions— They swirl around me Like flower petals falling from a tree Only, I hope these are seeds So that Instead of hitting the ground and rotting away It’ll sprout and grow Becoming something beautiful— A connection between you and me Like a wisteria tree becoming a twin to a delonix regia Fire and love Hate and passion Connected and tied together in these roots In these complicated branches Did you know, That inosculation trees, Tend to have better survival in the wild? They work together to support one another Sharing nutrients Providing stability Sometime they look as if they are growing from the same trunk, Or like they’re entwined, forever together Don’t you think twin trees, Are like twin flames? Don’t you think, They are like you and me?

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Jun 2, 2025

Jun 2, 2025 at 6:54 PM UTC

Soul-in-poetry

Twin Trees

All these emotions— They swirl around me Like flower petals falling from a tree Only, I hope these are seeds So that Instead of hitting the ground and rotting away It’ll sprout and grow Becoming something beautiful— A connection between you and me Like a wisteria tree becoming a twin to a delonix regia Fire and love Hate and passion Connected and tied together in these roots In these complicated branches Did you know, That inosculation trees, Tend to have better survival in the wild? They work together to support one another Sharing nutrients Providing stability Sometime they look as if they are growing from the same trunk, Or like they’re entwined, forever together Don’t you think twin trees, Are like twin flames? Don’t you think, They are like you and me?

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I looked around mindlessly Just minding my own business Then I realized Everyone else was wearing shorts So why did he tell me to change out of mine, Just because it’s “cold”? “Oh,” I think to myself, “He’s ashamed of me.” It was kind of odd because I didn’t feel anything at that However, at the same time, I never want to show another part of me again My skin just feels a bit too tight— Ever since that realization.

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Jun 1, 2025

Jun 1, 2025 at 7:55 PM UTC

Soul-in-poetry

The realization (A vent)

I looked around mindlessly Just minding my own business Then I realized Everyone else was wearing shorts So why did he tell me to change out of mine, Just because it’s “cold”? “Oh,” I think to myself, “He’s ashamed of me.” It was kind of odd because I didn’t feel anything at that However, at the same time, I never want to show another part of me again My skin just feels a bit too tight— Ever since that realization.

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Flower petals fall A sweet reminder of death Of how a flower– Is slowly rotting away, The second it grows petals

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May 19, 2025

May 19, 2025 at 7:46 AM UTC

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Blossoming death

Flower petals fall A sweet reminder of death Of how a flower– Is slowly rotting away, The second it grows petals

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