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When your gaze found mine #lovepoem #surrealpoem #poetrydaily

When your gaze found mine, the whole world swayed, As if the earth had missed a hidden beat; The sunlight suddenly grew unafraid, Then melted like warm gold around my feet. I tried to look away, but something stayed, A trembling little universe in you; My eyes became two doors I could not close, And every secret seemed to wander through. I felt my cheeks turn roses in the rain, A sudden fire underneath my skin; The stars began to whisper my sweet shame, While little suns kept blooming from within. Your eyes were not just eyes, they were a place, A strange blue room where gravity was gone; I wandered through the silence of your gaze And somehow lost the person I was on. My heartbeat stumbled, then forgot its name, It ran barefoot through corridors of light; I blushed as though the moon had called me beautiful, Then hid my face from heaven's watching sight. The trees leaned closer, jealous of the view, The flowers opened wider just to see; Even the wind became unusually shy, As thoug...
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Where Tears Replaced Laughter #sadpoetry #poem #freeverse

Where laughter was meant to take its throne,
To bloom in warmth the heart had known,
There gathered clouds, unspoken, gray,
And gently stole the light away.

A fragile joy once danced in the air,
With careless ease, without a care,
Its echoes linger, faint and thin,
Like ghosts that whisper from within.

The walls still hold what used to be,
A melody of quiet glee,
But now they breathe a different sound,
A hollow ache, a breaking ground.

For where bright laughter should have stayed,
A softer, sadder voice was made,
Not loud, not wild, nor fierce, nor fast,
But slow as grief that’s built to last.

Tears fell like dusk upon the soul,
A silent flood without control,
Each drop a word that went unsaid,
Each shimmer filled with quiet dread.

They traced the paths of what was lost,
Of dreams undone, of tender cost,
And carved their way through hidden seams,
Disturbing long-forgotten dreams.

Oh, how the heart had dared to hope,
To stretch beyond its fragile scope,
To cradle joy with open hands,
Unaware of fate’s shifting sands.

But hope, so delicate and slight,
Can flicker weak in growing night,
And laughter, once so full and wide,
Now trembles faint, then learns to hide.

The air grew heavy, thick with sighs,
With unshed storms behind the eyes,
And silence spoke in aching tones
That settled deep within the bones.

No thunder cracked, no lightning cried,
Just sorrow blooming deep inside,
A quiet ruin, softly spread,
Where brighter days had once been led.

Each tear became a fragile thread,
From broken thoughts the heart once fed,
Weaving grief in endless streams,
Through shattered hopes and fading dreams.

And still, beneath the weight of all,
A distant echo seems to call,
A memory of laughter’s grace,
A ghost that time cannot erase.

It lingers in the quiet space,
A tender, almost sacred trace,
Reminding hearts that even pain
Once grew from joy, not born in vain.

For tears are born where love once grew,
Where something pure and bright was true,
And sorrow, deep as it may seem,
Is but the shadow of a dream.

So let them fall, those silent cries,
Like mourning stars from darkened skies,
For even in their sorrowed art,
They write the language of the heart.


© 2026 Gloria Penelope

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