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Gone
I search for you
I look for you
I wait every moment
To talk to you

I like you
But i can't tell you
You like her
Not me

When you looked at her
Your eyes shined bright
I sat there in the corner
My heart crying
But a smile on my face

Months Passed
I didn't see you
I didn't think about you

But when i saw you
I thought i loved you
But as i take a closer look at you
i wonder If I still like you

HERO

I was taught that
people don't have to be
famous, popular
to be called a Hero

She was strong
She was brave
I may not know her
But her story screams Hero

When everything felt wrong
When things felt like they were about to fall apart
She stood tall, firm
She looked at the good side of things

She loved people
People loved her
when the devil tried to bring her down
She looked at God

She prayed
She had faith
She had hope
She never gave up

When the world was covered in gray
Only her could find sunflowers
She could also find butterflies
She is a Hero

She lights up everywhere she goes
She may not be perfect
But she Is A HERO

As I sit on my chair
I imagine how difficult things must've been for her
I also look up at the heavens
And say Hero
one last time

I have been crying all day and weeks writing this for her.

💛 Forever Yours, Allie 💛

Six years we shared, hand in hand, heart to heart,
A journey of love, where we never were apart.
Your laughter was sunshine, your smile pure and bright,
You made every day feel perfectly right.

Through every dream, every quiet night,
You held my heart in your gentle light.
Even in sickness, your courage shone through,
A warrior of faith, of love, strong and true.

I remember our talks, our whispers, our plans,
Every late-night dream, every touch of our hands.
You taught me what it means to love without end,
To forgive, to hope, to be more than a friend.

Though cancer took you from this world too soon,
I see your light in the stars, in the sun, in the moon.
I feel you in prayer, in every soft breeze,
In moments of quiet, in moments of peace.

God welcomed you home, where there is no more pain,
Where joy and laughter forever remain.
And though I am broken, my heart feels you near,
Your love is eternal, your memory clear.

I promise to honor the life that you gave,
To live with the kindness, the strength, and the brave.
Until the day I see you again in Heaven above,
Forever you are mine — forever my love.

That is really powerful and emotional, she will be really proud of you.

She was not my sister, she was my girl friend. Apostolic's call each others brothers and sisters because we are of Christ.

sorry, my bad

Your fine!!!!

ok

BUT JESUS
My own sin broke my soul,
But Jesus put it back together.
Ropes of anxiety tied me down,
But Jesus set me free.
Fear stopped me from going forward,
But Jesus took my hand,
He walked with me.
My heart was ripped in pieces,
Broken from this world,
But Jesus took my heart,
He fixed it with love,
Filled it with peace,
And joy that can only come from God.
My heart is whole,
He healed my soul.

😭😭😭💥😭 your poem speaks a lot.
It is powerful, and so relatable
It captures a lot; like how Jesus forgives us, puts us back in pieces when we are broken, gives us healing, peace and he died on the cross for us so we could be saved.

😭😭😭😭this is why i like poems they make me cry .............in a good way

Thank you so much! 💕😊

I just finished this*took me days cuz i am lazy*

Extinct

Dead, All gone
Empty, Nothing left
Disappeared to a place,
where no one knows
Gone all gone

Extinct are the dinosaurs
that lived before us
Their bones are here
But their soul is gone

Gone all gone
Sometimes I wonder
What if it was a lie
What if they exist
But in another world
But they are gone

I wonder
what if human goes extinct
What if we no longer exist
then we will be gone
All gone

Extinct
Gone
No Life
just gone
No longer existing

That’s so deep, love it ❤️

thanks, that means a lot

honestly, too me, i write in poems because there are the words in my brain that could fit in songs, but i don't think i can make it a song so yeah i just write it in poems.

oh hi Vayvay

cool

ok, i will try it, thanks for believing in me. That means a lot😭😭😭😭😭😭

ok, honestly u might make me cry buut in a good way

VayVay wrote: "Btw could u follow me on suno???"


yeah sure, i will check suno tomorrow

just to let you know i will be leaving when it is 9:22pm

VayVay wrote: "What is love
love is that warm fuzzy feeling you feel inside
love is how mother feels when she hold her newborn baby for the very first time
love is how a father feels at he walks his daughter down..."





🥹that is soo good, really, calm, and raw.

ur welcome

When we were together
Your smile was so warm, so bright.
But I now know,
That I wasn’t the one in your sight.

