#unspokenwords poems on Hello Poetry

Odd Odyssey Poet 3d

There’s a parachute stitched into my eyes— soft silk holding
nothing, as I watch myself freefalling into an empty space
The ringing words of love still call, like fading prayers –
as the voices of lovers trying to reconnect.

But I never was good at playing my heart. But aren’t you
expecting me to stay in character? To wear the lines you
wrote for me, in the means of keeping up this fantasy of love.
My smiles are scripted; as everyone else is helping to create
such a picture frame. The world helps paint our picture from
all the wildest of conversations; but the more they run out of
your mouth, the more they seem to taste so tame.

These tired eyes have searched in your eyes for a reflection
I can truly bend– so is the baggage claim of my baggy eyes;
visioning our broken pieces coming together to hopefully
mend.

I was your background character, your silent NPC in a game
you never knew I played, the first time. But when I stopped
watching, when I stopped turning toward you with secret
obsession – you started to feel the crush of my own crush.
Now you chase the echo of something that once held you
true—that hidden crush, that tender view, searching. But love,
my dear, truly YOU, should see how love is so **** blind.

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Arna May 20

Sometimes… That’s All We Need

Sometimes, we can’t do anything but to just
sit and miss them.
Sometimes, it’s better to
just hide all your emotions in your tiny heart.
Sometimes, opting for silence
is the best option in all situations.
Sometimes, a comforting embrace
is enough to heal you when sympathetic words doesn’t.
Sometimes, all you crave for is a hand on your shoulder
or a shoulder to lie
or a person to hear you and comfort you
when you feel low
than having the whole family to console you.
Not every pain needs words.
Not every tear needs an audience.
Sometimes, silence understands more than sympathy.
Sometimes, all the heart asks for is a quiet presence —
a touch, a glance, a gentle reminder that we’re not alone.
And in those tender moments, healing begins.

"Sometimes, silence is the loudest cry for comfort."

#sometimes #silentpain #emotionalhealing #unspokenwords #presencematters

JAMIL HUSSAIN May 10

The Kiss of a Thousand Words

Your lips, they speak in whispers sweet,
A language only hearts can greet.
In every kiss, a universe,
A silent verse, a lover’s curse.

#lovepoetry #whispersoflove #romanticverse #silentlove #kissoftheheart #intimatepoetry #loverscurse #heartfeltwhispers #unspokenwords #poetryofdesire

Sreeyaa May 10

Striking flints

Eyelids fluttering closed, I see those eyes,
Swirls of hazel that still thaw my heart,
Maybe I should've known from the start,
now I'm paying the price, tearing me apart

I let him in, a little too fast,
held on to him a little too tight,
thought I'd survive the blast,
that I'd rise, not fall in the fight

It's been a whole year since,
the scars remain fresh still,
maybe one day I'll feel the thrill,
when my heart puts together it's flints

#heartbreak #healing #loveandloss #personalgrowth #resilience #heartache #poetryoftheheart #unspokenwords #painandhope

Shawn Oen Apr 21

A Cell For Love

A Cell for Love

I wrote a message late one night—
Not hate, not rage, just one last plea.
A heart too full, a soul mid-flight,
Still holding on to what we’d be.

But law saw threat where I meant grace,
And cold steel slammed across my name.
I landed in the darkest place,
Branded by a lover’s shame.

Beside me, mur der wore a grin,
And ra pe had eyes like hollow graves.
And here I sat with trembling skin,
A man who only tried to save.

I wasn’t perfect, never claimed,
But I believed in what we had.
In vows and tears and midnight talks,
In fighting through the good and bad.

You asked for space—I gave too late.
You drew the line—I crossed in hope.
I didn’t know love could equate
To cuffs, to bars, to twisted rope.

They said, “You violated law,”
And maybe, yes, that’s what it seems.
But all I did was speak of love—
Of shattered hearts and broken dreams.

How did “I miss you” turn to chains?
How did “Please talk” become a crime?
I wasn’t stalking, wasn’t cruel—
Just stuck inside our ruined time.

And now I sit among the worst,
Men who’ve stolen breath and light.
I whispered love, and now I’m cursed
To dream of you through endless night.

I should have listened, should have known
That silence meant a needed wall.
But grief can beg when left alone—
And hope is stubborn when we fall.

So here I write from this cold floor,
Still reeling from the cost of care.
You’re gone, the door is locked once more,
And love became my cross to bear.

© 2025 Shawn Oen. All rights reserved.

#itried #lostlove #unspokenwords #tragedy #repeatedhistory

Shawn Oen Apr 21

Locked Rooms

Locked Rooms

You lie beside me every night,
But dream alone, beyond my sight.
Your eyes drift off to places deep,
While I stay waking in the sleep.

You speak of work, of plans, the day,
But never what you’ve throw away.
Not what you long for, fear, or miss—
Just surface talk, no hidden wish.

I ask, you nod, then change the thread,
As if your dreams were something dead.
A vault you never want to share,
A soul too tangled to lay bare.

I don’t need answers tied in bows,
Or every thought you’ve ever known.
I just want in—just one small key—
To feel your fire burning free.

But walls are what you offer back,
And silence fills the growing crack.
How strange to love, and still not know
The places that your heart won’t go.

