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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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When the Night Says "Enough" #sadpoetry #inspirational #poetrydaily

To the one who walks beneath a sky
that seems to know only storms,
whose pockets are heavy with invisible stones,
whose smile has become a language
spoken only for other people.

I hope these words find you
like rain finds thirsty ground:
quietly, without asking permission.

You have carried more silence
than anyone should have to carry.
You have learned the weight of empty rooms,
the ache of unanswered questions,
the strange exhaustion
of simply making it to tomorrow.

When the world feels sharpened against you,
remember this:

Even mountains are carved
by years of relentless wind,
yet they do not apologize
for the valleys they hold.

Even the ocean, vast and fearless,
cannot escape its tides.
It rises.
It falls.
Still, it remains the sea.

So if tonight your heart is low,
it is not the whole story.
It is only one page
in a book still learning
how to become dawn.

Do not mistake the darkness
for the end of the sky.
Stars have always lived there,
waiting for the light
to step aside.

There are mornings
that have not spoken your name yet.
There are songs
you have not accidentally fallen in love with.
There are strangers
who may one day become home.
There is laughter, still unwritten,
searching for your voice.

You are not asked
to outrun every sorrow.
Only to let this moment pass
without believing
it will last forever.

If all you can do
is breathe once more,
then let that breath
be your quiet rebellion.

If all you can hold
is one fragile thread of hope,
know that even the smallest thread
can lead someone
out of the deepest labyrinth.

And if your heart whispers
that it cannot bear another hour,
borrow the patience of the moon,
it never rushes the sunrise,
yet it trusts
that morning is already on its way.

So rest if you must.
Cry if you need.
Lay your burdens beside you
for a little while.

The world may feel impossibly heavy,
but you do not have to carry it alone.

Somewhere beyond this long night,
the horizon is already practicing
its first colors.

And when they arrive,
they will not ask
how perfectly you survived.

Only that you stayed
long enough
to see them.


© 2026 Gloria Penelope

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