A poet is only as good as their definition of poetry, But what is love if not a thousand ways to see? A whispered word, a glance that lingers near, An aching silence only hearts can hear.
Is love the verse that dances on the page, Or is it the quiet pulse that won’t disengage? Is it the metaphor that paints us wild, Or the simple truth of holding hands like a child?
A poet will carve with the sharpest ink, But love is the feeling we can’t quite think. Not in rhymes or rhythms neatly strung— But in moments unsaid, where the soul is sung.
So call me a poet, but love is the key, For my poetry lives in the you and the me. In every pause, in every sigh, In all the things that no words can deny.
“Everybody wants to judge, but nobody wants to listen.”
Abdullah leaned against the bus stop bench, his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his oversized jacket, feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on him. They didn’t even try to hide it. The whispers, the sideways glances—they were all so predictable. He could almost hear what they were saying: Another one of those guys, too much of a coward to face up to life. He could feel the judgment on his skin, as sharp and cold as the autumn wind.
It was a strange thing, how people could act like they knew you. Like they understood the shape of your heart just by the way you looked. Abdullah had stopped trying to explain himself a long time ago. He had his reasons for being here, for walking with his head down and his shoulders hunched. It wasn’t like it was anyone’s business. But, in this city, everything was everybody’s business. Even when it came to men like him.
The news had spread. Some of it was true, some of it was just convenient fiction. Abdullah had been struggling—no, suffocating—for months now. And no one could see the invisible chains, the ones that tightened every time he tried to take a full breath. A coward, they’d call him. Unmanly. He had heard it all before. He knew exactly what they thought.
But no one wanted to ask why. No one cared enough to understand that the weight wasn’t something you just shrugged off. No, they just passed him by, their judgments flying like darts, each one a little deeper than the last. Nobody stopped to see the exhaustion in his eyes, the tiredness that didn’t come from sleepless nights or late shifts, but from the constant fight to stay.
The bus arrived, and Abdullah stepped aboard without looking anyone in the eye. He found a seat in the back, far from anyone who might try to talk to him. He’d heard it all. He didn’t need another lecture from some well-meaning stranger who only saw the surface.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want help. It was that nobody understood. How could they?
The bus lurched forward, pulling him further away from that place—further away from everyone’s opinions, their scorn. But even then, Abdullah knew there would be more. There always was. There was no escape from the world they made for men like him.
I’ve held this secret deep within A quiet truth a gentle sin That when you smile the world feels right And every star ignites the night.
I’ve whispered your name in silent prayer Wishing you’d know how much I care But fear has kept me far away Afraid of what you’d have to say.
Yet here I stand with heart laid bare No more to hide no more despair For love though timid knows no end— And in you I’ve found my truest friend.
So hear me now if only once This love I’ve kept my soul’s deep song: With you I’ve learned the art of grace And in your eyes I’ve found my place.
There’s no finality in the silence just an emptiness that expands with each passing day The love that once filled the corners of this place is now a distant hum a memory that no longer feels like it belongs here The world has moved on but this abandoned space remains—a quiet monument to the end of something beautiful, now lost in the passing of time.
A house once filled with laughter now stands still, The garden wild with thorns where flowers grew, Silent walls echo what time can’t fulfill.
The windows stare, like eyes that time can’t heal, Where children’s voices once were pure and true, A house once filled with laughter now stands still.
The door hangs crooked, as if time could feel, Its hinges rusted, whispers from the blue, Silent walls echo what time can’t fulfill.
The roof is caving, as the years reveal A memory fading, once vibrant hue, A house once filled with laughter now stands still.
The air is thick with dust, the air surreal, Where dreams had once taken flight and flew, Silent walls echo what time can’t fulfill.
Yet in the quiet, one can almost steal A shadow of the life that once they knew, A house once filled with laughter now stands still, Silent walls echo what time can’t fulfill.
How Could Something So Small Take Up So Much Space in My Heart?
How could something so small
A glance a touch A laugh a sigh An echo that lingers A reason to try. A memory so light But it carries such weight A love so immense That time can’t abate
How can something so fleeting, So tender and brief Leave a mark on my soul A permanent grief A flicker of joy Yet a lifetime of pain A love that stays with me Again and again.
How could something so small Take up so much space A heartbeat, a promise An empty embrace And yet when it’s gone I know I will see That small thing that lived Forever with me
I’d rather keep my anger, Let it burn and twist within, Than surrender it too early, And let the silence win.
For in the heat, I find your face, A love that could ignite, Each spark a memory of us, Each flame a stolen night.
You turned my rage to poetry, A bitter kind of bliss, Where every shout and trembling breath Was built upon your kiss.
I love you in my fury, As much as in my grace, For in this storm, I hold you close, An echo I can’t chase.
So let the fire rage, my dear, And may it never end— For I’d rather burn with anger, Than forget that we were friends.
This blends the intensity of love and anger, creating a tension that feels both passionate and conflicted.
Someday we were just strangers Lost in the busy crowd But fate had other plans for us And destiny called us loud
We found each other in a moment That seemed like pure serendipity Two souls finally connecting In a world full of possibility
Someday we were mere acquaintances But now we're something more Bound by love and understanding Our hearts forever soar
Through trials and tribulations Our bond has only grown Stronger with each
