meryem_ - Hello Poetry

She always knows what I’m thinking, Yet there is one thing she'll never know, I know what she's feeling, And I know there is one thing, she'll never feel. But when she looks me in the eyes, Each morning before school, While we watch the sunrise, All my hopes and dreams revive, All my paintings look like her, Oh, all I can think of is her. I wish I could tell her tonight, Without the fear of losing her, She has conquered my mind, She is who I love.

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Feb 10

Feb 10, 2026 at 3:44 PM UTC

What she doesn't know

She always knows what I’m thinking, Yet there is one thing she'll never know, I know what she's feeling, And I know there is one thing, she'll never feel. But when she looks me in the eyes, Each morning before school, While we watch the sunrise, All my hopes and dreams revive, All my paintings look like her, Oh, all I can think of is her. I wish I could tell her tonight, Without the fear of losing her, She has conquered my mind, She is who I love.

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Die Nacht rückt immer näher, Sie legt sich langsam auf den Tag, die Sonne wirkt auf einmal schwer, und hält sich auf dem Himmel kaum, gebannt schauen Menschen zu, wie sie nun endlich untergeht, den Himmel gold und rot verfärbt, Spektakel, das sich wiederholt, ein jedes Mal die Sonne geht, ein jedes Mal, sie wieder steht.

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Oct 21, 2025

Oct 21, 2025 at 4:57 AM UTC

Sonnenuntergang

Die Nacht rückt immer näher, Sie legt sich langsam auf den Tag, die Sonne wirkt auf einmal schwer, und hält sich auf dem Himmel kaum, gebannt schauen Menschen zu, wie sie nun endlich untergeht, den Himmel gold und rot verfärbt, Spektakel, das sich wiederholt, ein jedes Mal die Sonne geht, ein jedes Mal, sie wieder steht.

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To all my never-finished poems, don't think you are of less worth, because I gave up on you, I couldn’t keep writing, not because I didn’t care, but because, there wasn't more to say. To all my never-finished poems, you carry so many thoughts of mine, so many ideas that once seemed great. So much pain, because I didn't know, what I was supposed to write, so the best thing to do, was to let go. Maybe that's how you are meant to be, just a concept, never completed. Perhaps that's just the way it is, I can't force you, can't force a poem.

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Apr 25, 2025

Apr 25, 2025 at 9:58 AM UTC

To my never-finished poems

To all my never-finished poems, don't think you are of less worth, because I gave up on you, I couldn’t keep writing, not because I didn’t care, but because, there wasn't more to say. To all my never-finished poems, you carry so many thoughts of mine, so many ideas that once seemed great. So much pain, because I didn't know, what I was supposed to write, so the best thing to do, was to let go. Maybe that's how you are meant to be, just a concept, never completed. Perhaps that's just the way it is, I can't force you, can't force a poem.

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Apologies, Just words, Words anyone could say. Did you really mean it? You say you did, but why did you do it again? Please don't say sorry, While pretending to feel regret. Thinking after just one word, Everything will be fine, That three simple words, Will change how I see you now. But I can't. How are words supposed to erase The pain, tears, and scars, already made?

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Feb 2, 2025

Feb 2, 2025 at 6:19 PM UTC

Apologies

Apologies, Just words, Words anyone could say. Did you really mean it? You say you did, but why did you do it again? Please don't say sorry, While pretending to feel regret. Thinking after just one word, Everything will be fine, That three simple words, Will change how I see you now. But I can't. How are words supposed to erase The pain, tears, and scars, already made?

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