In the hush between two heartbeats low,
Love plants seeds where wisdom grows—
Not in thunder, bold and wide,
But in the quiet where truths abide.
We speak in sighs we never sound,
Understanding in the silent ground.
It’s not the words, but what they mean—
The pauses tucked in lines unseen.
Love is not a fire alone,
But the ember's glow when you're walking home.
It holds your hand when you're not sure—
Strong, and soft, and steady, pure.
Wisdom whispers, not to win,
But asks with grace: “Where have you been?”
It listens more, and speaks the least,
Feeds the soul, and starves the beast.
The world is loud with “I” and “me,”
But truth begins in “us” and “we.”
No love survives with pride too tall—
Understanding starts when egos fall.
So read the eyes, not just the page,
Look past the mask, the grief, the age.
Hear what trembles beneath a voice—
That’s where hearts recall their choice.
Be the warmth, not just the light.
Forgive, forget—then hold on tight.
For love, when known, is not possessed,
It’s given whole, then multiplied and blessed.
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Author:
DJ (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: We all walk our own paths, facing joys and struggles only we truly know. But if we meet each other with honest love, try to truly understand before judging, and share what wisdom we learn along the way, life gets a little lighter for us all. Remember, even the smallest kindness ripples far. Let’s be kind, listen more deeply, and always help each other grow—together, we can make the world feel a little warmer and more welcoming for everyone.
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Comments2
For the message alone a fave and if I had more to give for the words of rhyme and meter another I would award. This poem is well written with wonderful lines.
The world is loud with “I” and “me,”
But truth begins in “us” and “we.”
Lines that should be taught in nursery school and as a final question on a college exam.and your last stanza so perfect in its wisdom should be the entry exam for graduate school. A most worthwhile poem for all
Thank for your golden words and feedback
My pleasure
A wonderful write, message and some beautiful lines, a cup of understanding smooths many paths and a cup of kindness heals many wounds, enjoyed the read
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