#healingpoetry - Hello Poetry

The darkness takes me, rises and falls again. The tunnel opens and stretches along my path. An angel, perhaps you can stop me from my miserable fate. You are the light that accompanies me and manages to bring me back to the surface.

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Feb 2

Feb 2, 2026 at 4:00 PM UTC

Rory111

An angel by my side

The darkness takes me, rises and falls again. The tunnel opens and stretches along my path. An angel, perhaps you can stop me from my miserable fate. You are the light that accompanies me and manages to bring me back to the surface.

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Here's to the breakups sounding like squeaky brake pads — loud enough to warn you; too late to stop the damage. From sharing white tees and hang-ups, to both being stained by leftover kisses. My eyes like peeling wallpaper, drywall soaked in tears — Either cried too much or held back for too long. So I deleted you from my lockscreen and lost contact with myself. "New number, who’s this?" You used to be the first contact on top of my frequent list. Now when you first contact, it feels alien; first contact like UFO's. Unidentified feelings. I thought about ripping the brake pads off, and driving straight into a wall — higher than the ones you drove me up against. But you gave me the drive to become better. So thank you for the breakup. It broke me, just enough to rebuild with purpose. Gold in the cracks. Worth in the wounds. This is my Kintsugi.

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Jan 29

Jan 29, 2026 at 4:22 PM UTC

OddOdysseyPoet

Gold in the Cracks

Here's to the breakups sounding like squeaky brake pads — loud enough to warn you; too late to stop the damage. From sharing white tees and hang-ups, to both being stained by leftover kisses. My eyes like peeling wallpaper, drywall soaked in tears — Either cried too much or held back for too long. So I deleted you from my lockscreen and lost contact with myself. "New number, who’s this?" You used to be the first contact on top of my frequent list. Now when you first contact, it feels alien; first contact like UFO's. Unidentified feelings. I thought about ripping the brake pads off, and driving straight into a wall — higher than the ones you drove me up against. But you gave me the drive to become better. So thank you for the breakup. It broke me, just enough to rebuild with purpose. Gold in the cracks. Worth in the wounds. This is my Kintsugi.

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I woke up and the world was still Painted in yesterday’s shadows. My name, a whisper I barely answered. I counted the losses like bruises Each one a secret I wore under my clothes. You don’t wake up brave. You wake up empty. And sometimes, that’s enough. I made coffee with trembling hands, Opened the windows, let in October No one tells you the sky doesn’t change Just because someone broke your heart. No one tells you the sun will rise With or without your permission. So, I let the morning floor my room Like forgiveness, Let it paint all over the worlds I never said. I am still here, Even when I wish I wasn’t I am still here, And today, that’s the revolution

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Oct 28, 2025

Oct 28, 2025 at 11:40 AM UTC

darkgraffiti31

The Revolution

I woke up and the world was still Painted in yesterday’s shadows. My name, a whisper I barely answered. I counted the losses like bruises Each one a secret I wore under my clothes. You don’t wake up brave. You wake up empty. And sometimes, that’s enough. I made coffee with trembling hands, Opened the windows, let in October No one tells you the sky doesn’t change Just because someone broke your heart. No one tells you the sun will rise With or without your permission. So, I let the morning floor my room Like forgiveness, Let it paint all over the worlds I never said. I am still here, Even when I wish I wasn’t I am still here, And today, that’s the revolution

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My mind is a record skipping Old songs and broken dialogue Her laughter in the kitchen Her silence in the hallway The apology I never heard The goodbye I never gave I replay scenes in slow motion Rewind and rewatch every sigh Was this where it started to end? Was I too much, or not enough? Did she feel the tremor too or was it just me? Turning love over in my hands Like a stone I can’t put down Night keeps pressing in Questions blooming like wild vines I bargain with ghosts Promise tomorrow I’ll let it rest But morning comes And the ache stays Some songs don’t end; they just keep skipping in your head.

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Oct 28, 2025

Oct 28, 2025 at 11:35 AM UTC

darkgraffiti31

Broken Vinyls

My mind is a record skipping Old songs and broken dialogue Her laughter in the kitchen Her silence in the hallway The apology I never heard The goodbye I never gave I replay scenes in slow motion Rewind and rewatch every sigh Was this where it started to end? Was I too much, or not enough? Did she feel the tremor too or was it just me? Turning love over in my hands Like a stone I can’t put down Night keeps pressing in Questions blooming like wild vines I bargain with ghosts Promise tomorrow I’ll let it rest But morning comes And the ache stays Some songs don’t end; they just keep skipping in your head.

