#unspokenwords poems on Hello Poetry

Shawn O Apr 21

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 O 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’d 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

AndresAlejandro Mar 11

Sincerity

All afternoon thinking,
my head keeps spinning.

Evaluating one,
and another option.

Just to answer that question,
What do you want with me?

I have no label in the earthly,
no explanation
from beyond.

I want to cover the wounds
of the heart with gold.

Like kintsugi,
turning scars into beauty.

I want to hold you,
whenever you need it.

I want to be the refuge
from adversities.

I want to be the outline
of your emotions.

I want to love you,
and be loved.

I want to set standards for you,
and accept no less in return.

Yet, you are setting them for me too,
and I cannot receive less
than what you give of yourself.

It will be hard to cover with another nail,
the mark you are leaving.

#sincerity #loveandhealing #emotionaldepth #kintsugilove #soulconnection #unspokenwords #reciprocallove #leavingamark #heartfeltreflections #standardsinlove

Lalit Kumar Mar 4

Unfinished Lines

I lost someone who still breathes,
But the heart that once knew them is hollow,
A ghost in a space where dreams should be,
Stuck between what was and what could follow.

A version of me never came to be,
A story left half-written,
In the silence of what was never said,
A love that was forbidden.

How do you grieve when the ending's unclear?
When they’re still here, but gone all the same,
When your soul is waiting, but they disappear,
Leaving only ashes and a forgotten name.

I stand in ruins of what almost was,
A place of longing, without a sound,
And though I pretend I’ve moved on,
I’m still here, waiting to be found.

#unfinishedlove #grief #longing #heartbreak #lostconnections #waiting #closure #emotionalconflict #poetryofloss #unspokenwords

dead poet Feb 10

zero sum

always offered help,
never realizing that
i needed it most.

#haiku #selfreflection #unspokenwords #silentstruggles #givingandreceiving #ignorance #pain #overlooked

dead poet Feb 4

the smile, and the pain.

a beautiful smile
penetrated my blunt heart;
the pain felt knifelike.

#haiku #bittersweet #loveandpain #unspokenwords #smile #longing #desire #memories