#aestheticpoetry - Hello Poetry

Silence isn’t empty, it speaks in its own way — of unspoken thoughts, and words we couldn’t say. It holds the weight of longing, the comfort of the near, the ache of distant memories, the truths we never hear. In silence, hearts are louder, their echoes linger deep, a language beyond voices, a promise we still keep.

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Dec 5, 2025

Dec 5, 2025 at 2:21 AM UTC

Arna_writes

The Language of Stillness

Silence isn’t empty, it speaks in its own way — of unspoken thoughts, and words we couldn’t say. It holds the weight of longing, the comfort of the near, the ache of distant memories, the truths we never hear. In silence, hearts are louder, their echoes linger deep, a language beyond voices, a promise we still keep.

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Under the sunlight, I am only a candle, shaking in the arms of the slightest breeze. It’s pretty, like youth they speak of in poems, but it never lands the same on me. Anger, comparison, insecurity, my heavy breath. Tears and these headphones are the only air I know how to breathe. Loving myself harder than teaching fire to bow to the earth. Gravity feels kinder than grace. Yet in the caves where no one remembers the way, I can still paint the dark in gold. I can still make the cold feel warm. I am needed. I am loved. Sometimes. So tell me do I give my light to this moment, spill every flame into the night, or keep it sleeping in my chest, fearing the day when morning arrives with a sun too cruel to touch, and a rain too tender to notice when it drowns me?

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Aug 7, 2025

Aug 7, 2025 at 7:38 AM UTC

Asuka

Under the sun, i’m just a candle

Under the sunlight, I am only a candle, shaking in the arms of the slightest breeze. It’s pretty, like youth they speak of in poems, but it never lands the same on me. Anger, comparison, insecurity, my heavy breath. Tears and these headphones are the only air I know how to breathe. Loving myself harder than teaching fire to bow to the earth. Gravity feels kinder than grace. Yet in the caves where no one remembers the way, I can still paint the dark in gold. I can still make the cold feel warm. I am needed. I am loved. Sometimes. So tell me do I give my light to this moment, spill every flame into the night, or keep it sleeping in my chest, fearing the day when morning arrives with a sun too cruel to touch, and a rain too tender to notice when it drowns me?

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Yellow crimson flowers floating in the breeze Translucent figures, colors cascading Like a jellyfish, contracting its form Green light escapes the air It's peppermint smell fills the leaves Multicolored reflections of warm whispers Suns rays evading the coarse earth Releasing negativity, unraveling peace Rhythmic harmonies and introspection Love and happiness beat from the rhythm It's center exudes soft petals of laugher and sweet memories Kissing the pain and salty tears Red jeans, vintage tee Distant figures in the park , bodies close childlike and free Red lips, crushed sassafras , pink sprinkles Vibrant pigment , covering the crevices The smell of old memories washed in satin and mosaic trinkets

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Mar 22, 2018

Mar 22, 2018 at 9:08 PM UTC

Kara_Angela

Crimson Flowers

Yellow crimson flowers floating in the breeze Translucent figures, colors cascading Like a jellyfish, contracting its form Green light escapes the air It's peppermint smell fills the leaves Multicolored reflections of warm whispers Suns rays evading the coarse earth Releasing negativity, unraveling peace Rhythmic harmonies and introspection Love and happiness beat from the rhythm It's center exudes soft petals of laugher and sweet memories Kissing the pain and salty tears Red jeans, vintage tee Distant figures in the park , bodies close childlike and free Red lips, crushed sassafras , pink sprinkles Vibrant pigment , covering the crevices The smell of old memories washed in satin and mosaic trinkets

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The light sang in her ears Sprightly, musical white light. The salt made her feet tingle Steaming, soothing salt. Glass drenched everything Twisting, summery glass. Soundful silence Rueful bliss Placid insanity

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Jun 24, 2017

Jun 24, 2017 at 4:34 AM UTC

jaebird236

Blanched

The light sang in her ears Sprightly, musical white light. The salt made her feet tingle Steaming, soothing salt. Glass drenched everything Twisting, summery glass. Soundful silence Rueful bliss Placid insanity

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