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Shiva Chauhan Jun 22
Isn't the sunrise lovely:
"I still love you, but I won’t hold you back."

It captures that quiet ache of letting go with grace. The sunrise here symbolises acceptance, the start of a day without them, and the painful beauty of moving forward.

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We were talking, we were laughing,
We walked down the street together,
Looked up at the sky, shining,
Isn't the moon lovely, my forever?

It's hard to keep love a secret, for sure,
Yet I chose not to tell your eyes divine,
For your worth is inestimable, mon amour,
I'm dying to hold your hands and call you mine.

You make me complete, you're my home,
Your aroma, your gestures, your spark, oh so sweet,
With you, I find solace, never to roam,
Your presence, my sanctuary, is all I need.
In quiet moments, with you, everything feels like home.
Natalie Jun 17
Let this poem be a joke
Filled with mischief and racoons
Giggles in the dark
Catching their breath like twin butterflies
Under the moon

As I lean my head on your shoulder
And whisper silly wisdoms
Into your ear
I almost believe myself
To be capable of
Something like nonchalance
But I never am.

Serenity is a wave reaching shore
In the moments I accept
That you are a secret
I will never solve completely
And that is alright.

With sea-sand between my teeth
I mumble your name
And lay it in the waves
Latch it onto water-drops
For another one to taste.

Mine is
Peace once again
Sometimes all you can do is to let go
You looked at him...
Is the way I wished you'd see me,
yet I stood still for a silent memory.

Each step your took...
So my heart withdrew,
Fo I watching you love him,
the way I love you.
I hate this feeling, not you
Zywa Jun 7
Please hurry, help me,

I'm craving for attention --


Tell me a secret!
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evangeline May 1
Spring is all I know
The only secret I keep
The season of truth
When your shadow touches mine,
that's the closest our souls ever get.

Lovers only from a distance,
lovers only in a daydream.

Our eyes play chase through the hallways,
a constant tag of exchanged looks
from you to me.

Pretend not to notice,
pretend not to care.

But I see you,
and sometimes I think you see me too.

You are the secret sigh,
the secret whisper of my heart.

Imaginary you smiles,
imaginary me believes it meant something.

I build a whole world in my head,
where you reach out,
where you choose me,
where you don't even hesitate.

But the truth is—
you don't know me.
You probably never will.

And all of this,
all of this ache,
all of this hope,
is something I made up.

So I’ll smile across the room,
catch your eye for a second,
and let the dream live a little longer.
This is a poem about a hallway crush, where you have a deep loning for a person who frankly, doesn't exist
Shawn Oen Apr 24
In the Eyes of God

She brought me here with love so wide,
To stand with her, to be my guide.
But first—these pews, this sacred place,
Where I must reckon, seek some grace.

RCIA on Thursday nights,
Learning saints and candle lights.
I followed faith I didn’t know,
Just to be hers, to let love grow.

One evening, quiet in his room,
I met the priest—no fire, no gloom.
Father Lybarger, calm and still,
He asked me gently, “What you will?”

I said, “There’s something I still bear—
A weight too deep for just a prayer.
I wore the flag, I did my part…
But I’ve killed a man. And it scars my heart.”

His silence wasn’t cold or long,
But measured, like a sacred song.
“You served,” he said. “You carried flame.
But war, my son, is not your shame.”

“It was duty,” I said. “Orders, battle—
But still I see his face, and more.
Can I stand before the Lord,
And vow a love I once ignored?”

He breathed, then nodded, soft and grave,
“God knows the burdens soldiers brave.
He sees the soul beneath the fight,
And walks with you through every night.

You didn’t choose to k ill in hate—
You served the world, you bore its weight.
Confess not guilt, but give your pain,
Let mercy wash you clean again.”

I left with tears that didn’t fall,
But sat behind my every wall.
And when she looked at me that night,
She saw me whole, and not the fight.

She asked me why I stayed behind,
What I had needed there to find.
I gave a smile, I made it small—
Said, “Just a talk, that’s all, that’s all.”

She searched my face, but didn’t press,
Just held my silence, nothing less.
She knew that something lived inside,
But let it wait—she let me hide.

For love like hers and grace like this,
Are forged through pain, not only bliss.
And when I say “I do” that day,
I’ll know what sacrifice can weigh.

I gave a life I can’t reclaim,
But God still whispers through my shame:
“You are not broken—just made new,
And worthy of the love in view.”

© 2025 Shawn Oen. All rights reserved.
Beneath the twilight’s soft embrace,
I wander through dreams of you—
A universe of fire and grace,
Where every star sings a love true.

Your eyes, like distant galaxies aglow,
Illuminate the corridors of my heart,
In every whispered breeze they bestow
A promise that we’ll never be apart.

Your voice, a river of tender notes,
Carries the secrets of the ancient skies,
Where love in every fleeting moment floats,
And time in your eternal presence lies.

In the garden of our shared desire,
Roses bloom with fervent, crimson fire,
Their petals drenched in passion’s refrain,
A symphony of longing, free of pain.

So let our souls entwine in endless flight,
A dance of shadows, light, and fervent grace,
For in this sacred, ever-blazing night,
Our love becomes the cosmos we embrace.
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