#soulfulwords - Hello Poetry

A Poet I Am Not A poet I am not. My verses are not worth a piece of bread. I do not seek praise, nor do I flee from blame- both are weightless dust to me. All my craft, all my poetry, could rest easily inside a single cup. And unless the wine is poured by the Beloved’s own hand, I will not drink even a single sip.

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Feb 13

Feb 13, 2026 at 11:40 AM UTC

to-her-who-already-knows

A poet I am not

A Poet I Am Not A poet I am not. My verses are not worth a piece of bread. I do not seek praise, nor do I flee from blame- both are weightless dust to me. All my craft, all my poetry, could rest easily inside a single cup. And unless the wine is poured by the Beloved’s own hand, I will not drink even a single sip.

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For a moment, I wished I could be like a star - steady, calm, and unchanging, just watching that moment forever.But then I realized I don’t want to be distant and alone like a star in the cold sky. I just want to stay in that one small moment, close to you,feeling the silence, the warmth, and the quiet connection in your eyes. Not to watch from far away -but to live inside that moment for as long as it lasts.

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Feb 7

Feb 7, 2026 at 6:32 PM UTC

to-her-who-already-knows

Living in a moment

For a moment, I wished I could be like a star - steady, calm, and unchanging, just watching that moment forever.But then I realized I don’t want to be distant and alone like a star in the cold sky. I just want to stay in that one small moment, close to you,feeling the silence, the warmth, and the quiet connection in your eyes. Not to watch from far away -but to live inside that moment for as long as it lasts.

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In the silence where you once breathed, I wait, As shadows of you haunt every quiet place. The sun, it rises, but feels too late, And my heart, like a shattered glass, loses grace. The threads of laughter we spun with care Now unravel into tears, slow and raw. Your whispered promises linger in the air, But they crumble like leaves in autumn's maw. How can I hold you in memories alone, When each thought of you is a knife, a thorn? In the ruins of us, I stand alone, A broken soul, a heart worn and torn. If I could keep you, just one last embrace, Maybe this sorrow would dare to part. But now all I have is this hollow space, Where you once lived—deep in my heart.

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Oct 30, 2024

Oct 30, 2024 at 1:09 PM UTC

arenelvan

The Echoes of Our Heartbreak

In the silence where you once breathed, I wait, As shadows of you haunt every quiet place. The sun, it rises, but feels too late, And my heart, like a shattered glass, loses grace. The threads of laughter we spun with care Now unravel into tears, slow and raw. Your whispered promises linger in the air, But they crumble like leaves in autumn's maw. How can I hold you in memories alone, When each thought of you is a knife, a thorn? In the ruins of us, I stand alone, A broken soul, a heart worn and torn. If I could keep you, just one last embrace, Maybe this sorrow would dare to part. But now all I have is this hollow space, Where you once lived—deep in my heart.

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