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San 3h
With a compass of sheer curiosity, I roam,  
An oxymoron guiding me to unknown realms,  
Chasing the edge of a world that’s never shown,  
Looking for paradise at every place,
Only to find in the void, a blank space.

Each question a spark, a thread to unwind,  
But this thread, it tangles, no answers to find,  
In the labyrinth of thought, I'm lost, confined,  
Curiosity's compass, leading a confused mind.

In the edge of a cliff, I stand up straight.
I see a mirror, staring back at me is my own fate.
Reflecting not my face, but just my shadow,  
The more I chase the light, the more I grow hollow.

In a labyrinth of thoughts, where every twist and bend,  
Feels both familiar and foreign, a journey with no end.
In the tangled vines of confusion, making things worse,
Engulfed in this darkness, being one with the curse.

They see me as mysterious, a figure shrouded in mist,  
But I wander the same paths, where exits don’t exist.  
Chasing a ghost, an echo of who I thought I'd be,  
Yet finding only illusions, hopes that deceive me.

I search for something lost, that perhaps was never there,  
A fleeting dream, a whisper, dissolving in the air.  
Endlessly I walk, seeking what I cannot see,  
A labyrinth of my making, where I’m never found to be.
Ivan 21h
if ever there was a morning called glory
it'd be an angel's whisper of your name
softly blowing dawn's early dew
onto red orchids

the whisper honoring...

y
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u
Beneath this stone, a light once shone,
A son laid down, the battles won.
In tender arms, a dream to hold,
A mother's heart, forever cold.

Though time may pass and shadows creep,
In memories bright, your spirit keeps.
Each whispered word, each silent prayer,
In every tear, you linger there.

No path more cruel than this we tread,
For parents mourn the child who’s fled.
Yet love remains, a guiding light,
In darkest hours, your soul takes flight.

So here we stand, our hearts entwined,
In grief, in love, forever bind.
Though life's cruel twist has sought to part,
You live forever in our heart.
For naǧí in response to Your Last Words
Vianne Lior Feb 9
Her name was a whisper,
drowned in the noise of my thoughts—
I could almost hear it,
but never quite enough.
In the hush of winds,
secrets unfold, Whispers carried on currents, untold.
Gentle voices, like echoes through time,
Speak of lives lived, in prose and rhyme.
Each rustling leaf, a chapter's refrain, People's stories etched upon the plain.
An open hall where prayers resound, Their sacred echoes, forever unbound.
The wind a messenger, weaves its tale, Of love, loss, and dreams that sail.
And as it rushes, then slows its flight, It carries our histories into the night.
Wind’s hold memories, ageless and uncouth.
In their soft murmur, ancient and free, Lies the essence of what once used to be.
Maria Jan 16
I’m hearing your whisper in my eyes.
Afraid of frighten off, and touching lightly.
My eyes are closed, my lips are thrilled.
And I’m immersing in your whisper irrevocably.

I am immersing in your breath in full.
It’s covering my skin so temptingly and softly
How painful is the waiting, dumb in full.
I’m destroying me in it full-on and clumsy.

I’m feeling how my body’s softening.
My feet become just like a cotton.
My mind is silent. And it doesn’t care.
I’m walking all alone whence no return.

I am immersing in you, I’m almost dying
You are so glamorous and you’re mine…
I am immersing, I’m confessing standing here,
And I don’t care what will happen in a while.
One more poem is about love again...
Mysty Monroe Jan 16
Having a Voice
Having the knowledge
They don't listen to me.
Why don't you listen
I shout in silence
Oh Why
They hear a whisper
I am standing up for myself.
With every ounce of passion
I fight through the noise.
U will hear me
I'm not to be ignored
I'm breaking down these walls
They say I'm crazy
I am a little insane
I see, I do feel, who even cares
My voice will be heard
They see, but don't feel
I know, I do feel, who even cares
My voice will be heard
Do you know where
I am from?
This is how I felt through my childhood to adulthood
Madeon Jan 14
Dreams whisper softly,
Stars fall like tears,
Hearts beat wildly,
Love conquers fears,
Hope blooms eternal,
Time heals scars,
Forever ours.
polina Dec 2024
A yearning swallowed softly,
In the wake of reality
Never dared to be dreamt -
It fades away, leaving whispers behind.

They follow me as I work, and
Gaze wistfully out of the misty window -
As I lay in my bed, tired
Dreaming softly of worlds (not my own).

Those whispers distract, daze,
Destroy - destroy my life, built so
Tirelessly with my sweat and despair.
How could I throw away all of this,
When I worked so hard to get it?

Those whispers, they answer -
You worked for it, yes,
but you never
Wanted it.
What is it that you want?

And my traitorous mind, it whispers
(no, screams) back -
Dew-dropped meadows, sunsets that
Burn like fallen gods;
Views that steal my breath, suffocate
Until no thoughts remain.

Awe that makes me breathless, paralyzed -
A beauty so vast it cannot be
Understood.
Dawns that rise with me, falling away
Like old skin, the sun raw
On my transformed self.

Oh, I know what I want.
Asher Nov 2024
Whispers in the breeze,
Leaves pirouette, gold and red,
Autumn sighs softly.
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