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"Words cannot express how much today meant to me. I can tell just how much effort you’ve put into these special days to really make me happy and feel loved, and I do. I feel so loved I guess that’s part of why I got so emotional because I have so much more to lose now and that’s scary. I love you so very much. You are my man. My everything and I adore you." Her words: proof that I mattered. At least on that December night.

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Sep 29, 2025

Sep 29, 2025 at 3:38 AM UTC

darkgraffiti31

18DEC2024

"Words cannot express how much today meant to me. I can tell just how much effort you’ve put into these special days to really make me happy and feel loved, and I do. I feel so loved I guess that’s part of why I got so emotional because I have so much more to lose now and that’s scary. I love you so very much. You are my man. My everything and I adore you." Her words: proof that I mattered. At least on that December night.

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I know I may sound cruel, but what I have now— peace, love, gratitude, abundance— cost me everything. Countless tears, endless nights in despair, asking myself: what am I doing with my life? I walked straight through the valley of the shadow of death, and survived. And now you want to rise from the ashes to shatter my peace? No. Never. Not here. You are rebuked. Here, you don’t enter.

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Oct 15, 2025

Oct 15, 2025 at 8:05 PM UTC

girlinflames

Here, You Don’t Enter

I know I may sound cruel, but what I have now— peace, love, gratitude, abundance— cost me everything. Countless tears, endless nights in despair, asking myself: what am I doing with my life? I walked straight through the valley of the shadow of death, and survived. And now you want to rise from the ashes to shatter my peace? No. Never. Not here. You are rebuked. Here, you don’t enter.

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When you remember of your old friends the friends who didn’t stand by you— when all you needed was space and safety to face your own fears and mistakes, remember the ones who did. The ones who fought for you. The ones who believed in you. Not by excusing your failures, but by handing you back the responsibility to live fully. Not stuck in the same routine— house, work, church— but alive, awake, choosing something more. Yes, some friendships ache. But it’s better to walk with those who lift you out of victimhood, than with the ones who would rather keep you right where you are.

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Oct 11, 2025

Oct 11, 2025 at 8:52 AM UTC

girlinflames

Those Who Stayed

When you remember of your old friends the friends who didn’t stand by you— when all you needed was space and safety to face your own fears and mistakes, remember the ones who did. The ones who fought for you. The ones who believed in you. Not by excusing your failures, but by handing you back the responsibility to live fully. Not stuck in the same routine— house, work, church— but alive, awake, choosing something more. Yes, some friendships ache. But it’s better to walk with those who lift you out of victimhood, than with the ones who would rather keep you right where you are.

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When you feel trapped in the past, remember why you walked away. They may have blocked you, hidden you, erased you— but wasn’t it you who begged for release? Yes, it’s sad. It was a friendship of years. But when the walls began to crumble, they chose the one who arrived later— not you. Not you, who was there from the start. Who gave sweat, blood, and tears to fuel their dreams. So don’t forget. It hurts now, but being alone is the better choice.

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Oct 2, 2025

Oct 2, 2025 at 11:25 AM UTC

girlinflames

Remember Why You Left

When you feel trapped in the past, remember why you walked away. They may have blocked you, hidden you, erased you— but wasn’t it you who begged for release? Yes, it’s sad. It was a friendship of years. But when the walls began to crumble, they chose the one who arrived later— not you. Not you, who was there from the start. Who gave sweat, blood, and tears to fuel their dreams. So don’t forget. It hurts now, but being alone is the better choice.

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they will tell you to stop to leave the ruins as they are but you know better— you gather the stones turn them into verses turn them into shelter roses can grow even in ash and sweetness can return to bitter days every scar you carry is not an ending it is an opening a seed pushing toward the sun legends are born this way not in perfection but in persistence so drink— from the fountain that flows for every thirsting soul and leave it running for those still coming

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Oct 9, 2025

Oct 9, 2025 at 8:38 PM UTC

girlinflames

the fountain of beginnings

they will tell you to stop to leave the ruins as they are but you know better— you gather the stones turn them into verses turn them into shelter roses can grow even in ash and sweetness can return to bitter days every scar you carry is not an ending it is an opening a seed pushing toward the sun legends are born this way not in perfection but in persistence so drink— from the fountain that flows for every thirsting soul and leave it running for those still coming

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who would have thought? isn’t that the girl from 103? she left that scoundrel, now lives on the east side. she should be the pretty girl with the ribbon bow, shining every day, dancing until her feet blister, getting ready with her friends, singing with joy, inking in red a silly smile on a boy’s cheek— not crying at nightfall, afraid of the monster. he’s already locked away, watching the sunrise through bars. but yours rises round, burning like fire— and tells anyone who dares to see: fear is no longer yours to keep. no man will ever again hold the power to make you suffer.

