#silentgoodbyes - Hello Poetry

Dearest Muse I remember our journey through school like yesterday— memories to cherish, lessons to learn. Today brings opportunities to grow; tomorrow offers new beginnings to embrace. Yet I fail to understand why I stand here alone. Dear Friend I remember your laughter echoing through our halls— steady as sunrise, bold as our dreams. You carried us through exams and heartbreaks, stitched courage into every stumble. Today I walk forward with your strength in my stride; tomorrow, I’ll carry your name in my heart. I fail to understand why you feel alone. My Dearest Muse I stand looking across the sea— alone, hoping for a glimpse of you.

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Feb 20

Feb 20, 2026 at 5:30 AM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

Unwritten Letters

Dearest Muse I remember our journey through school like yesterday— memories to cherish, lessons to learn. Today brings opportunities to grow; tomorrow offers new beginnings to embrace. Yet I fail to understand why I stand here alone. Dear Friend I remember your laughter echoing through our halls— steady as sunrise, bold as our dreams. You carried us through exams and heartbreaks, stitched courage into every stumble. Today I walk forward with your strength in my stride; tomorrow, I’ll carry your name in my heart. I fail to understand why you feel alone. My Dearest Muse I stand looking across the sea— alone, hoping for a glimpse of you.

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They don’t know they live in my lines, in the curves of half-written poems, where I hide their names beneath metaphors and rain. They don’t know that every silence I’ve ever endured became a verse, and every goodbye turned into a stanza I never planned to finish. They’ve stopped remembering me— but I still write them down, so I don’t forget how it felt to be loved and left.

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Jul 24, 2025

Jul 24, 2025 at 10:13 AM UTC

junayed00

They don't know

They don’t know they live in my lines, in the curves of half-written poems, where I hide their names beneath metaphors and rain. They don’t know that every silence I’ve ever endured became a verse, and every goodbye turned into a stanza I never planned to finish. They’ve stopped remembering me— but I still write them down, so I don’t forget how it felt to be loved and left.

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"Getting stranger vibes from your close ones really hurts alot."

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Jul 14, 2025

Jul 14, 2025 at 5:57 AM UTC

Arna_writes

Strangers in Familiar Eyes

"Getting stranger vibes from your close ones really hurts alot."

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You asked me, “Do you love me?” I said, “I do — but not like that.” Not as a lover, but as a friend I always care for. You got quiet. Took your heart and left our town to feel nothing at all. Three years passed. No calls, just old photos of what used to be. I miss the bond we had. But some stories end so we can grow on our own.

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Jul 8, 2025

Jul 8, 2025 at 9:37 AM UTC

Deluna

The Love That Stayed, Then Left

You asked me, “Do you love me?” I said, “I do — but not like that.” Not as a lover, but as a friend I always care for. You got quiet. Took your heart and left our town to feel nothing at all. Three years passed. No calls, just old photos of what used to be. I miss the bond we had. But some stories end so we can grow on our own.

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