A Reply You Never Asked For
You said you knew everythingI wonder what you missed, still I stayed. You called it understanding,I called it a wound you kissed, still I stayed. You turned away from the…
Welcome to the Poetry section of HeartSaysALot, where words dance with emotions and verses breathe life into thoughts. This space is dedicated to poetry in all its forms, capturing the essence of human experiences, feelings, and reflections. Our curated collection spans a wide range of themes and styles, offering something for every reader—whether you’re drawn to the classic or the contemporary. Let the power of poetry stir your soul, inspire your imagination, and provide a moment of solace or joy. Join us in celebrating the art of verse and the magic it brings to our lives.
I Knew and Still I Stayed
I was never unaware. Do not thinkI didn’t understand the world. I knewhow people leavelong before they say goodbye. I knewhow love changes its voicewhen it begins to fade. And…
The Weight of Power
You speak of strengthas if it is given. As if the worldhands it gentlyto those who ask. It does not. Power is not granted.It is takenfrom doubt,from fear,from every weaknessyou…
What Pain Teaches
You speak of peaceas if it were somethingthe world has forgotten. But peace was never lost. It was buriedunder the weight of comfortuntil pain comesto remind you it exists. People…
2:17 AM
At 2:17 AMeverything becomes louder. Not the worldthe thoughts. The ones you ignored all dayline up quietlyand ask to be heard. It removes distractionslike peeling paint off a walluntil only…
Advice to the One Who Writes
Do not beginwith our voices. Begin where your silencestarts to ache. Writeas if language has just been inventedand you are the firstto discover its fire. Do not ask the crowdwhat…
Where the Light Meets the Dark
Love is not only light. It is also the roomwhere shadows learn your name. It is the quiet placewhere two souls sit togetherwith their hidden storms. Your light found my…
The Quiet Work of Stars
The stars do their workwithout applause. No one hears themhammer lightinto the dark. They do not askwho is watching. They burn anyway. Somewhere,a traveler lifts his headfrom a lonely road.…
The Road is Famous
The road is famousfor the dust that follows it home. The morning is famousto the sparrowswho rehearse the sky before sunrise. The old cup is famousto the hands that return…
The Clock That Listens
The clock on the wallpretends to rule the room. Tick by tick,it counts the secondslike a careful accountant of time. But the clock is not the ruler. It is only…
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