AnonymousPoet

random poems ✨️

[butterflypenpoet]

In quiet moments, thoughts take flight,

A dance of shadows, dark and light.

Words like whispers, soft and true,

A poem’s heart, just made for you.

Through highs and lows, the feelings flow,

A story only you can know.

So here’s a verse, simple and free—

A little gift from me to thee.

[butterflypenpoet]

Hate burns fierce, a raging fire,

Consuming hearts with dark desire.

It builds a wall, divides and blinds,

Leaving pain and fear behind.

But love can melt the coldest stone,

Turning hate to kindness shown.

In every heart, a choice to make—

To heal, to hope, or to break.

[butterflypenpoet]

Life is a road both rough and steep,

With burdens heavy, mountains deep.

Each step feels hard, the path unclear,

Yet through the struggle, strength appears.

Though storms may come and trials stay,

Hope can light the darkest way.

In every challenge, courage grows—

A harder life still helps us know.

[butterflypenpoet]

To be unseen, like a shadow’s flight,

A quiet ache in the fading light.

When hearts retreat and voices cease,

It leaves behind a hollow peace.

A gentle pain that words can’t show,

A silent tear you dare not know.

Yet through the stillness, strength will start,

To heal the cracks within your heart.

[butterflypenpoet]

Emotions swirl, a tangled sea,

A puzzle locked inside of me.

Joy and sorrow, fear and light,

Blurring edges, day and night.

Trying hard to understand,

The shifting waves I can’t command.

But patience grows with time and care,

And slowly, clarity will be there.

[butterflypenpoet]

Pain cuts deep, a quiet storm inside,

A wound unseen where sorrows hide.

Each tear a story, each ache a plea,

Hurting in silence, longing to be free.

The heart may break, but still it beats,

Finding strength in its own defeats.

Though hurting now, the soul will mend,

For pain is a path where healing begins in the end.

[butterflypenpoet]

In shadows deep where memories lie,

A love once bright now whispers goodbye.

Threads once woven, now frayed and torn,

Hearts left aching, silent, and worn.

Echoes of laughter, now distant and cold,

Stories of warmth that time can't hold.

Yet in the silence, a hope still gleams,

For lost family love may heal in dreams.