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Some days just drift and pass me by, ‎ Like someone wants to speak, but’s shy. ‎The words get lost, they slip away, ‎ And all that’s left is quiet dismay. ‎I hide my sadness deep and pall, ‎ Like treasures kept behind a wall. ‎Not to impress or make a show, ‎But just so no one has to know. ‎I look myself into the mirror sometimes, ‎And feel okay in little times. ‎ The weight I carry fades a bit, ‎ Just after this moment, I don’t quit. ‎ Maybe I’m still here, not gone, ‎Maybe I still can hold on. ‎I think that maybe, in this place, ‎Someone staring at my silent face. ‎That moments of mine I can’t describe, ‎ The emotions I feel stays always inside. The fruit is ripe upon the tree, ‎The time had moved on, and so had me. ‎ But still people throw their words like stones, ‎ Even though I stay kind, though I’m alone. ‎When silence stays, it fills emotion layer, ‎It wraps around me everywhere. ‎ It hums so loud, it mostly feels, ‎Like something inside me still heals. ‎Or maybe that’s just in my mind, ‎A hope I’ve left for me to find.
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Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 11:43 AM UTC
When Days Just Drift
Some days just drift and pass me by, ‎ Like someone wants to speak, but’s shy. ‎The words get lost, they slip away, ‎ And all that’s left is quiet dismay. ‎I hide my sadness deep and pall, ‎ Like treasures kept behind a wall. ‎Not to impress or make a show, ‎But just so no one has to know. ‎I look myself into the mirror sometimes, ‎And feel okay in little times. ‎ The weight I carry fades a bit, ‎ Just after this moment, I don’t quit. ‎ Maybe I’m still here, not gone, ‎Maybe I still can hold on. ‎I think that maybe, in this place, ‎Someone staring at my silent face. ‎That moments of mine I can’t describe, ‎ The emotions I feel stays always inside. The fruit is ripe upon the tree, ‎The time had moved on, and so had me. ‎ But still people throw their words like stones, ‎ Even though I stay kind, though I’m alone. ‎When silence stays, it fills emotion layer, ‎It wraps around me everywhere. ‎ It hums so loud, it mostly feels, ‎Like something inside me still heals. ‎Or maybe that’s just in my mind, ‎A hope I’ve left for me to find.
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23/M/India
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 11:43 AM UTC
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