Browse Poems

You were the person I searched for in every crowd, The quiet answer to a world too loud. I knew your footsteps before you appeared, I knew your silence, every hidden fear. You were the first name…

You were the name my heart said in the dark, The quiet flame that taught my soul to spark. You were the place where all my fears grew still, The gentle voice that softened every chill. I found a home…

You were the quiet in my restless mind, The safest place my wounded heart could find, A little light beneath a closing door, The kind of warmth I never knew before. I learned your laughter like a…

We conform— stitched into shapes we did not choose. We become who you want us to be. Since childhood, we have been spoken of as one body split in two— names tangled, identities blurred into a single…

Sometimes the silence is not what hurts the most, It is the thought of someone I haven't met, but miss like a ghost. Someone whose name I don't know, yet somehow remember, Someone who could make a…

I learned to love the quiet after goodbye, The kind of silence that never asks me why. I learned to sleep with one side of the bed cold, And call it freedom when loneliness took hold. I learned to…

I don't miss the noise of someone leaving, I miss the silence before I stopped believing. I miss the version of me that could trust, Before every promise turned fragile as dust. Sometimes I don't…

Sometimes it isn't loneliness that keeps me awake, It is the quiet ache of wanting someone to stay, Someone whose hands could make the darkness less cold, Someone whose heart I could trust enough to…

I've seen something about you, I just can't figure out what it is yet. First day of high school, saw your face, wondered if I'd spend the rest of my life looking at it. You followed me on social…

Everything I've ever wanted to say to you has become some draft. Deceived and dismissed as if it all was some trap. I'm just searching up my symptoms desperate to fix them to be able to speak to you…

In the delicate fold of a stolen glance, between the laughter, where words brush lightly, a spark ignites—an ember nestled deep in my chest, holding quiet secrets, a heartbeat that fumbles in the…

Pieces scattered across the floor, Trying to resemble the lyrics tangled up, Walk through this morning midday and night, What a great deal this work, this work of art I must claim and tighten the…

My dad is a drinker, he drinks all the time, He doesn't give a damn if it’s poison or wine. He’s paranoid, frantic, asks questions all night- Where did you go? Did she look at a man? Did she ever…

What do I do? I am so scared for tomorrow, So ashamed of the past. I wish I were not like this, I wish I were brave enough - To say no. Dread sinking into my bones - Of tomorrow, Of what might…

The orphan learned the language of goodbye before they learned the language of the world; they watched the people they were meant to love become photographs beneath a veil of dust. The house…

There was no sound when the child became alone, no thunder split the ceiling of the sky, no warning written on the kitchen wall, no voice announced the moment love had died. One chair remained beside…

There was a child who waited by the door, long after footsteps faded into night, still believing someone loved them once, still watching for a shadow in the light. The house was full of things that…

They say the orphan learns to live alone, to carry silence like a second skin, to make a little kingdom of a stone, and hide the place where missing loves begin. But grief is not a shadow passing by,…

My soul’s back-handed mirror Which is to say, what tainted glass shows cannot stain my soul forever. Nor can it decide who I will be tomorrow. Today shapes the differences I can make Yet that mirror…

Velvet thunder underneath the floor of my tongue. I’ve got a pocket full of daylight going cold. Blackbirds dripping ink from the corners of their wings, and the evening tastes like pennies in the…

They count their wealth beneath a chandelier, While silver glitters brighter than the sun. They think that every priceless thing is theirs, Because they have the means to buy and own. They purchase…

They build their towers out of minted gold, And hang their names where every eye can see, They buy the stories that they want retold, And pay for praise to sound like destiny. They think that wealth…

You can buy a throne beneath the light, And dress your name in diamonds, bright and cold, You can command a thousand cheers each night, And wrap your empty hands in threads of gold. You can purchase…

Money can purchase a palace, And curtains woven out of gold, It can command a thousand voices, And make the proudest stories told. It can buy lessons, books, and stages, A polished name, a shining…