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Sep 25, 2025

Sep 25, 2025 at 8:12 AM UTC

girlinflames

Fear No Longer Yours

who would have thought? isn’t that the girl from 103? she left that scoundrel, now lives on the east side. she should be the pretty girl with the ribbon bow, shining every day, dancing until her feet blister, getting ready with her friends, singing with joy, inking in red a silly smile on a boy’s cheek— not crying at nightfall, afraid of the monster. he’s already locked away, watching the sunrise through bars. but yours rises round, burning like fire— and tells anyone who dares to see: fear is no longer yours to keep. no man will ever again hold the power to make you suffer.

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you will see his eyes and think it is love but the danger is we stay when we should leave a stone turns into a mountain do not give your love to empty hands

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Sep 21, 2025

Sep 21, 2025 at 5:56 PM UTC

girlinflames

to the girl after me

you will see his eyes and think it is love but the danger is we stay when we should leave a stone turns into a mountain do not give your love to empty hands

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I was five when my world cracked Hands that should have kept me safe Taught me shame before I knew how to spell it. My innocence stolen before my baby teeth could fall. At nine, the sky turned black. I watched my father leave this earth, not with a goodbye, but with a silence that still echoes in my bones to today. I did not know what grief was, only that I couldn’t find his arms when I needed them most. My mother’s love was never absent, but it felt like it was when i was, Pulled from her warmth into the house of a woman whose hands spoke in bruises, Whose love came with thorns. I learned to smile with broken teeth, To speak gently to survive storms That had my name carved in them. I stood so still... At twenty-nine, the ground shook again. Another thief, this time stealing the voice I had just begun to reclaim. Another act I did not ask for, Another night that left me hollow. I walked through the fire again, and this time, I didn’t die but oooh, how I burned. But here I am. Breathing. Still soft. Still kind. Still believing in love. Still reaching for light with hands that have known nothing but darkness. I am not the things that happened to me I am the voice I kept finding, even when silence tasted safer. I am the body I am learning to call home, even when the world keeps trying to evict me from it. Every year that I age, I defy death. Every breath I take, I defy silence. Every step I walk forward, I become my own Miracle. So here is to the girl who learned to raise herself and to the woman who is no longer apologizing for how loud she had to cry to be heard by God. Happy birthday, my beloved. You have survived a thousand endings. And still You rise.

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Aug 7, 2025

Aug 7, 2025 at 6:56 AM UTC

ECHO

The *** of Clay

I was five when my world cracked Hands that should have kept me safe Taught me shame before I knew how to spell it. My innocence stolen before my baby teeth could fall. At nine, the sky turned black. I watched my father leave this earth, not with a goodbye, but with a silence that still echoes in my bones to today. I did not know what grief was, only that I couldn’t find his arms when I needed them most. My mother’s love was never absent, but it felt like it was when i was, Pulled from her warmth into the house of a woman whose hands spoke in bruises, Whose love came with thorns. I learned to smile with broken teeth, To speak gently to survive storms That had my name carved in them. I stood so still... At twenty-nine, the ground shook again. Another thief, this time stealing the voice I had just begun to reclaim. Another act I did not ask for, Another night that left me hollow. I walked through the fire again, and this time, I didn’t die but oooh, how I burned. But here I am. Breathing. Still soft. Still kind. Still believing in love. Still reaching for light with hands that have known nothing but darkness. I am not the things that happened to me I am the voice I kept finding, even when silence tasted safer. I am the body I am learning to call home, even when the world keeps trying to evict me from it. Every year that I age, I defy death. Every breath I take, I defy silence. Every step I walk forward, I become my own Miracle. So here is to the girl who learned to raise herself and to the woman who is no longer apologizing for how loud she had to cry to be heard by God. Happy birthday, my beloved. You have survived a thousand endings. And still You rise.

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when the quiet breaks i learned to love the silence not because it felt like peace— but because it never lied to me. the noise left bruises, every laugh a little jagged every “i’m fine” cracked at the edges and every promise wore someone else's face. but silence? she didn’t pretend. she just sat beside me while my hands trembled, while my breath forgot how to stay. people say healing is loud but mine looked like folded laundry and rooms i didn’t run from. .

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Jul 22, 2025

Jul 22, 2025 at 6:34 PM UTC

renseksderf

when the quiet breaks

when the quiet breaks i learned to love the silence not because it felt like peace— but because it never lied to me. the noise left bruises, every laugh a little jagged every “i’m fine” cracked at the edges and every promise wore someone else's face. but silence? she didn’t pretend. she just sat beside me while my hands trembled, while my breath forgot how to stay. people say healing is loud but mine looked like folded laundry and rooms i didn’t run from. .

