Silent Scrolls" I don't care, I'm always gonna shine.
I love how grown souls guard their verses like vaults,
With passwords woven from pride and defaults—
Their poems stand tall, a public display,
Yet one comment near? They lock the gate.
As if my words—soft, meant to confess—
Were trespassers knocking at their success?
As if a reply, a humble “I see,”
Could crack the foundation of their poetry.
They build glass houses of meter and rhyme,
Then ban the breath that might fog their time.
They post their hearts for the world to scan,
Then vanish—like ghosts—when you reach out, “Man…”
No dagger, no slander, just “Your line moved me so,”
But still, they retreat like the tide from the snow.
Blocking soft hands that only reached near—
Afraid praise might carry a whisper of fear.
What fortress of ego must poetry be,
Where empathy's threat is user privacy?
I love how they preach of the soul laid bare,
Then vanish like smoke in the thin online air.
So yes, I adore it—this digital snub,
The cowardly block with its petty thud.
For every “like” they collect and parade,
A silence they chose speaks louder than shade.
And though my comment may never appear,
This poem stands—unblocked—year after year.
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Author:
Friendship (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I'm absolutely thrilled to discover that two individuals on this platform have chosen to block me without any justification whatsoever, as it showcases the freedom of choice that makes this community thrive. I marvel at the liberating experience of witnessing adults embracing their inner child, unapologetically. I respect your decision to maintain your private space, even if it means blocking me from commenting on your poem, and I acknowledge your right to remain silent on the matter. Your actions have sparked a fleeting curiosity within me, but ultimately, I'm even more empowered knowing that your decision doesn't faze me. It's remarkable to think that my presence has impacted you to the extent that you've taken action, and I'm grateful for the brief moment you dedicated to considering me, even as I stand by my words, completely unaffected. Have a beautiful day 😘
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Comments1
Dear Friendship,
I admit that likes and faves are a pleasant rush. But comments are far more important, especially when they call out specifics of the poem. I'm guilty as charged when it comes to no comments, but it isn't pride but fear of saying the wrong thing. When I'm confident about my comments, I do write them. But it is backwards, as you're poem is far more important than the quality of my comments. So, I apologize for letting my ego get in the way. But in the case of your poems, most of your ideas and phrases are very relatable. It's as if there's too many to choose from. Now how frustrating is that? You're poems are brave and candid and written straight from the heart. I would be very happy if I could write like you.
PerditaRose, Thank you for your comment and for reading my poem; your friendship is valued. The poem in question pertains to two individuals who have chosen to block me despite my lack of wrongdoing. I found this situation thought-provoking and worthy of creative expression. If you refer to the comment section below the poem, you'll find further context. I must emphasize that embracing your uniqueness is your strength, and I encourage you to continue being yourself.😊❤️
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