#truthinpoetry - Hello Poetry

If I were gone today my name would fill the room. Voices soft with sorrow beside a bed of bloom. They’d say I fought through storms, they’d say I carried fire, they’d say my heart was stubborn and refused to ever tire. They’d tell the world my story, how strong they thought I’d been, how bright my quiet courage burned beneath my skin. They’d wish they said it sooner, they’d wish they held me near, they’d wish they’d let me know how much I mattered here. But I’m not gone today. I’m breathing. I’m alive. It’s only just my birthday and the world goes passing by. No flowers on the doorstep, no voices at the door, no sudden rush of memories like they’d speak at death before. And that’s the bitter lesson this quiet day can bring— how loudly love is spoken when it’s said beside a ring of roses round a coffin for a life that can’t reply, yet barely whispered softly to a soul still passing by. Because I’m still here breathing, still standing in the light, still living through the silence of another birthday night. So if the kindest words are saved for when I’m gone— maybe the real tragedy is waiting that long.

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Mar 26

Mar 26, 2026 at 2:48 PM UTC

Anonymous_Flame

If I Were Gone Today

If I were gone today my name would fill the room. Voices soft with sorrow beside a bed of bloom. They’d say I fought through storms, they’d say I carried fire, they’d say my heart was stubborn and refused to ever tire. They’d tell the world my story, how strong they thought I’d been, how bright my quiet courage burned beneath my skin. They’d wish they said it sooner, they’d wish they held me near, they’d wish they’d let me know how much I mattered here. But I’m not gone today. I’m breathing. I’m alive. It’s only just my birthday and the world goes passing by. No flowers on the doorstep, no voices at the door, no sudden rush of memories like they’d speak at death before. And that’s the bitter lesson this quiet day can bring— how loudly love is spoken when it’s said beside a ring of roses round a coffin for a life that can’t reply, yet barely whispered softly to a soul still passing by. Because I’m still here breathing, still standing in the light, still living through the silence of another birthday night. So if the kindest words are saved for when I’m gone— maybe the real tragedy is waiting that long.

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Question paper made of unread clues wrapped in gold, memories treasure answers in every practiced fold. Brain races, tiny heart acquired the power to face, how do we know pain is carved and open to trace? Dreadful exam floats in mind like the end of the world. A little one Smiles bright as sunlight, ink shapes the pages, golden answers shine bright. Fluttering hope “Maybe tomorrow will be easy, I am learning how to cope.” Tomorrow never came, I met with unknown rain. “You copied, cheater!” says the great authority. Heart becomes a sea of pain, one sentence I wish my ears had never claimed. Predatory smiles, satisfied smirks burn me into ashes. Under sunlight I never cry, yet I flood my lashes, invisible innocence like the erased pencil’s mark, unseen by the eyes made of dark. Still proof comes like the sunlight, but a heart gets lost in night. Sorrowful humiliation, no apology still stings as ice. If you are wrong, don't care to admit and apologize? Proof needs to prove How clever abuse! Why society doesn't need proof to accuse?

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 1:49 AM UTC

Thesilentobserver

Classroom Scene 004 - Accusation Without Apology

Question paper made of unread clues wrapped in gold, memories treasure answers in every practiced fold. Brain races, tiny heart acquired the power to face, how do we know pain is carved and open to trace? Dreadful exam floats in mind like the end of the world. A little one Smiles bright as sunlight, ink shapes the pages, golden answers shine bright. Fluttering hope “Maybe tomorrow will be easy, I am learning how to cope.” Tomorrow never came, I met with unknown rain. “You copied, cheater!” says the great authority. Heart becomes a sea of pain, one sentence I wish my ears had never claimed. Predatory smiles, satisfied smirks burn me into ashes. Under sunlight I never cry, yet I flood my lashes, invisible innocence like the erased pencil’s mark, unseen by the eyes made of dark. Still proof comes like the sunlight, but a heart gets lost in night. Sorrowful humiliation, no apology still stings as ice. If you are wrong, don't care to admit and apologize? Proof needs to prove How clever abuse! Why society doesn't need proof to accuse?