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i don’t know why i allow you to step into my life. i’ve fought so long for peace— you walk right in like you’ve got the right. you got me feeling stuck in place. i waived the flag, called a truce— but instead of stillness, you chose the chase. what do you want, anyway? i spent so long trying to figure it out— but it’s still the same lines on a different day. i don’t know why i let you circle back again, when all you do is skirt the truth and keep me in your game.

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Jul 9, 2025

Jul 9, 2025 at 12:22 AM UTC

joshua-phelps

what do you want, anyway?

i don’t know why i allow you to step into my life. i’ve fought so long for peace— you walk right in like you’ve got the right. you got me feeling stuck in place. i waived the flag, called a truce— but instead of stillness, you chose the chase. what do you want, anyway? i spent so long trying to figure it out— but it’s still the same lines on a different day. i don’t know why i let you circle back again, when all you do is skirt the truth and keep me in your game.

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I look in the mirror and see someone softer— Not weaker, But worn in a way love tends to leave behind. There was a time I loved blindly, Loudly, Without asking if the ground could hold me. I called it strength, But it was fear Wearing confidence like perfume. Now, I measure my footsteps. I pause before giving too much. I speak, not to be heard— But to be honest. You wouldn’t recognize the way I love now. Not because it’s gone, But because it’s grown quiet, Rooted deeper, No longer searching for permission to bloom. I am still learning. Still unlearning. Still loving. But I am not the same. And maybe— That’s what healing really is.

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Apr 20, 2025

Apr 20, 2025 at 9:06 PM UTC

Madelyn

Echos of Who I Was

I look in the mirror and see someone softer— Not weaker, But worn in a way love tends to leave behind. There was a time I loved blindly, Loudly, Without asking if the ground could hold me. I called it strength, But it was fear Wearing confidence like perfume. Now, I measure my footsteps. I pause before giving too much. I speak, not to be heard— But to be honest. You wouldn’t recognize the way I love now. Not because it’s gone, But because it’s grown quiet, Rooted deeper, No longer searching for permission to bloom. I am still learning. Still unlearning. Still loving. But I am not the same. And maybe— That’s what healing really is.

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Sleep, sleep, my love, everything's alright, I'm here with you. Rest, rest now. Snuggle close to me, I will be the one to take care of you. Let that mind slow down, let the thoughts fade, wrap yourself in calm. Fall into my arms, I'll hold you tight, and give you gentle caresses, like mom and dad. I'll whisper that story, filled with hope and love, of our future. Sleep, sleep, my love, everything's alright, I'm here with you. Relax your body, relax your soul, and let your spirit rest. Fall into the deepest of dreams, tomorrow will be a beautiful day. With butterflies, flowers, and meadows. The sun will rise again, and life will smile once more. Sleep, sleep, my love, everything's alright, I'm here with you.

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Mar 18, 2025

Mar 18, 2025 at 6:09 AM UTC

identified

Lullaby

Sleep, sleep, my love, everything's alright, I'm here with you. Rest, rest now. Snuggle close to me, I will be the one to take care of you. Let that mind slow down, let the thoughts fade, wrap yourself in calm. Fall into my arms, I'll hold you tight, and give you gentle caresses, like mom and dad. I'll whisper that story, filled with hope and love, of our future. Sleep, sleep, my love, everything's alright, I'm here with you. Relax your body, relax your soul, and let your spirit rest. Fall into the deepest of dreams, tomorrow will be a beautiful day. With butterflies, flowers, and meadows. The sun will rise again, and life will smile once more. Sleep, sleep, my love, everything's alright, I'm here with you.

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So many times, life denied me what I longed for, what I hoped for, what I thought was mine. Sadness, uncertainty, wrapped around me. Why others? Why not me? Time and again, I thought I understood: It wasn’t mine, I didn’t deserve it. But today, under the sun, I ask myself: Why not? I am worthy. I know how to love, I strive every day. I respect, I believe, I share, I give. And those who know how to give, also know how to receive. I deserve everything in my life. I deserve freedom. I deserve health. I deserve peace. I deserve prosperity. I deserve love. I deserve happiness. What are you denying yourself?

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Mar 4, 2025

Mar 4, 2025 at 7:27 PM UTC

identified

The injustice of life.

So many times, life denied me what I longed for, what I hoped for, what I thought was mine. Sadness, uncertainty, wrapped around me. Why others? Why not me? Time and again, I thought I understood: It wasn’t mine, I didn’t deserve it. But today, under the sun, I ask myself: Why not? I am worthy. I know how to love, I strive every day. I respect, I believe, I share, I give. And those who know how to give, also know how to receive. I deserve everything in my life. I deserve freedom. I deserve health. I deserve peace. I deserve prosperity. I deserve love. I deserve happiness. What are you denying yourself?

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