danna-sol - Hello Poetry

Rage has risen within me, For within this rage, fear finds no home. To endure, rooted deep within the inferno, For I am the architect of my fate, Carving through the scars of my past. May your prayers for my downfall and curses, Echo in deafening silence. My future is woven with threads of starlight and steel. Mercy? None do I know, Nor possess, For under no circumstance Do I surrender myself.

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Apr 20

Apr 20, 2026 at 10:01 PM UTC

The Rage with me

Rage has risen within me, For within this rage, fear finds no home. To endure, rooted deep within the inferno, For I am the architect of my fate, Carving through the scars of my past. May your prayers for my downfall and curses, Echo in deafening silence. My future is woven with threads of starlight and steel. Mercy? None do I know, Nor possess, For under no circumstance Do I surrender myself.

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Thy loathing of me is so strangely wrought… Nevertheless, even in death, I shall rise from my coffin, cloaked in ash, My form still heavy with earth’s embrace, To cast off thy disdain— And strike thee with a bouquet of odes: Words not adorned in worldly beauty, But steeped in the weight of burdened truth

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Apr 20

Apr 20, 2026 at 9:56 PM UTC

Odes and Graves

Thy loathing of me is so strangely wrought… Nevertheless, even in death, I shall rise from my coffin, cloaked in ash, My form still heavy with earth’s embrace, To cast off thy disdain— And strike thee with a bouquet of odes: Words not adorned in worldly beauty, But steeped in the weight of burdened truth

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All of a sudden, changes emerge I, as poet, age within time Where all my phrases grow muted Into the adult world Yesterday was Today is Tomorrow will be Or might not be Nevertheless, the future unfolds While the past is folded I found myself yearning for the past. Nevertheless, I chuckled, because in the past I was yearning for the future.

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Apr 14

Apr 14, 2026 at 4:19 PM UTC

Between Yesterday and Tomorrow

All of a sudden, changes emerge I, as poet, age within time Where all my phrases grow muted Into the adult world Yesterday was Today is Tomorrow will be Or might not be Nevertheless, the future unfolds While the past is folded I found myself yearning for the past. Nevertheless, I chuckled, because in the past I was yearning for the future.

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I Phrase A path that bears thy trace, Thy footsteps left behind. I Phrase A path where Thy love hath not settled For me. I Phrase A path where thee Devotest someone... That is not me... With a gentle smile, All I can do is see thee from afar— And chuckle. In this lifetime, I am the unrequested love.

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Sep 9, 2025

Sep 9, 2025 at 2:21 PM UTC

A Smile Beyond Reach

I Phrase A path that bears thy trace, Thy footsteps left behind. I Phrase A path where Thy love hath not settled For me. I Phrase A path where thee Devotest someone... That is not me... With a gentle smile, All I can do is see thee from afar— And chuckle. In this lifetime, I am the unrequested love.

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Whilst thou viewest thy existence As a whisper, I will be the ear To listen to thy whispers Among the sunrise and sunset. All I ever desired for myself Was to be thy person — to cherish thee.

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Sep 9, 2025

Sep 9, 2025 at 1:49 PM UTC

To Be Thy Stillness

Whilst thou viewest thy existence As a whisper, I will be the ear To listen to thy whispers Among the sunrise and sunset. All I ever desired for myself Was to be thy person — to cherish thee.

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Whilst the daylight Skates through these cherry skies, We all are yearning for the warmth of the breeze. And once again, the daylight Strokes my skin, Woven within the threads Of what remains—the final days Of summer… Soon, I'll find myself… Yearning… For flame—the August flame. Soon, my skies will yearn For your sunlight…

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Sep 9, 2025

Sep 9, 2025 at 12:44 PM UTC

Woven to the day light

Whilst the daylight Skates through these cherry skies, We all are yearning for the warmth of the breeze. And once again, the daylight Strokes my skin, Woven within the threads Of what remains—the final days Of summer… Soon, I'll find myself… Yearning… For flame—the August flame. Soon, my skies will yearn For your sunlight…

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From the village square, doors I've never knocked upon have closed. Their rage is no burden of mine to bear.

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Sep 8, 2025

Sep 8, 2025 at 7:09 PM UTC

Not my Rage

From the village square, doors I've never knocked upon have closed. Their rage is no burden of mine to bear.

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Merely a bonehead like myself can utter, "Pardon me..." For another fleeting life... Again, another agonizing memory, Clinging onto me like thorns in my soul. The fact that your presence cannot be witnessed It haunts me in whispers... The poison that was mine, thy lips kissed, And the pain you endure, myself hath to sow... Thy departure ... And once again, another fleeting life... Whilst the grief settles down once more, My mind is mentally pounded... Myself dare saith no more... For I am mentally absent once again...

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May 2, 2024

May 2, 2024 at 8:28 PM UTC

Fleeting Life

Merely a bonehead like myself can utter, "Pardon me..." For another fleeting life... Again, another agonizing memory, Clinging onto me like thorns in my soul. The fact that your presence cannot be witnessed It haunts me in whispers... The poison that was mine, thy lips kissed, And the pain you endure, myself hath to sow... Thy departure ... And once again, another fleeting life... Whilst the grief settles down once more, My mind is mentally pounded... Myself dare saith no more... For I am mentally absent once again...

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The vast distance stretches into infinity, Yet, I can sense the gentle movement of solitude, Shaping the breeze around my exhausted eyes… A poem called… You… I responded to the feeble utterance That you were long gone… And the poem… Became silent… The poem called you… Withdrew, to search for thee… You were completely unreachable… It only found… Your gravestone… With phrases engraved... ''My words were like… Hanging skeletons.. Left to arouse from the dead…"

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Jun 3, 2023

Jun 3, 2023 at 3:36 PM UTC

A Poem Called... You

The vast distance stretches into infinity, Yet, I can sense the gentle movement of solitude, Shaping the breeze around my exhausted eyes… A poem called… You… I responded to the feeble utterance That you were long gone… And the poem… Became silent… The poem called you… Withdrew, to search for thee… You were completely unreachable… It only found… Your gravestone… With phrases engraved... ''My words were like… Hanging skeletons.. Left to arouse from the dead…"

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The harmonious noise produced by precipitation, Delicately pelting the soil underneath... The petals are bursting to bloom, Inhale and exhale The sweet fragrance, Open the window, Send greetings to the arrival of the spring season, The melodious sound of birds singing can be heard, It's the wake up call that spring hath arrived...

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Jun 3, 2023

Jun 3, 2023 at 3:33 PM UTC

Spring's Arrival

The harmonious noise produced by precipitation, Delicately pelting the soil underneath... The petals are bursting to bloom, Inhale and exhale The sweet fragrance, Open the window, Send greetings to the arrival of the spring season, The melodious sound of birds singing can be heard, It's the wake up call that spring hath arrived...

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