#parallelism - Hello Poetry

She was sad, so was the sky She cried, so did the sky She held back, so did the sky They could no longer hold back, finally they cried. Her smile was wide, so was the sky's What made her smile? Despite the mushy eyes. She was joyful, even the sky was merciful.

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Dec 30, 2025

Dec 30, 2025 at 12:52 AM UTC

DanishSH

So Was the Sky

She was sad, so was the sky She cried, so did the sky She held back, so did the sky They could no longer hold back, finally they cried. Her smile was wide, so was the sky's What made her smile? Despite the mushy eyes. She was joyful, even the sky was merciful.

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in every broken dream, there is an abundance of possibilities waiting to be explored. in every grave misstep, there is a new chance to stand up and try again. in every lost soul, there is a compass waiting to lead the way. in every tiring day, there is solace and comfort at night to lean on. in every doubtful thought, there is proof of certainty waiting to be seen. in every guilty conscience, there is someone listening, someone who is ready to accept any change of heart.

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Apr 25, 2021

Apr 25, 2021 at 9:52 AM UTC

rednaxelakristin

the habit of nature

in every broken dream, there is an abundance of possibilities waiting to be explored. in every grave misstep, there is a new chance to stand up and try again. in every lost soul, there is a compass waiting to lead the way. in every tiring day, there is solace and comfort at night to lean on. in every doubtful thought, there is proof of certainty waiting to be seen. in every guilty conscience, there is someone listening, someone who is ready to accept any change of heart.

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A failed life and a cheek-pinch are quite alike, they both hurt.

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Mar 23, 2018

Mar 23, 2018 at 10:36 AM UTC

marwa-blues

Life parallelism

A failed life and a cheek-pinch are quite alike, they both hurt.

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Shadows are everywhere. Against corners, next to a pair of lovers, beneath my eyes, touching a thousand souls. Shadows tell tales of abandonment and emptiness tales of lust tales of exhaustion tales of misery and darkness. Shadows block out the light of happiness and holiness Light that left when the sun set on the stories of the lonely stories of the desired stories of the weary stories of the sad. Shadows bathe us in darkness hides us from hovering eyes so we can be alone so we can sin so we can rest so we can end.

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Jan 7, 2018

Jan 7, 2018 at 8:17 PM UTC

internallywandering

The Story A Shadow Tells

Shadows are everywhere. Against corners, next to a pair of lovers, beneath my eyes, touching a thousand souls. Shadows tell tales of abandonment and emptiness tales of lust tales of exhaustion tales of misery and darkness. Shadows block out the light of happiness and holiness Light that left when the sun set on the stories of the lonely stories of the desired stories of the weary stories of the sad. Shadows bathe us in darkness hides us from hovering eyes so we can be alone so we can sin so we can rest so we can end.

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Somehow, You have Excavated the tiniest crevices of my bones Nestling into the cracks as comfortably as if you were born to sleep in them Somehow, You have Crept into every quiet moment of my mind Inhabiting my thoughts as naturally as if you were created to be in them Somehow, You have Uncovered the center of my heart Feeding my emotions as easily as if you were made to care for them

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Oct 21, 2017

Oct 21, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC

banguseater

Somehow

Somehow, You have Excavated the tiniest crevices of my bones Nestling into the cracks as comfortably as if you were born to sleep in them Somehow, You have Crept into every quiet moment of my mind Inhabiting my thoughts as naturally as if you were created to be in them Somehow, You have Uncovered the center of my heart Feeding my emotions as easily as if you were made to care for them

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