I can’t hold dreams you never speak,
Or heal the parts you will not seek.
I’m not a ghost, I’m not a guess—
I’m here, but aching nonetheless.

So tell me where your stars are set,
What haunts your nights with quiet debt.
I want to love you, fully true—
But I can’t reach the locked-up you.

© 2025 Shawn Oen. All rights reserved.

#emotionalabuse #unspokenwords #lostlove #ptsd

Lalit Kumar Mar 30

Allergies of Old Verses

Sometimes, flipping through old verses
Feels like opening a dusty window—
A gust of forgotten air
Rushing into my lungs.

A lost thought lingers in my throat,
Like a sneeze that never comes.
The past, like a cold,
Stays with me for days.

I once thought time was a magician,
Pulling endless moments from a hat.
Now I see—
It’s just a tired juggler,
Tossing the same tricks,
As we pretend to be surprised.

Some poems are wrapped in silence,
Pressed between pages like dried leaves.
They were never meant to be seen—
She feared someone would recognize her in them.
But I wonder, if I set them free,
Would she recognize herself now?

I cough,
As old words scratch against my breath.

Old poems carry the scent
Of blankets left out in the sun—
Memories aired out,
Dreams wiped clean.

Yet, some stains remain.
Some echoes refuse to fade.

And just before the past settles,
A sneeze always lingers—
An allergy to old verses.

#poetry #oldmemories #nostalgia #allergiesofthepast #lostverses #timeandpoetry #emotionalpoetry #dustofmemories #unspokenwords #forgottendreams

Lalit Kumar Mar 26

The Way She Noticed the Moon

She had a habit of noticing the moon.

No matter where we were—walking down a crowded street, sitting in a café, or even mid-conversation—her eyes would flicker upward the moment the sky darkened.

"Look at that," she’d whisper, pointing like it was some rare discovery, like the moon hadn’t been there every night before. But for her, it was always new. Always worth a pause.

I never paid much attention to it before her. The moon was just... the moon. A constant, unchanging presence. But when she looked at it, she saw something else—something soft, something worth noticing.

One night, we were walking home, our hands brushing but never quite holding. She stopped suddenly, tilting her head back, eyes shining in the silver glow.

"Doesn’t it make you feel small?" she asked.

I looked at her instead of the sky. "No," I said. "Not when I’m with you."

She smiled, shaking her head at my answer, but she never said anything more. Just slipped her arm through mine, and we walked on.

Time passed. She isn’t here anymore. Not beside me on evening walks. Not stopping mid-sentence to point at the sky.

But the moon is.

And now, without meaning to, I find myself looking up every night.

Out of habit. Out of memory.

Out of love.

#love #nostalgia #memories #smallmoments #moon #sharedhabits #unspokenwords #emotional #bittersweet #loveandloss

Lalit Kumar Mar 25

Ephemeral Whispers

The night hums a quiet tune,
a melody lost between stars and sighs.
Moonlight spills like silver ink,
writing forgotten dreams on my skin.

I chase echoes of a name I never spoke,
woven in the hush of the wind.
Footsteps dissolve in the sand,
yet the tide carries them back—
again, and again.

Time bends where longing lingers,
soft hands reaching for yesterday’s touch.
But love, like mist,
fades before fingers can hold it.

So I gather the whispers,
press them into my ribs,
let them bloom beneath my breath—
a garden of moments,
eternal and unseen.

#poetry #ephemeral #whispers #moonlight #lostdreams #longing #fadinglove #melancholy #timeandmemory #unspokenwords

Lalit Kumar Mar 12

Love & Longing

The Echo of Your Name
Your name lingers in the quiet air,
Like a whisper the wind forgot to carry.
I trace its letters in empty space,
A soundless echo, soft yet heavy.

When Our Eyes Met
A moment stretched beyond time’s grasp,
Two souls colliding in silent speech.
No words were needed, yet my heart knew,
In your eyes, home was within reach.

Between the Lines
I wrote you into my poetry,
Hiding your name between the lines.
Each verse a secret confession,
Of love untold, yet deeply mine.

The Last Goodbye
Your hands slipped through mine like the tide,
A farewell written in shifting sand.
I held on to every memory,
Yet time refused to understand.

A Love That Never Was
Some stories end before they start,
Unfinished verses lost in air.
We were a song half-sung, half-known,
Yet still, I find your shadow there.

Moonlight Letters
I wrote you letters in moonlight,
Words woven in silver beams.
But night kept all my secrets safe,
And morning stole my dreams.

Love in Silence
Not every love needs spoken words,
Some bloom in the hush of night.
A glance, a touch, a fleeting sigh,
Enough to set the world alight.

The Distance Between Us
Miles could never dim the fire,
That once burned within our souls.
Yet love is not just light and warmth,
It’s also the story time controls.

Waiting for You
Seasons changed, yet I remained,
A heart still tethered to the past.
Perhaps love is not just presence,
But in the echoes that forever last.

Unfinished Verses
You were a poem left unwritten,
A verse I never got to say.
Yet even in these broken lines,
You live in every word today.

#poetry #love #heartbreak #unspokenwords #lostlove #memories #longing #silentlove #romance #melancholy