(I dont know if this is dumb, I thought if it this morning, so it might not make much sense..)

girl it is nottt dumb. It is really beautiful, and carries a lot of emotions.👌👌👍👍👍

@lexi, OMGG whatttt 😭that is not "dumb" at all, that is sooo beautiful and it hits so hard! 😭💖

Thank you so much! That actually makes me so happy ✨

Also wrote this last night

Long Distance

Before I met you,
I thought love was rainbows and skies of blue.
But I now realize that’s not tha case,
Love is the way you make my heart race,
When I see you step out of that gate.
It’s the years I cry when you go away,
As you hold me,
Telling me you’ll be back another day.
Love is in the heart-felt goodbyes
And the love-filled hi’s.
It’s the hope I have that one day,
We won’t me miles away.

This is so real😭😭😭😭😭😭 The way you described the pain and the love so beautiful. I felt every word

Thank you 😊 💕

Pain

It's agony in the crowd
It's a hammer drill
It's sharp as a needle
It is endless aching

Pain is not words
It's a bird with broken legs
It's a butterfly painted grey
A world with no colors

Lexi wrote: "Also wrote this last night

Long Distance

Before I met you,
I thought love was rainbows and skies of blue.
But I now realize that’s not tha case,
Love is the way you make my heart race,
When I see..."

Beautiful, the part where you say loved-filled hi's made me think of Heartstopper.

Thank you! 💕

Realistic?


I am a girl with vivid imaginations
My thoughts roam free
My imaginations are wild
I don't stop, I keep going
It's endless, and can't be controlled

My dream comes from another world
that words can't describe but
there is always a plot
to everything
What is my plot?

Realistic
The words hurts
Aches, but i pretend it's ok
Like a bullet shot at my chest
Like a thunder striking at me

I try to be alright
As healthy as an apple
But your words replay in my head
It is unstoppable
It doesn't have brakes

I can't stop imagining
I am a dreamer
Is something wrong with me
Am I wrong for being out of this world
Or I am just trapped in my thoughts

Am I a fool for imagining a better world
where peace is the motto
Am i the narrator or the storyteller
Or am I both?
Which am I?

Is my life an imagination
A sun in stormy skies
My imaginations are out of the world
So am I real?
Or am I imagining if I had a life


Just tell me once more that I am alive
Just tell me I'm breathing
Just tell me I am not a fictional character
Just tell me I am real

Then I will it be alright?

Girl! Your poems are so thought provoking and deep! I really relate to this one so much actually! 💖

thanks

Let go

How am I supposed to let go
I knew you weren’t happy
I saw that was true
But I did everything
Everything I could to please you

How am I supposed to let go
Of the memories
I hold so close
Don’t leave please
I need you with me

How am I supposed to let go
Of the pictures that fill my walls
The pictures that stop every tear
Before it falls

How am I supposed to let go
Of the way you said my name
And when you said it
How It ignited a flame

How am I supposed to let go
Of the way you’d touch my face
And when you did
How my heart would race

How am I supposed to let go
Of the way your lips felt against mine
The way you would grab my hand
And how they would intertwine

How am I supposed to let go
Of you
The way you held me
The way you made everyday feel so new

How am I supposed to let go
How am I supposed to let go of

😭😭😭😭😭
I like the way it ends with "How am I supposed to let go of"
You turned heartbreak into art, turned pain into beauty, This poem is wonderful😭😭😭

Thank you so much 💖✨

Even the way you write feedback soounds so poetic! (If that makes sense) ✨

😭😭✌️ that makes sense..............
I just love poems soooooooo muchhh 😭😭😭 anytime i say something my friends either ask me why I am rapping or speak in poems.😭😭

This is a poem I wrote pretty recently, it might not be the best, I was on a plane and tired as could be lol

Wy

How many times
Did I pray
To god
For you?

More then
I want to know

All I asked
To him
Was
“Give me, someone who’ll love me”
“And won’t leave me”

And you where there
The next
Day.

And you
Didn’t say
It was just a phase
Of honeymoon

Till I
cried
In your hoodie
And texted
To call?

And it felt wrong?
You felt dry
Gone. Distant. Hiding.

And I pried
Cuz I knew it wasn’t right.
It was gone before it
started

You didn’t lie
But I swear
your
Unsaid words
Are just
As
Bad.
As any lie.

