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Little Psycho #poem #freeverse

“Little psycho” that’s the name you gave me, wrapped in laughter, served with a smile you thought convincing. You said it like you had read me, like you had mapped the pulse beneath my skin, like my silence was madness instead of measurement. You read my energy wrong. You danced in counterfeit joy, acting light, acting harmless, trying to tilt the board before I even chose my side. You thought I didn’t see the strategy behind your grin. Little did you know, I am quiet, but I am wise. I don’t just enter games, I study them. While you celebrated your imaginary victory, I was arranging pieces. Not loudly. Not hurriedly. Just precisely. You mistook my stillness for weakness. You mistook my patience for confusion. But I was never lost, I was calculating. And in return, I made you a pawn in a chess game you didn’t know you were playing. One small move, and suddenly your laughter shifted. One silent decision, and the board changed. How does it feel to be outplayed by the “little psycho”?...

Where I Kept You #lovepoetry #freeverse

It is inside my thoughts that I have hidden you, a silent chamber where your name still lingers like perfume on forgotten air. You left your mark upon my heart, not lightly, not gently, but deep enough to become a wound that refuses mercy. A scar that does not close, because love once lived there, and it lived fiercely. Life moves forward. It does not pause for broken things. Morning still rises, streets still fill with strangers, laughter still finds its way to my lips. Yet beneath it all, There is an ache That time has failed to silence. Memories keep digging, relentless, uninvited. They unearth your voice, your touch, the warmth we once called forever. They replay what was as though it never truly ended. And though we walked away, though distance claimed what love once held, you remain. Not in my hands, But in my mind. An echo that stays awake, a presence that does not fade, a memory still alive in the quiet corners of my thoughts. For love may have passed, and seasons may have chan...

Memory, a Slave of Conscience #poem

Memory is a slave, a quiet servant kneeling before the throne of conscience. It does not choose its master, nor does it sleep when summoned. It waits in the corridors of the mind, dusting the frames of yesterday, polishing the silver of forgotten laughter, guarding the bruised relics of sorrow. It obeys the whisper of the soul. Where two souls once lingered, time stitched its fragile tapestry, threads of shared sunsets, of trembling hands in winter air, of words that built cathedrals or shattered glass between them. Good or bad, tender or tempestuous, Every moment is branded with an invisible fire. Even if their footsteps diverge, even if they cross paths like strangers beneath a sky that once held their promises, The heart remains an archive, sealed, sacred, unburned. For memory does not dissolve with distance. It does not perish with pride. It serves conscience faithfully, summoning faces in quiet rooms, replaying echoes in sleepless nights, reminding us of who we were When we stood ...

Where Silence Took Your Place In Love #poem #sadlove #breakup

Break-ups do not shatter in a single sound, they press down slowly, a steady weight upon the chest, as if the air itself has thickened With everything we can no longer say. Silence arrives first. It stretches across the room, pulls the curtains closed, replaces the easy rhythm of familiar voices and shared breath. Where warmth once lingered, stillness settles in its place. The ordinary becomes unbearable, empty chairs, a phone that does not light up, the absence of a name once spoken without effort. Loss grows loud in its quietness, a constant awareness that something sacred has slipped away. Two hearts, once aligned, Now beat alone. Loneliness does not shout, it hums beneath the skin, a low reminder of what love once sounded like. Some words never found daylight: Forgiveness withheld, truths swallowed by pride, “I’m sorry,” resting on the edge of almost. They linger between us, unfinished sentences with no ending. And so we face the road ahead, not together, but side by side one ...

