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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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Nobody Cares #inspirationalpoetry #lifefact #poetrydaily

You.

Yes, you.

You wake up every morning
carrying the weight of your own name
like the world has been waiting
for you to arrive.

You think about yourself.
Your pain.
Your dreams.
Your failures.
Your victories.
Your reflection staring back at you
as if the mirror were an audience.

You wonder,
What do they think of me?
Do they see me?
Do they understand what I have been through?

But listen.

Nobody.

Yes,
nobody cares.

The world is not standing still
to study your scars.

People are fighting their own wars
behind their smiles.
Carrying their own ghosts.
Hiding their own fractures.

You think your heartbreak
is the loudest thunder in the sky.

It isn't.

Somebody else is crying
behind a locked door.

Somebody else is losing someone.

Somebody else is wondering
how they will survive tomorrow.

And while you are busy asking
whether the world notices you,

the world keeps moving.

The sun rises
without asking your permission.

The streets fill.

The clocks continue.

People fall in love.

People break.

People die.

And the earth
does not pause.

So stop waiting
for the world to applaud your existence.

Stop begging strangers
to understand your silence.

Stop measuring your worth
by the number of eyes
that turn toward you.

Because nobody is coming
to hand you a crown.

Nobody is coming
to tell you
that you matter.

And maybe,

that is not a tragedy.

Maybe it is freedom.

Because if nobody cares
as much as you imagined,

then you are finally free
to become someone
you don't need the world
to approve of.

Live.

Not because they are watching.

Love.

Not because they will remember.

Rise.

Not because someone
will clap when you do.

Rise because you are here.

And for this brief, brutal,
beautiful moment,

that has to be enough.


© 2026 Gloria Penelope

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