You said you loved me;
Called me pretty like a sunset;
Met my family;
Told your mom about me;
Did I mean nothing?

You gave me peace.

You gave me joy.

You gave me comfort.

You gave me
Some of
Myself
And I loved it.

You didn’t mean it
It was me who made it bad:

I was nervous to send every text
To you.
I was scared to call
You.
I couldn’t help but
Worry
You’d leave.

In the end
You where good to me

In the end
I learned more
Then the time
I lost
Near you.

But yet, I still think

Wy?
-Why did you leave?
Wy?
-Why did you wait to end?
Wy?
-Why didn’t you speak up?
Wy?
-Why Didn’t you tell them or me?
Wy?
-why did you say things…
you didn’t mean?

Wy?
How could you say
You loved me?
And drop me.
Like you
did

First of all, I like your pfp. And your poem? I felt every word, every longing. It's sooo good, I like how you captured love, sadness sorrow in words. 💯😭😭😭

Thank you so much!<3 I love all of your poems you’ve posted here, they’re so in depth and inanely emotional!!

Sunsets

They always say
I’m one of those people
Who take pictures
When the sky is
Any color
but blue and white,
But really
It’s a teasing thing
to say

To someone like me.

Because
Of all the memories I have
With people
Who are gone now

Pointing and admiring
Those pretty sunsets
A sign.
“We made it through the day”
“we can sleep now”
And we can say together

“We made it through the day again,
I can’t wait to see you tomorrow”
Even if for some
The tomorrow
Never came

I take pictures of those sunsets
Because
Sunsets
Are never
The same,

If I liked that day
Might as well keep the
sunset

Because if your like me,
You hold on
To
Everyone-

To
Everything-

-and to
Every piece.

Because we’re scared
To get lost.
And forget.
All that we have
And had
at
A time or another

We’ve lost things
That we
Treasured.

And you have so many
Fond days
And you kept
Every bit
of them

You’d run out of room-

Someday.

But if you keep
A single sign

That’s
Different.
Every
Time.

You might never run out
Of those precious memories.
And finally
Have piece of heart
That
You found a way
To not

Lose them again.

Payton wrote: "Thank you so much!<3 I love all of your poems you’ve posted here, they’re so in depth and inanely emotional!!"

thanks 😭😭😭😭✌️

Payton wrote: "Sunsets

They always say
I’m one of those people
Who take pictures
When the sky is
Any color
but blue and white,
But really
It’s a teasing thing
to say

To someone like me.

Because
Of all the m..."

I love it, It is emotional, and wonderful.
I felt like the words were speaking to me; reaching out to me
Thank you for putting this into words, i never felt this much about sunsets.

Unsettled weather

I woke beneath clear skies
My blanket hugging me
The birds singing my name
The air smelt of morning dew

Then afternoon came
I was a fog, a mist
I didn't know where i was going
there was no sun nor moon

I heard thunder
though there was no rain
I heard lightning
but the skies was blue

Here I am
watching
the thunder set
while the stars alight

The People in Our Life

In life we meet different people
those that can change, destroy
and make our life for the better
those who are made for good or for evil

There will be people that will hate us
they are the crushers
prepared to shatter our lives
until it's in pieces

There will be people that will cheer for us
They are the sun
always trying to light our mood
even when things feel implausible

There will be people ready to judge
Ready to judge the book by its cover
they will judge who we are
they are the judges

There will be people ready to bring us down
Ready to drown what we've worked for in water
Ready to pull us in a storm of negativity
They are the discouragers

There will be people who ignore us
They will make us feel invisible, unseen
they will only watch us rise or fall
they are the Spectators

Lastly
There will be people there to love us
to carry us, shield us and help us
even in tough situations
They are the Lovers

So which one are you?

The Lonely Scarecrow

There’s a scarecrow in the pumpkin patch,
standing crooked, hat half gone.
He doesn’t scare much anymore—
the crows just laugh and move along.

The air smells like rain and old hay,
and sometimes, when the wind slows down,
he thinks he hears the pumpkins breathe,
all sleepy in their orange gowns.

He wishes someone would stop by,
ask how the nights have been.
But folks just drive on past the fields,
windows up, warm light within.

Still, he stands there, soft with dust,
watching clouds drift past the moon.
He hums a song no one taught him,
and the field hums back in tune.