isaacjude - Hello Poetry

If that gem lay there before you the one you never knew you needed if it shimmered would you not reach to make it your own If it sparkled, just enough to lift your heart from where it sank if it was there would you turn away for lack of reason Would you tell yourself it’s not for you not meant, not earned, not real that some hands are made to hold beauty and yours are not among them Would you fear it might fade in your grasp or that you would break it smear the shine with doubt taint the treasure by wanting it too much Or would you kneel not with greed but with wonder fingers trembling, heart split open and take it gently like it had been waiting for you all along

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May 14, 2025

May 14, 2025 at 8:26 AM UTC

The Gem - Revisited

If that gem lay there before you the one you never knew you needed if it shimmered would you not reach to make it your own If it sparkled, just enough to lift your heart from where it sank if it was there would you turn away for lack of reason Would you tell yourself it’s not for you not meant, not earned, not real that some hands are made to hold beauty and yours are not among them Would you fear it might fade in your grasp or that you would break it smear the shine with doubt taint the treasure by wanting it too much Or would you kneel not with greed but with wonder fingers trembling, heart split open and take it gently like it had been waiting for you all along

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I still recall the altar’s glow, The incense thick with whispered grace. I swung the smoke in practiced flow, A boy who knew his sacred place. Some ties are silent, undefined, Not marked by vows or chapel walls. Yet still they weigh upon the mind, A yearning wrapped in sacred calls. I question God, yet hold Him near, Though reason pulls me from that shore. My heart believes through doubt and fear, And aches for truths I can't ignore. So let me speak what priests won’t bless, That love, when real, still feels divine. And maybe God, in quietness, Still lights a candle next to mine.

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Apr 25, 2025

Apr 25, 2025 at 7:07 AM UTC

A Silenced Psalm

I still recall the altar’s glow, The incense thick with whispered grace. I swung the smoke in practiced flow, A boy who knew his sacred place. Some ties are silent, undefined, Not marked by vows or chapel walls. Yet still they weigh upon the mind, A yearning wrapped in sacred calls. I question God, yet hold Him near, Though reason pulls me from that shore. My heart believes through doubt and fear, And aches for truths I can't ignore. So let me speak what priests won’t bless, That love, when real, still feels divine. And maybe God, in quietness, Still lights a candle next to mine.

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They called my name and wore it thin, A borrowed cloth against my skin. Each word I spoke, each hand I shook, Felt stolen from some braver book, A mask too tight to fit within. Applause became a kind of curse, Each cheer, a verse I must rehearse. Smile, nod, and hide the hollow eyes, Clutch gilded trophies with dry sighs While doubt wrote chapters even worse. I learned to laugh, to play along, To hum their praises like a song. But every crown sat loose and wrong, As if they’d catch me before long, A jester faking he belongs. And when the night stretched sharp and black, I traced the cracks along my back. This borrowed life, this patchwork skin A quiet fraud, too loud to win, Too full of ghosts to send them back. Yet here I stand, unmasked, unmade, A tattered soul they can't evade. I own the cracks, I claim the scar, I wander listless, yet still I spar I am the blade they never stayed.

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Apr 25, 2025

Apr 25, 2025 at 6:54 AM UTC

Imposter Prayer

They called my name and wore it thin, A borrowed cloth against my skin. Each word I spoke, each hand I shook, Felt stolen from some braver book, A mask too tight to fit within. Applause became a kind of curse, Each cheer, a verse I must rehearse. Smile, nod, and hide the hollow eyes, Clutch gilded trophies with dry sighs While doubt wrote chapters even worse. I learned to laugh, to play along, To hum their praises like a song. But every crown sat loose and wrong, As if they’d catch me before long, A jester faking he belongs. And when the night stretched sharp and black, I traced the cracks along my back. This borrowed life, this patchwork skin A quiet fraud, too loud to win, Too full of ghosts to send them back. Yet here I stand, unmasked, unmade, A tattered soul they can't evade. I own the cracks, I claim the scar, I wander listless, yet still I spar I am the blade they never stayed.

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Am I crazy to fall for you? My soul, my being, Set ablaze At one sight of you. In these flames, I burn And yet I believe My haven Is me there with you Am I the fool rushing in? My heart leading In a daze Pulling me to you. Your heart I am yearning, The world to forget, Here I kneel My sanctum is you Am I a dead man walking? A loser still thinking he's got a chance. In the end, me with you. In restless unease, I am This is love, I know. Will you say; You love me too?

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Dec 5, 2022

Dec 5, 2022 at 9:31 AM UTC

Longing and Loving

Am I crazy to fall for you? My soul, my being, Set ablaze At one sight of you. In these flames, I burn And yet I believe My haven Is me there with you Am I the fool rushing in? My heart leading In a daze Pulling me to you. Your heart I am yearning, The world to forget, Here I kneel My sanctum is you Am I a dead man walking? A loser still thinking he's got a chance. In the end, me with you. In restless unease, I am This is love, I know. Will you say; You love me too?

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Letters on the parchment Some sweet to read, Others breeding misery Letters written with passion Some with love abound Scorn others carry Letters in the box Waiting their carrier Ink waiting to scream. Letters laid waste One tumble scattered A plash staking claim Letters lay there bleeding Unread by the reader Their designs lost, Incomplete.

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Apr 7, 2022

Apr 7, 2022 at 5:16 AM UTC

Letters Incomplete

Letters on the parchment Some sweet to read, Others breeding misery Letters written with passion Some with love abound Scorn others carry Letters in the box Waiting their carrier Ink waiting to scream. Letters laid waste One tumble scattered A plash staking claim Letters lay there bleeding Unread by the reader Their designs lost, Incomplete.

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This here drunk moon sets The bottle not to blame A feeble heart all but smitten

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Mar 28, 2022

Mar 28, 2022 at 5:44 AM UTC

Convo - Smitten (Haiku #24)