I Never Cared #sadpoetry #heartbreak #breakup #freeverse

Don’t be naïve. Do not dress this ruin in silks of misunderstanding. There was no hidden tenderness here, no buried cathedral of feelings, waiting to be discovered. I never cared. Not in the way you deserved, not with a pulse that quickened at your name, not with a soul rearranged by your presence. I never loved you. What you mistook for warmth was rehearsal. What you held as promise was practice. I was only passing through, a traveller pausing at a lit window, borrowing its glow without intention of staying. A practice was needed. So was I. I tried on affection like a garment before a mirror, tilted my head to study how concern might look if it belonged to me. I learned the lines, the softened voice, the attentive silence, the careful reach of my hand toward yours. But the truth, unyielding as winter, remains: I never cared. Not when you spoke of forever. Not when your eyes searched mine for something deeper than reflection. There was nothing cruel in me, only emptiness, a hollow room...

The Game You Thought I Can't Play #breakup #heartbreak #sadlove

I noticed the thirst on your arrival before you ever spoke my name. You did not come bearing love, You came carrying absence, a well with no bottom, a hunger dressed in wounded light. Your stories. Ah, those fragile, trembling fables, stitched from borrowed sorrow, perfumed with practiced despair. You have wandered before, Haven’t you? Sipping from gentle souls until they ran dry. You thought I would open like the others. Thought I would gather your broken glass and bleed for the privilege. But I saw the seams. From the first tremor in your voice, from the way your eyes calculated while your mouth confessed, I knew this was a theatre. A story. And so — I performed too. I softened my gaze. I tilted my head in mercy. I let you believe I was unraveling. All the while I was mapping you. This was never love. It was a strategy. A board between us, black and white truths, where every word was a move and every silence a trap. A game. You mistook my quietness for foolishness, and for a vacancy....

When They Return #freeverse #breakup #inspirationalpoetry

When they return, do not mistake the echo for devotion. It is not your soul they seek. It is the harvest they once abandoned. Their footsteps do not carry love; They carry appetite. Absence did not awaken tenderness in them. It merely revealed how much they lost access to. Do not romanticize the knock upon your door. It is not long-bending in humility; It is a desire retracing its map to reclaim what once fed it. If love had lived in them, It would not have departed so easily. Love does not loosen its grip only to tighten it when it's convenient. Understand this: Their return is a strategy, not a confession. It is ambition clothed as remorse, hunger disguised as affection. Close the door, not with anger, but with clarity. Seal it with self-respect. Sweep the threshold of their shadows. What once walked away has already proven its loyalty to departure. Clear the path. Let the dust of manipulation settle into memory. Make space where sincerity can breathe. For one day, a presence unb...

When Love Turns to Pretence #sadlove #heartbreak #freeverse

If your interest fades, do not dress it as love, Do not wrap distance in smiles and borrowed gifts, I do not want offerings meant to confuse my heart Or gestures rehearsed to keep me quiet. Step aside with honesty, not performance, Let your silence speak plainly, Tell me when you are finished So I may stop waiting for what no longer comes. Do not pretend affection where none exists, I would rather face the truth barehanded Than to be held by a lie That slowly teaches me to doubt myself. If you are done, say it without cruelty, I will not beg, I will not chase, I will open my hands, release you gently, And let you go with my dignity intact. © 2026 Gloria Penelope

The Self You Summoned #sadpoetry

Your rudeness struck a hidden spark, Summoning the self you swore lived nowhere in me, You mistook restraint for emptiness, And silence for a soul without weight. You named me harmless, easily bent, A shadow fit to be pushed and passed, You toyed with my kindness as if it were cheap, Mistaking mercy for weakness. You dressed your cruelty as amusement, Reduced my worth to something disposable, But dignity does not vanish—it waits, Patient as fire beneath ash. Now you face the truth you awakened, Not loud, not reckless, but unyielding, A presence forged from every slight you offered, Standing where your control once lived. So learn to live with the self you summoned, Or turn away and leave me untouched, Carry your life forward without me I will forget you as easily as I once forgave you. © 2026 Gloria Penelope

