#whatremains - Hello Poetry

In my house, there is a room. Still part of it, yet forgotten. No one visits anymore. It's been so long since the door last opened. Now, the key is lost, and nature has begun to swallow it. But it doesn't matter. The room is sealed, locked in loneliness. Still i wonder if someone lives there. Perhaps a ghost of an old friend, or just a silly cat. I don't dare go near. Yet, sometimes, the door stares, Inviting me in.

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Jan 17

Jan 17, 2026 at 1:26 PM UTC

Shubh4u

The room

In my house, there is a room. Still part of it, yet forgotten. No one visits anymore. It's been so long since the door last opened. Now, the key is lost, and nature has begun to swallow it. But it doesn't matter. The room is sealed, locked in loneliness. Still i wonder if someone lives there. Perhaps a ghost of an old friend, or just a silly cat. I don't dare go near. Yet, sometimes, the door stares, Inviting me in.

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It was in the gray fall clouds that I met her. My hands quivering as my nerves were shot with lightning and out to the world around me. My northbound hair done neat and tidy, her hands were colder than the breeze encompassing us. It was the start to an age eclipsing seasons. But like all else, everything ends. The crisp leaves and our optimistic qualities fell at equal rate. Winter came around and stomped out all the seedlings too undeveloped to withstand it. For all of our journey, good and bad, went out the door. And this cold and bleak finale consisted of screams and shells of what once stood in it's place. After tears evaporated, so too did all we stood for. A monstrous, cyclical, almost-love.

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Feb 21, 2017

Feb 21, 2017 at 4:00 PM UTC

jamespiccolino

Pushpins

It was in the gray fall clouds that I met her. My hands quivering as my nerves were shot with lightning and out to the world around me. My northbound hair done neat and tidy, her hands were colder than the breeze encompassing us. It was the start to an age eclipsing seasons. But like all else, everything ends. The crisp leaves and our optimistic qualities fell at equal rate. Winter came around and stomped out all the seedlings too undeveloped to withstand it. For all of our journey, good and bad, went out the door. And this cold and bleak finale consisted of screams and shells of what once stood in it's place. After tears evaporated, so too did all we stood for. A monstrous, cyclical, almost-love.

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I feel empty My emotions were stolen from me By the man who once told me that he love me But suddenly, he just left me How a fool I was when I told him I would give him anything So a gave my all, I gave my everything But Without a warning he was gone Took everything now I am left with none

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Dec 2, 2015

Dec 2, 2015 at 9:05 AM UTC

ZT

Remains

I feel empty My emotions were stolen from me By the man who once told me that he love me But suddenly, he just left me How a fool I was when I told him I would give him anything So a gave my all, I gave my everything But Without a warning he was gone Took everything now I am left with none

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Hate me In the most beautiful of ways So even the little things Hurt horribly but im in love with the pain Just not your face And hate me In the most beautiful of ways So even when you tear me apart My ruptured heart will be an art Hate me Because I love you So much I hate you For everything you do And tonight Your shadow was too white Blinding my sight Binding us so tight So hate me Hate me cause I love you More than just to **** you Too **** much to undo this girl That I hate

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Jul 22, 2014

Jul 22, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC

LunarLena

Love-Coated Hate

Hate me In the most beautiful of ways So even the little things Hurt horribly but im in love with the pain Just not your face And hate me In the most beautiful of ways So even when you tear me apart My ruptured heart will be an art Hate me Because I love you So much I hate you For everything you do And tonight Your shadow was too white Blinding my sight Binding us so tight So hate me Hate me cause I love you More than just to **** you Too **** much to undo this girl That I hate

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