In the hush of dusk where silence breathes, A heart unfolds what no one sees. Beyond the grasp of spoken tone, It’s in the verse we're not alone.
By Emma 5 months ago in Poets
We shared our nights, we shared our days, We laughed through storms in countless ways. I held your hand, I called you true,
Beneath the waves where secrets lie, The heart learns truths it can’t deny. The tide may rise, the storm may call, Yet through the chaos—we stand tall.
In nights so cold where sorrows stay, The heart still seeks a brighter day. Through cracks of stone, a flower grows, Defying all the weight it knows.
Roots grow deep beneath the ground, Where quiet strength is always found. Love takes shape in gentle rain, Healing hearts through joy and pain.
The night is vast, the silence deep, Holding secrets the heavens keep. Stars above, like stories untold, Shine their truth in silver and gold.
Love once bloomed, now torn apart, Echoes linger within my heart. Promises faded, yet memories stay, Guiding my soul in a fragile way.
Beneath the rubble, the echoes remain, Whispers of children, calling by name. The olive trees sway, though scarred by the fight,
The clouds arrive, their voices low, They teach the earth the art to grow. Each silver drop, a fleeting song, Reminds the soul it still is strong.
Beneath the tide where shadows sleep, The ocean guards its secrets deep. Its rhythm hums, both fierce and kind, A mirror vast for heart and mind.
In moments quiet, when silence speaks, The heart remembers, though the body feels weak. Stories untold, like rivers they stream,
Beneath the stars, where secrets hide, The soul remembers the shifting tide. Through broken nights and whispered rain, It learns the beauty inside the pain.