What He Called "Love" #sadpoetry #heartbreak #freeverse

He named it love, Yet it came hollow, a vow without a body, a season that refused to bloom. No flowers bent toward her name, no time carved deliberately, no shared sunlit hours where footsteps learn from each other. He kept her hidden in the margins, visited only when he wanted to. His tenderness was selective a door he opened only inward. He drank from her presence, fed on her patience, mistook her silence for consent, her loyalty for an endless supply. Love, in his hands, was free access to her. not devotion, no witness. He touched her life without ever standing in it. But her eyes learned the truth of him: How affection can imitate warmth while harboring cold intent, Cruelty sometimes wears kindness like a borrowed coat. So she left quietly, not from weakness, but from clarity. She folded her love back into herself, rescued it from misuse, and carried it forward, unbroken. He never heard the sound of her leaving, only the absence where she once stood. And in that silence, His ...

When Love Is Turned Into Chains #poem #sadlove

She said “I do” with hopeful eyes, Believing in love, not hidden lies. She couldn’t see the mask he wore, A gentle face, a heart at war. A narcissist in tender skin, Where love grows thin, and control begins. His touch was sharp, his silence loud, Fear wrapped her like a heavy cloud. His hands carried unspoken pain, His words fell hard like bitter rain. She bled inside where none could see, A quiet loss of who she’d be. Yet through the hurt, a truth came through: The cost of staying was her too. And in that wound, she found her plea To choose herself, to be set free. © 2026 Gloria Penelope

Choose Yourself #poem #inspirationalpoetry

You are free to replace him if his presence feels like absence, if his love arrives empty-handed where joy should be. You deserve more to be genuinely loved, softly adored, tenderly pampered, not tolerated or taken for granted. If he treats your heart carelessly, Shift your feet without fear. Let him see that your worth does not negotiate, that love is not a favor. Speak clearly what you will not accept. Boundaries are not being cruel. They are self-respecting in full bloom. And when you move on, do so without dragging his shadow. Walk as if he never existed, not from hate, but from healing. That is how fulfillment is built choosing peace over attachment, choosing yourself every single time. © 2026 Gloria Penelope

Present, But Not There #poem

He sits at the table, familiar face, but his thoughts are miles away. His body fills the rooms of home, his heart has rented another place. A single choice, carelessly made, split love into before and after. Since the betrayal, nothing fits not the vows, not the laughter. He wears the mask of a perfect husband, out of guilt, not devotion. Kind words rehearsed, smiles practiced, affection emptied of emotion. His wife feels the distance in small ways: the silence between simple talks, the way his eyes drift elsewhere, the absence in his presence. The home once built on warmth and trust now stands cracked but standing still. He broke it quietly, with desire, and guilt became his daily will. He stays, yet he has already gone a man divided by his own deceit, living proof that one bad decision can turn love into memory. © 2026 Gloria Penelope

She left without saying "Goodbye" #poem #heartbreak #beakup

She woke up each day beneath borrowed skies, no wage, no voice, no space to breathe. Her worth measured in his commands, her silence enforced by threats dressed as "love". Rules lived heavier than wedding rings, abusive words echoing through thin walls. She learned to shrink, to obey the storm, to survive by becoming invisible. Dreams folded themselves into corners, waiting for mercy that never arrived. Even kindness felt like a risk, even hope learned to whisper. One night, exhaustion spoke louder than fear. Her heart packed what her hands could not dignity, courage, a wounded strength grown from years of restraint. She did not argue. She did not explain. She walked past the door that caged her life, leaving silence where control once lived. No goodbye was owed to cruelty. Freedom does not announce itself. It simply leaves and begins again. © 2026 Gloria Penelope

Where Love No Longer Rests #sadlove #lovepoetry #heartbreak #family

Once, love lived softly in this home, now every wall remembers raised voices. Peace packed its bags long ago, leaving echoes of arguments in its place. He comes and goes like changing weather, storms in, vanishes, returns unannounced. Each time he leaves, something breaks; Each time he returns, nothing is repaired. She waits with anger clenched in her chest, a fire she cannot release, words swallowed, tears uncounted, smiles worn thin by exhaustion. Being his wife feels heavier each day, a title stitched with disappointment. Her heart no longer dances at his name, it only braces for the next wound. She is tired of forgiving cycles, tired of loving alone in a shared life. Happiness no longer recognizes her, and home no longer feels like shelter. In silence, she begins to understand— love should not hurt this loudly. She left without saying a word to him. © 2026 Gloria Penelope