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The ache pulls and breaks, apparently these were the stakes. My heart shattered into pieces, the world rotting with diseases, to purge it clean of all the fakes. My heart was innocent and pure, I truly thought you were the cure. Love turned into hatred, egos became inflated, and sadly I fell for your lure. Human nature is a disgusting sight, I’d rather be out flying a kite. But not today, I have something to say: no knight is coming to save you tonight.

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Mar 16

Mar 16, 2026 at 6:38 PM UTC

SashaRHollow

Rot Beneath the Surface

The ache pulls and breaks, apparently these were the stakes. My heart shattered into pieces, the world rotting with diseases, to purge it clean of all the fakes. My heart was innocent and pure, I truly thought you were the cure. Love turned into hatred, egos became inflated, and sadly I fell for your lure. Human nature is a disgusting sight, I’d rather be out flying a kite. But not today, I have something to say: no knight is coming to save you tonight.

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When they stood beside my hospital bed with quiet voices and careful smiles, they told me I was going somewhere safe. Somewhere I could stay for a while. I thought that meant a family. A place where someone might finally want me. My room sat at the top of the stairs. White sheets pulled tight like nothing messy was allowed to exist. Everything spotless. Everything quiet. Everything perfect. I thought if I behaved well enough maybe they’d love me. Six months passed in that perfect house. Six months of learning that a place can look like a family without ever being one. The day they took me away I cried for the foster carer. Even a house that hurts you still feels like something when you’ve had nothing. But that house didn’t just take my hope. It taught me something much harder to unlearn. That sometimes the places meant to protect you are simply better at hiding the damage.

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Mar 10

Mar 10, 2026 at 7:35 PM UTC

Anonymous_Flame

The Perfect House(first placement)

When they stood beside my hospital bed with quiet voices and careful smiles, they told me I was going somewhere safe. Somewhere I could stay for a while. I thought that meant a family. A place where someone might finally want me. My room sat at the top of the stairs. White sheets pulled tight like nothing messy was allowed to exist. Everything spotless. Everything quiet. Everything perfect. I thought if I behaved well enough maybe they’d love me. Six months passed in that perfect house. Six months of learning that a place can look like a family without ever being one. The day they took me away I cried for the foster carer. Even a house that hurts you still feels like something when you’ve had nothing. But that house didn’t just take my hope. It taught me something much harder to unlearn. That sometimes the places meant to protect you are simply better at hiding the damage.

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After everything didn’t you learn anything? You were supposed to be healing by now, reflecting on the mistakes, on the love you gave that was never solid— only wind. It was not true, even if you are certain it was. It wasn’t, love. It was emptiness, a hunger for affection. If you had stopped, just for a moment, to think about it, you would have known too. You shouldn’t be writing about us, about our love, our undone plans. You should be writing about your traumas.

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Sep 21, 2025

Sep 21, 2025 at 5:57 PM UTC

girlinflames

It Was Not Love

After everything didn’t you learn anything? You were supposed to be healing by now, reflecting on the mistakes, on the love you gave that was never solid— only wind. It was not true, even if you are certain it was. It wasn’t, love. It was emptiness, a hunger for affection. If you had stopped, just for a moment, to think about it, you would have known too. You shouldn’t be writing about us, about our love, our undone plans. You should be writing about your traumas.

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You called me crazy, tired of my love. But when I was gone, my madness was the first thing you missed.

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Oct 21, 2025

Oct 21, 2025 at 5:30 PM UTC

girlinflames

Madness

You called me crazy, tired of my love. But when I was gone, my madness was the first thing you missed.

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It’s only a birthday cake, and not even mine. It shouldn’t matter— just a slice. But what weighs heavy is the thoughtfulness, the not being remembered. Yesterday I covered your shift, so you could run to the cafeteria and grab a free treat. I thought of you, so you could taste the same joy I did. And this taught me— we should never be kind expecting something in return. Not that I expected a reward. I did it out of partnership, because I thought we were friends. But no— we’re just coworkers. Nothing more.

