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You stood in the doorway, the storm in your hair
No words between us, just the cold in the air
Your eyes like the grey, just before it breaks
And I knew in that moment, what silence takes

Rain keeps the silence, falling like truth
Washing the footprints we left in our youth
I reach for the sky that won’t come again
You’re gone with the thunder, and I’m just the rain

The sky keeps on weeping, as if it knows
The ache in my chest where your shadow grows
I whispered your name but the wind turned away
Some feelings don’t leave, they just learn to stay

Turned away, turned away..

Rain keeps the silence, soft as your breath
Drenched in the memory of what’s been left
And if you should wonder why skies remain grey
It’s me in the downpour, fading away.

Fading away, turned away..
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A haunting reflection on love lost, silence unspoken, and memories that linger like rain. This poem captures the emotional weight of parting and the quiet grief that follows, not with anger, but with aching beauty.
Gabriel Yale Apr 21
He searches for a love that whispers to his head.
In his soul, a beacon burns, a longing for a life,
Where love is not a fleeting ghost, but real and true and bright,
A star to guide him through the endless, darkest night.

But lo! The gangs of chaos rise, their eyes ablaze with hate,
They seek to crush the seeker’s dream, to seal his tender fate.
With fists of iron and hearts of stone, they stand in his way,
Yet he will strive, with all his might, for love will find a way.

He will rise above the crowd, his vision clear and pure,
For love is not a simple prize, but a journey to endure.

And in the end, he knows that love will conquer all the strife,
Yet in its glow, he’ll find his way, his beacon, his true life.
Gabriel Yale Apr 13
Stars grow beneath the soil,
whispers rising from the roots
like memories returning home.
I breathe in truth,
slowly, like dawn.
I rise, I rise
the silence breaks
like waves in spring.
There stands a mountain
carved from freedom, veiled in wind,
alive with the songs of awakening.
Our eyes meet in courage,
our voices braided in light.
A Poem for the Awakening
Gabriel Yale Mar 13
No shortcuts, no bribes, just truth and skill,
Real-time data, a lab with will.
Clarity, trust, no hidden game,
Breaking the mold, redefining the name.
Gabriel Yale Mar 6
Let’s build bridges over the river of tears,
Let’s sow tomorrow in empty places.
Let the wind carry dreams far away,
A new world is born in our hearts.

Fate and time are in our hands,
The earth changes when I change.
When the light in our eyes has faded somewhere,
Let’s ignite a new flame in our hearts.
Gabriel Yale Mar 5
Oh, my love, I hear your call,
Through the storm, I’ll brave it all.
No wave too high, no night too long,
I’ll bring you home, I’ll keep you strong.

Through crashing foam and raging sky,
A ship with love will never die.
Hold on tight, don’t let go,
Feel my arms in the undertow.

Now you’re safe upon my deck,
Breathing soft against my neck.
The sea may rage, the stars may stray,
But love like ours won’t drift away.
Immerse yourself in the timeless beauty of "Unyielding Tides," a poem that captures the essence of enduring love and unwavering devotion. This heartfelt composition takes you on an emotional voyage through stormy seas and starry nights, reminding us that true love conquers all.
Gabriel Yale Jan 15
In Warsaw’s heart, I step inside,  
Old memories rush, I can’t hide.  
"My love," she smiles, "I’m glad you're here,"  
But I sigh, "I wish it were mine, my dear."  

The street outside, through glass so dim,  
I step out, the world feels grim.  
A crash - glass falls, she calls my name,  
"All’s well," I say, through bleeding pain.  

Her smile stays, my love remains.
This poem captures the deep nostalgia of returning to a past home, a place intertwined with past memories and emotions. The protagonist’s longing is not just for the home but for a time shared with someone special, a girl who represents both the past and the future. Though the pain is palpable, his desire to be with her and share this moment overrides it. The shattered glass symbolizes the delicate balance between vulnerability and love, where moments of joy are often tinged with unacknowledged hurt. In the end, his love for her remains constant, even as he hides his wounds in order to stay together.
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