An unheard heart sings the loudest.
But It croons to itself as the ones who can
listen, are seldom found.
Like winter nights that yearns for a warm slumber,
It wants to feel the warmth of happiness.
Like how the night sky is empty without the moon
and the stars, it wants a soul to listen to it.
It sings to itself in silence, for the ones who can listen
to it, are seldom found.
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Author:
Warm Snowman (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When we are traversing through a rough patch in our life, we need someone to guide us, help us, a shoulder to cry on and when our cries for help are futile, we are consumed by despondence. This poem deeply resonates with that feeling.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Nice one Poet !! Yes your words speak the pain.
Warm and Snow in your pseudo name..!! Just like 2 sides of a life..:)
Thank you so much. Its my first time writing a poem 🙂
Keep writing and you would find a good bunch great poets here, motivating you all while !!!
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