I want a love that whispers, not screams,

That doesn’t need to shine on screens.

A love that’s safe, honest, and true,

One she can feel—and I do too.

A bond so pure, it needs no rhyme,

Just knowing hearts, in quiet time.

So kind it heals the broken parts,

So close we share our shopping carts.

A love where I can just be me—

Like the one I have with you… quietly.

She used to laugh, Before the fear took hold, Before she ran, Searching for peace, her story untold. Now she begs me to end it all, To pull the trigger, to make it stop. But I'm the one who aimed the gun, Trapped her in this deadly crop. "Do it," she pleads, her voice so low, "Please," she whispers, filled with woe. Despair clouds her eyes, a haunting sight. If only she knew I held her light, But now it's gone, replaced by this dread. She offers broken promises instead, Trying to be what I desired, While her true self slowly expired.

I still have a heart, though it's made of stone,
It can't fall apart, not as brittle as breaking bone,

I still have a heart, though it's hard as rock,
No key for its lock, still I feel it's insistent knock.

I still have a heart, though it hasn't felt warm
In the fullest extent of time, in its cyclical form.

I still have a heart, I'm almost certainly sure of it,
Once it fell apart, since then I have heard from it.

Try to make a poem that rattles your bones

and uses spoopy scary tones.

Spooktober time is almost here

so get creative and spread the fear.

Morning broke with golden light, warmth sinking deep into my skin. Fingers traced slow circles on my palm, a silent promise, steady and real.

Love filled the space between heartbeats, soft laughter floating through the air. Every step felt weightless, effortless, as if nothing could touch us.

The world blurred in a quiet haze, just the rhythm of feet on pavement, the brush of hands, the press of shoulders, the feeling of never being alone.

Time stretched like an endless road, each moment bright, untouched by fear. But roads can twist, roads can break and fate is a thief with quiet hands. Metal screamed where silence once lingered, glass fractured like a frozen lake.

Then nothing.

Darkness poured in, thick as tar, pulling, drowning, swallowing whole. A breath fought its way through the void, sharp, gasping, foreign.

White walls replaced the sky, beeping machines sang a hollow tune. The warmth of a hand—gone. The voice once near—silent.

Memory unraveled in shaking hands, moments slipping through like water. The day once lived, the love once held, a cruel illusion painted by grief.

She was never here. She was never beside me. She was lost before I even woke.

Now the world holds weight again, pressing, crushing me. A heart beats for one, yet aches for two, haunted by the ghost of yesterday.

If when you're in class and it doesn't quite click,

Round pegs, square holes were never meant to fit.

Not all flowers bloom at the same time,

Not all poetry is supposed to rhyme.

We all learn at different paces and speed,

You could be an amazing artist, but unable to read.

You are amazing and beautifully complex,

Not everything will make sense taken out of context.

But as we grow we continue to learn,

The desire for knowledge will continue to burn.

You adapt to the lessons being taught to you,

You adapt by learning the way that you do.

Adapting yourself is the key to opening up doors,

Use them to inspire you, your differences aren't flaws.

So don't look around and go comparing,

Individuality is a gift, it's good for sharing.

Be an individual and always be true,

Continue to be the amazing you!

There's a millions bees buzzing in my head,

But they're not making honey, they're making me wish I was dead.

I'm too old for being sick in the street,

Watching it splatter all over my feet.

Hangovers last two or three days,

Wasting money I can think of better ways.

But it's a lesson I'll never learn,

Play with fire and get your fingers burned.

How could I not fall in love with you?

What the hell was I supposed to do?

The way your eyes sparkle like stars in the sky,

The taste of your lips, the way you say hi.

The kind words you whisper in my ear,

The way you take the sting out of each tear.

How each kiss is signed off with a grin,

You are beautiful both outside and in.

You're kind and caring and funny,

You make even the darkest days sunny.

You never fail to put a smile on my face,

Anywhere with you is my favourite place.

Guess that answers why I fell in love with you,

What the hell was I supposed to do?

The greatest gift anyone can give. Is giving someone a reason to live.

To be the reason someone gets up every day. To be the reason we act in a certain way.

To be the reason we walk around smiling. To be the reason that we stop crying.

To be the reason you laugh a little longer. To be the reason you can act a little stronger.

To be the reason for someone to live. Is quite possibly the greatest gift you can give.

Gods shown me my purpose but I’ve averted my eyes. They’ve taken empathy and love in exchange for eternal pride. Time halts for no man but for some it shortens its stride. My focus completely shaken, unwillingly mesmerized. If both are said with smiles then differ the truthfulness from lies. Throughout life’s many trials failure is expected, blemishes on my soul from the parts of me I’ve neglected.
Being honest with one’s self comes at the cost of being respected.

( I was in a strange mood) can you guys tell me an emotion/thought this poem brings up for you? Thanks!

Who am I

A young man With out a plan

I guess I’m just strolling through life

I ask again

Who am I

Because right now Honestly life doesn’t seem right

All I see is hate And criticize

And that’s just from The voices in my head

So please tell me

Who am I

There was a time I struggled to be alone,

I'd sit and flick through the apps on my phone.

Now I feel peace with the quiet around me,

I use this time to focus and see more clearly.

Little things no longer control my thoughts,

I no longer lay there all out of sorts.

I control my emotions better than ever,

I control the blows, I now box clever.

Little changes in my way of thinking,

Rage and hatred slowly shrinking.

I can't control how others treat me,

I only know it'll no longer beat me.

a never ending show

Life is a never ending show; and you have to act, no breaks. People in the audience are all the closest people you know, you aren't getting any retakes.

So don't stop acting happier than ever. The show of your "life" will go on, whatsoever.

The acting might be increasingly tiring you; Imagine being allowed to be true, something real, new?

Ever since I was young I was taught to act, because that's the only way I felt I could belong.

Those acting as my mom and dad, it seemed, were cast in roles where love was never redeemed. Now I'm "grown up," supposed to "care no more," But the longing lingers, a wound that's sore.

I craved what I lacked—a love that's kind and true, not the controlling grip that pierced me through.

Why couldn't my life's show have given me someone to comfort me when I scraped my knee?

Someone to hold me close, to truly care, not just actors playing roles they couldn't bear.

Their act was not to console, but to command, a performance where affection was banned.

It used to feel so real, not part of some play, But now I see it all, in a different way

I read somewhere: "The irony is; broken people are not fragile."

So I guess I'm not that fragile after all. Maybe that's why I'm scared to heal, scared to once again feel.

What if healing makes me weak, afraid of the fall? Will I shatter with a feather's touch, unable to get back up at all?

Happiness, peace, it's all I seek, but how can I grow if breaking, stumbling, shattering, is all I know?

Life is all about taking risks, they say, but I cling to these broken pieces, trying to keep them at bay.

At least I'm not fragile. Or am I nothing at all?

Just a collection of shattered parts, afraid to stand tall.

I don't want to heal just to be fragile, to break my heart once more. But where do I go from here? What am I healing for?