solaceandsorrow - Hello Poetry

I keep staring at the horizon like it owes me answers, but all it returns is silence, each passing day feels like standing on thin ice, like a winter lake held together by a breath of wind, and I fear the first step I take will crack the void open beneath me.

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May 9

May 9, 2026 at 8:22 AM UTC

solaceandsorrow

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I keep staring at the horizon like it owes me answers, but all it returns is silence, each passing day feels like standing on thin ice, like a winter lake held together by a breath of wind, and I fear the first step I take will crack the void open beneath me.

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Whether the weather is sunny and bright, Or gloomy and grumpy and lacking in light; Whether it pours like the sky sprung a leak, Or simmers and sizzles for week after week; Whether it drizzles a soft little song, Or thunderous tantrums go booming along; Whether there's frost on the windows and sill, Or sweat on the brow from the afternoon grill; Whether it's hail or a storm with some flair, Or breeze that tousles and tangles the hair; We'll bundle or fan, with a smile or a pout. We'll dance through it all, come rain or drought. So, weather the weather, however it goes, In sandals or boots or with frostbitten toes, We'll handle the hassle, the heat or the chill, The weather's got mood swings but we've got the will!

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Jul 23, 2025

Jul 23, 2025 at 7:35 PM UTC

solaceandsorrow

Weather's Mood Swings

Whether the weather is sunny and bright, Or gloomy and grumpy and lacking in light; Whether it pours like the sky sprung a leak, Or simmers and sizzles for week after week; Whether it drizzles a soft little song, Or thunderous tantrums go booming along; Whether there's frost on the windows and sill, Or sweat on the brow from the afternoon grill; Whether it's hail or a storm with some flair, Or breeze that tousles and tangles the hair; We'll bundle or fan, with a smile or a pout. We'll dance through it all, come rain or drought. So, weather the weather, however it goes, In sandals or boots or with frostbitten toes, We'll handle the hassle, the heat or the chill, The weather's got mood swings but we've got the will!

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I’m tired of loving like a dog— all wide-eyed loyalty, waiting, tail wagging for a love that lingers just out of reach. Tired of chasing footsteps that never turn back, of curling at your feet only to be kicked away. I fetch your affection, drop it at your feet, but you throw it further each time. I was born with teeth, with a growl in my throat, yet I soften myself to fit in your hands. No more. Let me love like the wind— wild, unchained, touching only those who welcome the storm.

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solaceandsorrow

Apr 3, 2025

Apr 3, 2025 at 7:37 PM UTC

poetriesgrave

Tired of Loving Like a Dog

I’m tired of loving like a dog— all wide-eyed loyalty, waiting, tail wagging for a love that lingers just out of reach. Tired of chasing footsteps that never turn back, of curling at your feet only to be kicked away. I fetch your affection, drop it at your feet, but you throw it further each time. I was born with teeth, with a growl in my throat, yet I soften myself to fit in your hands. No more. Let me love like the wind— wild, unchained, touching only those who welcome the storm.

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you were the night, a cold, endless night. a quiet weight that settled over everything, pressing down on the edges of my world, until each step was a struggle, as if gravity conspired to keep me still. the stars, though present, offer no solace. their dim lights flicker with uncertainty, as if the night itself is losing hope. each twinkle now felt like a whisper of things slipping away, as the brightest seems to be on the verge of fading into nothing. but still, i waited. i waited because the faint glow on the horizon felt like a promise. and i told myself that i could endure the dark if it meant seeing the light. the hours stretched, unyielding, each moment dragged slower than the last. i held my breath, counting the seconds, only to find that time had betrayed me— the dawn never came. somewhere in the stillness, i realized the truth: the night was not meant to end. it would linger, unbroken, swallowing hope in its quiet expanse. the cold crept in, not sudden, not sharp— 'twas a slow, deliberate ache that settled into the crevices of my bones, a chill i could never escape. was it my faith for tomorrow's morning that made the darkness so vast, or had i been destined to lose myself in the shadows? i'll never know. but here, in the heart of the longest night, i learned that some battles aren’t meant to be won. some lights fade because they must, and a deafening silence exists to be a reminder of what it means to ache. and now, as the cold breeze whispers through me, i don’t wait for the sun anymore. i’ve learned that not all endings are warm, some simply disappear, like a sigh into the void.

