#yingyang - Hello Poetry

There’s an ivy that grows in the quiet of night. It’s tendrils stretching in soft, secret flight. They twist in shadows, they curl, they cling.. to a heart once warm, now a fading thing. The leaves are green so deep, it swallows light. But beneath there’s a pulse, a flickering fight. Red, like a fever, lingers in the veins; a love once burn burning, now masked by pains. Beneath the skin, the blue runs cold; a river of silence, forgotten and old. The Ivy holds, it twists, it winds, guarding the echoes of what it finds. Blue and red, they ache and burn. Two sides of a heart, but never to return. For the Ivy knows what the soul will keep: a truth so heavy, it bends, but won’t weep. In the silence of its tangled fold, a story written, but never told. It whispers of love, but shadows remain – red in the heart, blue in the veins.

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Mar 27

Mar 27, 2026 at 1:53 PM UTC

cyn-liss

The Ivys Heart

There’s an ivy that grows in the quiet of night. It’s tendrils stretching in soft, secret flight. They twist in shadows, they curl, they cling.. to a heart once warm, now a fading thing. The leaves are green so deep, it swallows light. But beneath there’s a pulse, a flickering fight. Red, like a fever, lingers in the veins; a love once burn burning, now masked by pains. Beneath the skin, the blue runs cold; a river of silence, forgotten and old. The Ivy holds, it twists, it winds, guarding the echoes of what it finds. Blue and red, they ache and burn. Two sides of a heart, but never to return. For the Ivy knows what the soul will keep: a truth so heavy, it bends, but won’t weep. In the silence of its tangled fold, a story written, but never told. It whispers of love, but shadows remain – red in the heart, blue in the veins.

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Truth be told They never owned me Yet, I still feel chained to The down to the Cold concrete floor. The servers to the owner Who created minds for the evil and Selfishness. One who seeks for the good in Manifesting They took a toll on me and blessed Me with unconditional love

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Aug 28, 2019

Aug 28, 2019 at 5:45 PM UTC

marinamxlina

Ying Yang

Truth be told They never owned me Yet, I still feel chained to The down to the Cold concrete floor. The servers to the owner Who created minds for the evil and Selfishness. One who seeks for the good in Manifesting They took a toll on me and blessed Me with unconditional love

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Apr 23, 2018

Apr 23, 2018 at 7:07 AM UTC

Mamaearthwoman

The Skinner family

Prev-ee-us-lee Brayn Damnegd Treetid Savig Sr.Vival Crucul Bilt & Fyt Fed Shyt Vilently Hyt

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‘Who are you?’ I don’t understand the question. ‘Who are you?’ I don’t know what you mean. ‘Who are you?’ Why do you keep asking that? ‘Who are you?’ Please stop asking me. ‘Who are you?’ I am just me. ‘Who are you?’ I told you, just me. ‘Who are you?’ I don’t know! ‘Who are you?’ I am no-one. ‘Who are you?’ I am nothing. ‘Who are you?’ I am dead. ‘Who are you?’ I told you, I am dead. ‘Who are you?’ I am an echo. ‘Who are you?’ I am you. I am your echo. I am your shadow. I am your yin & yang. I am your id. I am your ego. I am your psyche. I am your reflection. ‘Who are you?’ 'I am your soul.’ © DS 7/2016

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Aug 30, 2016

Aug 30, 2016 at 5:09 AM UTC

strange things: the same hands we raise in victory are those we lift in surrender, just as joy is known because we've tasted the fruit that sadness yields. © Qwey.ku

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Oct 4, 2016

Oct 4, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC

Qweyku

Bitter Sweet

strange things: the same hands we raise in victory are those we lift in surrender, just as joy is known because we've tasted the fruit that sadness yields. © Qwey.ku

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Spinning and spinning, around and round Never knowing what will be found Between love and pain,back and forth, door to door Which one will I open now, will it knock me on the floor Pain can leave you lying Love can set you to flying So I'm caught between ying and yang Feeling like a yo-yo again

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May 17, 2016

May 17, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC

Pauline_Morris

Caught between Ying and Yang

Spinning and spinning, around and round Never knowing what will be found Between love and pain,back and forth, door to door Which one will I open now, will it knock me on the floor Pain can leave you lying Love can set you to flying So I'm caught between ying and yang Feeling like a yo-yo again

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Life's a ying and yang Darkness and the light A balance must be found To separate day from night To be happy on this ride You must try to understand The obstacles that you face In this hourglass of sand Your soul is like a coin Each side must be faced Your angels and your demons To be accepted and embraced Do not fear dark or light For you surely will be lost Accept it all entirely No matter what the cost. Learn to know thyself Instead of drowning in the pain Avoiding any part of you Will make you go insane.

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Jan 10, 2016

Jan 10, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC

jessica-perry

Easier Said Than Done

Life's a ying and yang Darkness and the light A balance must be found To separate day from night To be happy on this ride You must try to understand The obstacles that you face In this hourglass of sand Your soul is like a coin Each side must be faced Your angels and your demons To be accepted and embraced Do not fear dark or light For you surely will be lost Accept it all entirely No matter what the cost. Learn to know thyself Instead of drowning in the pain Avoiding any part of you Will make you go insane.

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Why is the shadows considered evil When the shadows are as important as the light As darkness is the absence of daylight Just as Daylight is the absence of dark Why is a hero considered pure When the hero is just as murderous as the villain As the hero is in the eye of the beholder Just as a villain is only villainous to the victims

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Dec 14, 2015

Dec 14, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC

tailor-hunter

Pure Shadows

Why is the shadows considered evil When the shadows are as important as the light As darkness is the absence of daylight Just as Daylight is the absence of dark Why is a hero considered pure When the hero is just as murderous as the villain As the hero is in the eye of the beholder Just as a villain is only villainous to the victims

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Ghost Boy, Ghost Boy. I call him that because there's absolutely no way he's human. He wore all black. He looked me in the eye once, and at the tip of his shoes the rest of the time. My soul was up for grabs. I don't think he was interested. Ghost boy, Ghost boy. Walking in harmony with my heartbeat. I think of your pierced ears and vinyl eyes. Composed. How do you do that? I was your opposite, Ghost boy. Ying to yang. I wore all white and couldn't hear your heartbeat. I was too occupied with my thoughts. Maybe he'll get tired of me or maybe i'm wearing to much perfume. I looked at the stars and we didn't talk. Ghost boy, Ghost boy, my soul was up for grabs that night, but my heart and my brain were too loud and too heavy.

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May 20, 2014

May 20, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC

velvetfawns

Ghost Boy - May 10, 2014 - 1:04 a.m

Ghost Boy, Ghost Boy. I call him that because there's absolutely no way he's human. He wore all black. He looked me in the eye once, and at the tip of his shoes the rest of the time. My soul was up for grabs. I don't think he was interested. Ghost boy, Ghost boy. Walking in harmony with my heartbeat. I think of your pierced ears and vinyl eyes. Composed. How do you do that? I was your opposite, Ghost boy. Ying to yang. I wore all white and couldn't hear your heartbeat. I was too occupied with my thoughts. Maybe he'll get tired of me or maybe i'm wearing to much perfume. I looked at the stars and we didn't talk. Ghost boy, Ghost boy, my soul was up for grabs that night, but my heart and my brain were too loud and too heavy.

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