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If you are a poet and you didn't even know it
@Said0700
A real women Is Not Interested In Your Money
Or Statues,
What She Wants You Isβ¦
Love-
Time-
Loyalty-
And commitment-
πΉ
@halaaluser
Moments of lifetimes stories,
Why spend it on a difficult direction.
Countless words must have stuck in storms.
Your words of confidence seem like poison now.
It was necessary that we made a plethora of wishes, but it was necessary to release them too.
It was important to let the final ember fade into thin air.
But why did I make a house out of those flames?
@Rania12280822
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@Mohammad13075055
Winds listen to me
And carry my voice as far as there are ears to hear
Clouds lift my spirit to the open doors of heaven
Eleven times the earth has offered a ring to her beloved
Since the day I reached this lonely place
Now I am Misery's King
These rocks became my palace
I am king without one subject
Hallucination is my faithful servant
When I feel sad I am dancing with my thoughts
I tried to lock inside me
Something young, Something vivid
But in vain... π
-Chaostar - Misery's king
@Said0700
Never Be The Option"
Be The Priority Or Be Alone.πͺ½
@omars93
She was a moon, just like you. For a little while, she appeared in the sky of my heart and filled my world with her gentle light. But then, a long moonless night came and swallowed her into darkness, leaving only the memory of her beautiful glow behind. She became someone elseβs sunrise whilst I remained talking to the night.
@Tokwan94
"Like My First Love"
You made me fall in love with you
in a way I thought I would never experience again.
You awakened something in me
that I had once buried deep within my heart,
a feeling I thought belonged only to the past,
to someone who was once my first love.
But somehow, you came into my life
and made my heart remember
what it felt like to love without fear,
to care without hesitation,
and to look at someone
with a heart full of hope.
There is something about you
that feels strangely familiar,
yet beautifully new.
You make my heart beat
with the same innocence
I once had when I first fell in love.
And perhaps that is why
you mean more to me than you realise.
Because you did not simply make me fall in love with you.
You made me believe
that perhaps the heart can love again,
even after it has been broken,
even after it has learned to be afraid,
and even after it has convinced itself
that its first love would always be its last.
You made me feel
like I was falling in love for the very first time,
all over again.
And maybe,
that's what makes you so special to me.
"You didn't replace my first love.
You simply reminded my heart
that it was still capable of loving again."
@omars93
Youβre still my favourite person, even if I am no longer yours.
@Unauthorised404
Sandstorm
Sandstorm
Sandstorm
Whirl around me
Take my form
Carry my secrets
Bury them home
Conceal my sins
Beneath sea foam
Tell me stories
From far and wide
To keep me company
As I stride
Travel to the heavens
See the angels and light
Then whisper to me
Of Gods might
I seek for God
day and night
I only find him
In natures bright
Oh, sandstorm
Take me home
Till then Iβll wait
for the Trombone πͺ
@mmmonowar
Outlander
20 Jul, 2026
O you,
the lonely one β
Why chase the crowd?
The hordes of men, women, children and the wrinkled,
the strangers so familiar,
uttering the very words
of your song?
Why long for things
that may never come?
Why weep?
Why speak at all?
When you very well knowβ
for all the colors and the smiles,
all the celebrations in this world,
there is none in your life
who will ever speak your tongue.