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Oct 20, 2025

Oct 20, 2025 at 11:22 AM UTC

girlinflames

Just a Cake

It’s only a birthday cake, and not even mine. It shouldn’t matter— just a slice. But what weighs heavy is the thoughtfulness, the not being remembered. Yesterday I covered your shift, so you could run to the cafeteria and grab a free treat. I thought of you, so you could taste the same joy I did. And this taught me— we should never be kind expecting something in return. Not that I expected a reward. I did it out of partnership, because I thought we were friends. But no— we’re just coworkers. Nothing more.

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It’s not about the pain itself, but the pain as company— to carry it with me today, because once there was no love, no peace, no joy.

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Oct 3, 2025

Oct 3, 2025 at 6:13 AM UTC

girlinflames

Not About the Pain Itself

It’s not about the pain itself, but the pain as company— to carry it with me today, because once there was no love, no peace, no joy.

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Dear—tell me, do you really think he loves you? Until you appeared out of nowhere, he was still trying to reconcile with me. So no, don’t believe him so easily. You are more of a filler, a patch for the void. He might post your photos on Instagram, call you family— but you’ve been with him for a month. I was there for seven years. He won’t get over me that fast. He’s replacing one love with another. But maybe you’re just a convenient body to take to the gym. So, my dear, face reality: he doesn’t love you that much.

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Oct 2, 2025

Oct 2, 2025 at 11:23 AM UTC

girlinflames

Dear, He Doesn’t Love You That Much

Dear—tell me, do you really think he loves you? Until you appeared out of nowhere, he was still trying to reconcile with me. So no, don’t believe him so easily. You are more of a filler, a patch for the void. He might post your photos on Instagram, call you family— but you’ve been with him for a month. I was there for seven years. He won’t get over me that fast. He’s replacing one love with another. But maybe you’re just a convenient body to take to the gym. So, my dear, face reality: he doesn’t love you that much.

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He likes his *** calm, but he wants the woman to be wild. So wear the red lingerie— it leaves him breathless. He likes to start slow and finish fast. He never lasts long. I don’t know what your past was like, but he told me with his ex they did it five times in a row. Yes— that feeling you have now is the same I had when he said no to me. So when he’s too tired and you are burning with desire, keep a ******** as your best friend. Because he will always Take his fill— And leave you Hungry

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Oct 19, 2025

Oct 19, 2025 at 10:18 AM UTC

girlinflames

Left Unsatisfied

He likes his *** calm, but he wants the woman to be wild. So wear the red lingerie— it leaves him breathless. He likes to start slow and finish fast. He never lasts long. I don’t know what your past was like, but he told me with his ex they did it five times in a row. Yes— that feeling you have now is the same I had when he said no to me. So when he’s too tired and you are burning with desire, keep a ******** as your best friend. Because he will always Take his fill— And leave you Hungry

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Just when you think you’ve healed all your wounds, the mind whispers: Not yet, darling. There’s still **** hidden here, tucked under the rug, waiting to be seen.

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Oct 10, 2025

Oct 10, 2025 at 6:08 AM UTC

girlinflames

Not Yet, Darling

Just when you think you’ve healed all your wounds, the mind whispers: Not yet, darling. There’s still **** hidden here, tucked under the rug, waiting to be seen.

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You say I destroyed everything we built. But you forget— a relationship is made by two. And some things were already crumbling, already breaking, seven years before the end.

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Oct 17, 2025

Oct 17, 2025 at 7:53 PM UTC

girlinflames

Seven Years Before

You say I destroyed everything we built. But you forget— a relationship is made by two. And some things were already crumbling, already breaking, seven years before the end.

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_A prideful person looks Into a mirror without glass — Because pride won’t let you see The truth staring back._

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Jul 6, 2025

Jul 6, 2025 at 8:37 AM UTC

OddOdysseyPoet

Glassless Mirror

_A prideful person looks Into a mirror without glass — Because pride won’t let you see The truth staring back._

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