Karma has Arrived #sadpoetry #poem #heartbreak

I cried because of you, not from weakness, But from loving you with my clean heart In a world that taught you how to take and leave. You used what was pure, then set it down like it meant nothing. So I wept. Not loudly. Not for sympathy. But because even the strongest hearts must release their grief somewhere. Remember this; Some tears do not fall to the ground. Some rise. They go straight to the Lord, carrying names, carrying the truth. I may look foolish today, standing in the wreckage of trust, But time is a quiet judge. God turns the tables without a warning. What you handed me in shame will return to you as a burden. Tomorrow, I will flourish. Not loudly but fully. And you will wear the foolishness you once placed on me. One day, you will dine on memory, feasting on the tears You never thought it would matter. You will search for forgiveness, reach for my name and find only silence. That is when you will know: Karma has arrived, not to wound, But to remind you that nothing t...

The love you pretend to give #lovepoetry #freeverse #heartbreak #breakup

You held my hand with borrowed warmth, Eyes rehearsed, smiles well trained, Every word sounded like devotion, Yet carried the echo of something feigned. You played the part so confidently, As if truth had no right to speak, Loving me loudly in public scenes, While sincerity grew thin and weak. But I noticed the pauses, the distant gaze, The affection timed, the care on cue, Love doesn’t calculate when to appear. And that’s how I knew it wasn’t you. So hear this now, a call for change: Do not offer hearts you cannot give. Deception may imitate love for a while, But truth decides how we truly live. And know this too—I’m not in love, Not with the version you tried to be. My heart has learned the sound of real love, And it speaks a different language to me. I’ve found someone whose love doesn’t perform, No masks, no scripts, no need to pretend. They love me in silence, in effort, in truth And that’s where my heart will remain, in the end. © 2025 Gloria Penelope

I'm no longer Yours #poem #heartbreak #lovepoetry

I once loved you—truly, deeply so, With open hands and an honest heart. I gave you respect, the best of me, A life built gently, part by part. But you played with love as if it were small, A passing game, a careless art. My kindness tasted just like salt to you— Never sweet, never soft, never part. No sugar added, no warmth returned, You answered Grace with burning chillies red. Each thank you cut, each silence stung, You made me feel foolish for all I gave. You played me dumb, erased my worth, As if my love had never been true. As if I had not stood in storms, As if I had not chosen you . But hear this now, without regret: I no longer love you, not anymore. What I gave was real, what you broke was yours, I leave with peace, not wounds, not war. One day I’ll find a love that knows, That values hands both kind and true, A love that tastes of honey and light. A love that never plays me through. © 2025 Gloria Penelope

When Christmas Took Love Away #lovepoetry #poem #heartbreak

We broke apart while carols filled the air, Lights blinking where your smile used to be, Love once bloomed like a candle in darkness, Now, wax and ash mark where it lay. Silence used to pull us closer, A quiet magnet between our eyes, No words needed—just breathing together, Two souls meeting without disguise. Our feelings were once tangled forever, Promises whispered without fear, We believed time would kneel before us, That love was safest this time of year. But Christmas has a cruel way of shining, It brightens what’s already gone, Every song becomes a reminder Of a future we won’t carry on. The tree still stands, the gifts still wait, But your name won’t be called tonight, The candle flickers, fighting the cold, Alone against December’s light. It’s not just a breakup—it’s timing, It’s loss wrapped in tinsel and cheer, Heartbreak hurts louder in December, When love leaves On Christmas, Yours becomes_ The loneliest day of the year. © 2025 Gloria Penelope