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Feb 28, 2025

Feb 28, 2025 at 7:26 AM UTC

solaceandsorrow

my december solstice

you were the night, a cold, endless night. a quiet weight that settled over everything, pressing down on the edges of my world, until each step was a struggle, as if gravity conspired to keep me still. the stars, though present, offer no solace. their dim lights flicker with uncertainty, as if the night itself is losing hope. each twinkle now felt like a whisper of things slipping away, as the brightest seems to be on the verge of fading into nothing. but still, i waited. i waited because the faint glow on the horizon felt like a promise. and i told myself that i could endure the dark if it meant seeing the light. the hours stretched, unyielding, each moment dragged slower than the last. i held my breath, counting the seconds, only to find that time had betrayed me— the dawn never came. somewhere in the stillness, i realized the truth: the night was not meant to end. it would linger, unbroken, swallowing hope in its quiet expanse. the cold crept in, not sudden, not sharp— 'twas a slow, deliberate ache that settled into the crevices of my bones, a chill i could never escape. was it my faith for tomorrow's morning that made the darkness so vast, or had i been destined to lose myself in the shadows? i'll never know. but here, in the heart of the longest night, i learned that some battles aren’t meant to be won. some lights fade because they must, and a deafening silence exists to be a reminder of what it means to ache. and now, as the cold breeze whispers through me, i don’t wait for the sun anymore. i’ve learned that not all endings are warm, some simply disappear, like a sigh into the void.

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Three years of love, now cast away, A fleeting dream that couldn’t stay To me, those moments felt sublime, Yet you see them as a wasted time.

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Nov 22, 2024

Nov 22, 2024 at 1:49 AM UTC

solaceandsorrow

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Three years of love, now cast away, A fleeting dream that couldn’t stay To me, those moments felt sublime, Yet you see them as a wasted time.

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There is freedom in isolation, in being idle and invisible, where one could sit in muteness, swim widely in dusk and ask, "Am I really here, if no one is around to see?" A different kind of suicide There is pleasure in being a shadow, in pretending you don't exist, to avoid acting like you do Solitude isn't a time for me to let myself free but rather a time to free myself from who I am Outside the confinement of company, I am anyone and anything, I am someone else, somewhere else I am alive, but I am no one I am alone a.r.

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solaceandsorrow

Oct 26, 2024

Oct 26, 2024 at 5:29 PM UTC

averqe

solitude

There is freedom in isolation, in being idle and invisible, where one could sit in muteness, swim widely in dusk and ask, "Am I really here, if no one is around to see?" A different kind of suicide There is pleasure in being a shadow, in pretending you don't exist, to avoid acting like you do Solitude isn't a time for me to let myself free but rather a time to free myself from who I am Outside the confinement of company, I am anyone and anything, I am someone else, somewhere else I am alive, but I am no one I am alone a.r.

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Derail your anxious train of thought Open your inner spirit And enter the dream corridor like a leaf from a tree in its dying season Coma come quiet Airless linger delight Sacrificial pasts give you the power to leave places The world won't get better but you will

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solaceandsorrow

Oct 11, 2024

Oct 11, 2024 at 9:32 PM UTC

Carlo-C-Gomez

The Shaping of a Helpless Joy

Derail your anxious train of thought Open your inner spirit And enter the dream corridor like a leaf from a tree in its dying season Coma come quiet Airless linger delight Sacrificial pasts give you the power to leave places The world won't get better but you will

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Head's heavy, eyes can't open wide Cramps twist like a knot inside, But sleep's a dream I am denied.

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Aug 26, 2024